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  “Right. No problem, Laney. Say, I think now’s a better time than ever to talk. I want to … I want to tell you a little more about myself. I also want to talk to you about our future too if that’s okay.”

  The truth was, I was super relieved that Laney was okay. If she had died, I don’t know what I would have done with myself. Probably disappear forever or something.

  “Sure. I mean, I came here to talk.”

  “Right. Anyways, you want to go to my place?”

  She stared at me aghast.

  “It’s definitely safer than waiting around out here.”

  “Is it far?”

  “I have an apartment around here for when I need to handle business in this area,” I offered.

  She immediately tensed, and I chuckled in response.

  “It’s not like that. I mean actual business. You know I do that too, right,” I teased.

  “Right. Sorry.”

  I noticed her tensing up. I could see why. I mean this was all new to her and I could tell she was at a crossroads.

  “Let’s go back,” I said.

  I took her hand, and we walked over to the apartment. It was only a few blocks away, and I’d protect her if anything unsavory came anywhere near her. When we got to the apartment, I unlocked the door, enjoying the sensation when her body bushed against mine.

  “I’m sorry for not explaining myself properly,” I admitted.

  I knew this was all new to her, but I guess I could’ve done better.

  “No … I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to feel about my feelings. You were just trying to be honest with me, and I’m sorry I ran away. The truth is, I thought about you a lot after everything that happened at the party. And you were right … you did save the company I worked for.”

  I smiled. I knew she was torn on how to feel about this, about us.

  “I understand why you’re scared, Laney. The truth is I’m … I’m trying to look out for everyone here. My mentor taught me to focus on the good of people and that’s what I’m doing. I know life isn’t easy, but I want to be there for you. I really do, Laney. But the thing is, the choice is ultimately up to you.”

  She looked at me for a moment, and I could tell she was pondering what to do next. Her lip quivered, and I noticed her hands dancing against the edge of the couch. A sign that she was nervous.

  “You don’t have to fret. I’m just telling you honestly,” I assured her.

  “I know you mean well, Stephan, but the truth is … I’m scared. I’m not used to any of this. And well, I’m scared because I like you. In the past, all the guys I dated were douchebags who cheated on me. Now I find a nice guy and he’s … part of the mob. You’re a gang leader, and I don’t know what to do about that. You’re so powerful, and I’m scared of what this means. Will I be in danger?”

  I hesitated with my response for a few heartbeats. I could see that she was nervous. However, I could also see that she was really trying to make this work. Whatever this really was.

  “That really all depends. You could be in greater danger if you just walk away. I don’t know who attacked you earlier, but it certainly wasn’t someone I knew. I think the mess with the Balton Brothers has triggered something bigger.”

  “Right. So, is it safer for me to stay with you? Even if I don’t agree with everything you did.”

  “I’m not sure, Laney. I’m going to be honest with you; I’ll protect you, but I don’t know what else I can do at this point besides offer my protection,” I said.

  Her eyes darted about, and I could sense the fear there. I sat down next to her, grasping her hand and holding it.

  “The truth is, Laney … I like you. A lot. I don’t know how to deal with this. I’m scared … really,” I said.

  “I know you are. I can see it in your eyes.” She chuckled. “You are probably not used to opening up to anybody like that.”

  The words stung, but I was happy that she was gradually relaxing.

  “You got me,” I said, nodding.

  “Right. So, what will happen if I choose to leave? I’m not giving my answer yet … but you know.”

  I tensed. I didn’t want to tell her what would happen because I feared what she might say in response.

  “In the past when people refused to stay, we’d have to erase their identity. I’ve never had to do it, but a couple of my colleagues have. Harrison, my second-in-command had to do it, and he had a fiancé,” I said, my voice hollow in response.

  “Holy shit,” Laney exclaimed.

  There was a pause, and I could sense her fear. She was scared of this, scared of the future.

  “The thing is, Laney, it’s safer to protect you now than to let you go. I can erase your identity, but that doesn’t mean your safety is guaranteed,” I told her.

  I figured being transparent was the best way to go about this.

  “So, you’re saying I don’t have a choice,” Laney muttered.

  “Not at all. You have a choice; I’m just saying that the better option is to stay. And well …

  I’d miss you if you left.”

  My face turned crimson. I was so bad at expressing feelings that Laney’s eyes widened like two emerald saucers. She had the prettiest eyes, and just looking at them made me feel solace. I moved in closer, my hand touching hers again.

  “Do you … mean it?” she asked.

  Her eyes were transfixed on my own, and I nodded.

  “I mean it Laney, I would like to keep you in my life. I can offer protection as much as is needed, and I’m ready to do whatever’s needed to protect you. I really do like you and I want you to stay. So … what will it be?”

  I didn’t like that I needed an answer now but having her go about in a confusion like this wouldn’t benefit anyone. Laney seemed torn, and I understood why.

  “We don’t have to fall in love or anything, I just … want to guarantee your protection, that’s all,” I said.

  “I get that. In truth, Stephan, I can’t stop thinking about you. I like you too, and I both love yet hate that I have these feelings. But … I’ll stay. No matter what happens next, I’ll stay. But there is one thing I’d like to do first.”

  My curiosity was piqued, what could she possibly want, I asked myself.

  “What do you want from me, Laney?”

  She blushed, and I could see her looking away. Was she afraid to ask? I leaned in, grasping her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes.

  “Laney quit hiding. Tell me what you want?”

  She tensed, and I wondered if I came on too strong. I thought about slinking back, letting her come to me, but she gripped my hand as I was about to pull away, looking at me with a serious glance.

  “No. I want … I want to stay here tonight with you. To kiss you again. To … have sex with you. That was the best sex ever the last time, but I felt it was a bit hollow. Because we weren’t really in a private setting. But we’re alone here, and I want to feel those sensations again. If that’s okay with you.”

  I looked at Laney, and then I smiled. She sure knew how to take a guy by surprise. What she said was the last thing I expected to hear. All I could do was nod. And she was right; the sex was pretty damn good.

  I was just about to tell her as much when suddenly her lips were on my own. I kissed her back. Tonight, I would make her feel special, no matter what it took, and I wanted to make Laney realize that I did care, in my own way.

  Even if this was a dangerous decision, even if I regretted it in the future for being so damn foolish, I wanted to make love to her tonight, and show her just how amazing I could make her feel.

  Chapter 6: Laney

  What the hell was I doing?

  Oh wait, I wanted this. I continued kissing Stephan, surprised at my own forcefulness. He moved closer adding further urgency to the contact, our lips locked and our bodies touching. The mere closeness of our bodies was enough to drive me mad with wanting, and I could tell from the way Stephen was kissing me that he desired this as much as I did.


  The way he kissed me was magical. It was like a drug, and I couldn’t get enough of it. When we kissed, I felt like I was in a new world.

  Even though the future was dicey to say the least, and I didn’t know how this would even work out, I wanted Stephan, and I know that he wanted me as well.

  As we kissed, I felt him pull me closer. The closeness of our bodies was intoxicating. The way he touched me, kissed me and made me feel carried me to an entirely different plane.

  He grasped my body, pulling me up. My legs felt like jelly as we moved towards the bedroom. I felt like a princess that was being whisked away to new, more amazing land, and I couldn’t help but love how that felt. I felt whole, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t stressing about anything.

  Sex with Stephan was different from other guys, including my ex. When I had sex with them, I was always frazzled, and not fully in the moment. It was never easy to relax around them, and I hated it. But right now, I felt calm, collected, and well, happy. He pulled me into the bedroom, pushing me down on the bed, taking full control.

  The fact that he could do so, dominating my thick, curvy body like this was such a turn-on. I shivered with delight as his lips invaded my own again, kissing me with a full-on passion that was unbridled. He then moved his lips towards my neck, planting soft, little kisses there. I was at the mercy of his touches, both his lips and otherwise. I shivered, excited about it all, enjoying the heat of the moment.

  His hands moved towards my waist, touching me there, sliding up to my breasts, cupping them through my suit jacket. Even with the clothing barrier I groaned, excited for everything. He seemed eager to enjoy it too, and soon, before I knew it, he started peeling off my clothes like it was nothing.

  I groaned as his own body moved against mine, feeling his proximity and shivering with delight. My pussy was already wet with desire, and I felt his hands press against my panties, touching them there and teasing me from underneath my skirt.

  I yelped, shocked at the sudden action. I moaned in response, the excitement and need only growing so much more as he did this. He continued to touch me there, every little motion turning me on, making me shiver with delight.

  He tore the suit jacket off, tossing it to the side to the bed. His hands fumbled with my shirt for a second, desire fuelling him. I chuckled as I moved my hands upwards, touching it and pulling the garment off. He tossed it off shortly afterward, his hands on my large, full breasts, touching them and caressing them.

  As he did this, I shivered, groaning in pleasure and bucking my hips in delight. Everything was driving me crazy, and even the smallest touch was making me groan in anticipation.

  I wanted more.

  His hands played with my large breasts for a brief moment before he moved towards the back, pulling the clasp apart and taking the bra off. My breasts fell out from the confines, the cold air hitting my nipples and making me shudder.

  “Ahh,” I cried.

  His hands quickly made their way to each of my breasts kneading them with his strong and practiced hands. His fingers moved towards the tip of my nipples, pinching them and touching them slightly.

  As he did this, I cried out again, feeling the sensitivity grow even more so with each passing moment. He played with my nipples for a bit, teasing them with his fingers, and then later on, moving his mouth over towards the other nipple, hungrily taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. He eagerly pulled it downwards, pulling on it with his lips, his tongue snaking out and teasing the edges.

  As he did that, I felt my body grow hot with pleasure. For a brief second, I felt like time had stopped as his lustrous lips teased and played with my aching breasts.

  He continued to service them, my body growing even hotter with desire. I felt like I was losing my mind, completely enraptured in every little caress. Sometimes he would pinch my body, sometimes he would lick and suckle. Every little touch was enough to make me shudder with delight, feeling a sudden, aching feeling only grow stronger.

  I felt the need completely overtake me.

  He moved down, his hands still on my breasts, as he moved his head towards my thighs, kissing and licking each side of them, nibbling on the inner flesh. It was ticklish, but also incredibly stimulating, making me shiver with delight. Gradually, he started to tease me all the way up to my crotch. I ached for him, groaning like a wanton little slut as his hands moved towards my panties, quickly tossing them away and spreading me apart.

  He went to work, touching the very tip of my clit with his tongue, sucking on it. When he hummed against it, I suddenly tensed, moaning out loud with every passing moment. It drove me insane, making me feel hot with pleasure, and as he did that, I couldn’t help but feel even more desire grow within me. I ached for him, felt my whole body shiver with delight in anticipation of what he might do next, and soon, he pressed his tongue all the way in, touching my upper wall.

  The moment he did that was when I became putty in his hands. I shivered, screaming, feeling my entire body suddenly relax after the thrill of my orgasm. I started to move my body away, moving towards his pants, looking at him with a look of pure desire.

  He groaned, and soon, I started to pull his fly and zipper down, taking his cock out from his pants. He looked at me with widened eyes, and I grinned at him.

  “I like taking control sometimes,” I purred.

  I realized at this point he certainly wasn’t used to this, and there was something so damn satisfying about taking his cock in my mouth, sucking on the tip, and teasing the very edge of his cock. I started to move my lips towards the middle, moving up and down, teasing and touching every inch of it. He was big, but I had a desire to go further, and soon, I took him further into my mouth, watching his eyes become wide as saucers as I started to take him all the way in.

  Soon, he was near the back of my throat, and I could feel the stinging in my eyes. But I continued, bobbing my head up and down, watching with delight as he groaned, gripping the sheets. I liked watching him lose control, his composure starting to dissipate over time. It was fun, and he sure looked like he was enjoying it.

  Soon, I got him all the way down, moving from the bottom all the way to the very top. He groaned even louder, his body aching with delight as I continued. I then started to move my lips a bit faster, watching as he gripped the sheets. Soon, his hand was at the back of my neck, lightly touching it there, but not before he pushed my head down, forcing it back upwards once again. He started to cry out, but then he pushed me off. I caught my breath, but not before licking and teasing his balls once more before I pulled away.

  “Jesus woman,” he said.

  “You like that?” I teased.

  “Yes, and I almost lost it right then and there if you hadn’t stopped,” he admitted with a flush. His eyes were downcast, and I could tell he was slightly embarrassed by this. He almost seemed shocked.

  “Oh. Well I’m surprised I have that charm then.”

  “Now, let me finish what I started.”

  Soon, I was on my back once again, and I watched as he rifled through the drawers next to us, grasping a condom and putting it on. I almost told him I didn’t want to use one, but … that was a risk I wasn’t ready to take yet. The heat of the moment was nice, but I was scared to do anything without protection.

  He then spread me apart, pushing into me, and I moaned as I felt the familiar presence of his cock inside me. When he was fully nestled inside, he looked at me, and soon, I flushed.

  “You good?” he asked.

  “Yeah. This is nice. It’s strange, we’ve had sex before, but this feels different. More intimate. Sure, last time was hot as fuck, but I’m really enjoying this. I don’t regret my decision,” I admitted.

  He blushed, but then smiled, regaining composure.

  “I’m glad I can make you feel good then, babe.”

  Hearing the word babe did things to me. Maybe this was real. Maybe we could actually be something more. I didn’t even know, and I wanted the answers
, but for now, I felt the pleasure overtake my conscious thought.

  Stephan grabbed my arm where the tattoo was, kissing it slightly as he began to rock his hips against my body, his cock plunging into me. He looked at me, his gaze unwavering, and I noticed that his silvery-white hair was loose, cascading down his back.

  He looked angelic.

  “I’m glad I got to give you this tattoo, Laney. I’m serious, I thought I was crazy at first, but I want to ink you up again. I want to make you even more beautiful if you’ll let me,” he said.

  I mean, I never thought about getting tattoos like that, but if the meaning was similar to this, a part of me liked the idea of that.

  “Sure. I’d love to hear about your ideas. You’d be the only artist I’d go to anyways,” I said.

  “Thank you.”

  I’m glad I decided to meet up with him, especially since he felt the same way.

  Soon, he grasped my hips, plunging deeper and deeper into me, groaning with pleasure as I held onto him. We continued to kiss, feeling our bodies grow tighter and tighter, the pleasure between us only getting more and more pronounced.

  As we kissed, touched, and I felt him get deeper, he pulled me into his arms, my thick body fitting against his own like a perfect match. He then kissed me, thrusting his hips up, and when it hit that spot, I cried out, losing all semblance of control. I gripped him, holding myself there as I cried out, enjoying the throes of my orgasm. It was one of the best moments.

  After we finished, he pulled out, tossing the condom aside. He grasped me, pulling me into his arms and holding me there.

  I looked at him, and for a moment, I felt like time had stopped.

  “You good?” he asked me.

  “Yeah. I’m amazing actually.”

  “I am too. I’m glad that we could meet again, and figure all of this out. I’m sorry for being so distant and all.”