Shutter: The Complete Series (8 page)

“What?” I ask innocently.

“You thought I didn’t know you, but I do. I’ve seen you watching him, watching me. Always with your zoom lens watching, watching, watching.”

Oh, I can already see this isn’t going to end well. My own frantic eyes search for an escape, but she steps in front of me locking me to the bar with an arm on either side.

“You made a mistake when you got in my way. I was okay with you watching, but not with you interfering. I hope you enjoyed that little romp on the dance floor because it will be the one and only time you ever get that close to him. Do you hear me?” Spit flies from her mouth with every word and her breath reeks of cigarettes and whiskey.

“Ma’am, you need to back away from the lady,” the now familiar bartender calls over my shoulder, but Suzy is too focused on me to care.

“You aren’t the only one that’s been watching and has photos as proof. I wonder what Niko would think if he saw the evidence of you following him constantly, every day at the studio, or that you lurk outside his house every night. When you were always busy watching him, I started watching you.”

Fear simmers within me; I never once thought she would know about me, or care about me. I was never a threat; she was the one with the actual history with Niko…until now. Now I have a present, and possible future with him, and she will never allow that. She will never allow me to have what she truly believes is hers.

“One night?” I implore her craziness; I know that’s all I’ll ever get from Niko anyway. “Give me tonight then I’ll leave him alone for good.”

“No!” she screams in my face. “You will not have what I’ve had; you will not have what’s mine – always been mine!”

“I have just as much on you, probably more,” I threaten and her eyes darken as her eyebrows deepen, and a saying about never cornering a wild animal flashes through my head.

“You have more to lose than I do, take your one night, if you’d like, but you will pay for it come morning.” She sticks her finger out and pokes me good and proper in the chest.

“Ma’am, step away from the lady,” an unfamiliar voice warns. I look up to see two huge body guards hovering behind Suzy.

“You’ve been warned, and I don’t pull my punches,” she spits at me.

“One night,” I say as the guards lift her off the floor by her arms and begin walking her out the back door.

“Big mistake!” Suzy screams before she’s completely out of ear shot.

I lay my upper body on the edge of the bar as my breath comes fast and rough; my mind is racing with thoughts of when Suzy could have possibly gotten pictures of me. I know she could be lying, but I’m not sure I’m willing to risk it.

The bartender slides another martini across the bar. This time, I don’t hesitate as I grasp the glass and begin to drink. Just as the liquid touches my lips, I see Niko appear.

“I told him fast, and I tipped his ass well too.” He eyes the bartender, who simply dips his head to Niko.

I don’t remove my lips from the edge of the glass until every last drop is headed down my throat. The gin flows smoothly and leaves a rush of warmth in its wake.

“Do you ever stop to enjoy a good martini? Or do you always down them in one gulp?” Niko nudges me with his elbow.

“My house,” I declare.

“Your house,” he repeats and pauses momentarily to roll it over in his mind. I worry he’s going to insist on his house, and his normal sexual routine, but he wraps his arm around my shoulders and we head for the front door.

Once we’re in the limo, I don’t allow one second to tick by and weaken my resolve. I will have my one night, no matter who tries to stand in my way.

Still, a flash of worry spreads through me. I’ve seen him with other women; I know he’s particular about control, so I decide to show my hand before he has a chance to consider anything else.

He settles into the seat, and I don’t bother to sit next to him; I hoist my skirt and straddle his lap. His eager hands move straight to my ass as my lips easily find his. A growl rattles through his chest at the unexpected mauling.

My fingers thread through his short hair and my fingernails graze his scalp, eliciting a low, guttural moan in return. My hips work a slow rocking motion – back and forth, back and forth - against him, and I can feel his erection rapidly growing underneath me in sync with my increasing wetness.

His lips turn frenzied, and the long whiskers of his chin drag carelessly across my flesh. I’m going to miss those rough bastards after tonight; it didn’t take me long to grow fond of the pleasurable pain they give.

In a fraction of the time it took to get to the club, we are back at my house. Once again, the driver lightly taps on the window to warn us of our arrival.

I start to stand, but Niko grasps my hip with one hand while sliding a deft finger under the waistband of my thong. My eyes move to his in confusion, but before I can ask for an explanation, he expertly rips my panties down my legs, pulling me forward and maneuvering them from around my feet.

“I’ll keep this,” he says and tucks it neatly in the breast pocket of his jacket. The white silk matches perfectly with his blue and white shirt.

He spanks my ass and points to the open car door. I do as I’m told and quickly climb from the car, my house key in hand to prevent any further delay.

The door is barely closed and locked before Niko swoops me over his shoulder and drops me on the bed. He kneels in front of me and slips my heels off and they clatter to the floor.

Hooking a hand under my knee, he gently lifts, bending my leg. His lips move along my inner thigh and his tongue moves in a perfect dance with the coarseness of his whiskers as he glides toward my aching pussy. He stops just long enough to visually admire me, and I hear him mumble “magnificent” before the heat of his tongue burns one full stroke along my slick pussy.

“So eager, so ready. Your body wants this so much.” His words further incite the need coursing through my veins.

“I want you,” I admit, without pause or need to conceal; my level of want is written all over me.

His tongue returns to my pussy and makes two rougher, deeper strokes.

“God, you taste perfect…pure perfection.”

His words are shameless, and I love them. He’s honest about what he wants, and so I know I can be too.

The tip of his tongue slowly circles my clit, drawing out the pleasure to an agonizing level, but the suffering is only a promise of the pleasure I know will follow.

I lean up on my elbows, longing to watch every lick and suck of his tongue. His eyes peek up at me and I see a tiny smile pull at the edges of his mouth as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. My head rolls back and my hips press down, desperately wanting more than just his tongue inside me.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside me,” I moan.

“I need you to come one more time, and then I promise.”

He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit – once, twice, three times. I call out to the heavens above because it’s not possible he’s this good.

Two fingers slowly enter me as his tongue continues to lap over my clit. My breath grows ragged as every muscle in my body tenses, ready to release. He shifts his head, changing the angle of his tongue over my clit, and I lose it completely. A scream of pleasure tears from my throat as my orgasm thunders through me. My body jerks and shakes under his control.

He rests his head on my inner thigh with his fingers still inside me. “God, you’re so tight. I can still feel your walls pulling on my fingers.”

He finally pulls them out, and just like before, he sucks my juices from them.

“Please, please fuck me now,” I beg.

Without another word, or wasted second, he stands and quickly removes his clothes. I see a flash of his body as he pulls a condom from his pocket and skillfully rolls it on. I’ve seen his body many times, seen all the hard lines and soft curves, but I’ve never seen them this close, especially below the waistline. His cock is long and thick; I knew it would be. So many women chase him, I knew he had to be packing. Girls don’t keep that shit secret either, we talk about the little bitty wieners, but we definitely talk about the vagina breakers too.

He lifts me and moves me up the bed then hovers over me, the head of his cock lightly brushing against my opening.

“Ask me again?” His eyes are hooded with lust, but something more content pulls along his mouth.

“Will you please fuck me right this very minute?” I oblige him as I push my hands into the small of his back urging him forward. I open my legs wider allowing his erection to fall flush with my wetness. He groans and slowly rubs his cock up and down my slit.

A shudder rips through my body at the sensation. “Please,” I whimper.

He leans forward, his gaze trained directly on mine, and I feel the head of his cock probe at my opening. He slowly inches forward and a sharp inhale whistles over his teeth.

“Fuck,” he groans as his hips thrust heavily into me and I lose myself with each movement. The pace edges upward and in response my walls clench around him.

“So tight,” he purrs on a long, deep thrust.

“So big,” I moan in response, and he lets out a tiny chuckle but never loses his rhythm.

Abruptly, he stills then buries himself as deep as he can inside me, and I inhale with pleasure. My hands find his ass and I push him, longing for more. One of his hands finds mine and pushes it up over my head, followed by the other. He circles them together, and I know what he wants. He wants me to stop touching him, to let him control everything. Before he can secure them in place, I jerk from his grasp and return my hands to his ass and gently shake my head. He allows me without a single protest.

He leans up and hooks his arms under my legs, shifting his hips and pulling my ass closer to his lap. Then he really starts to fuck me; hard and fast, exactly like I want.

I can already feel I’m close to coming again. My hands find my breast and lightly kneed into the tender flesh.

“Yeah baby, twist those nipples for me,” he breathes through thrusts.

The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the space around us as we drive each other toward ecstasy. He shifts again, dropping one of my legs to his side so his thumb can find its way to my clit. His cock is even deeper than before, filling me completely. Shocks of pleasure ripple through my body with every circle of his thumb. I cry out in uncontrolled passion.

“Take it; it’s all yours,” he calls out.

His movements increase, pumping into me faster and harder each time.

“Oh God!” I call out as I tilt over the edge of an intense climax.

“Fuck, there’s the pulling!” he cries out as his own pleasure rips through him.

Chapter 10

After we recover from our initial climaxes, we spend hours teasing each other’s body with kisses and strokes. Before he even pulls out of me he trails wet hot kisses along my cheeks, across my forehead, and down my neck. My hands rub longing circles around the muscles of his torso, back, ass, anywhere I can reach. I want to feel him, I want to burn the memory of his body into my brain so I can revisit it accurately any time I need solace.

He finally rolls off of me and wraps a strong, satisfied arm around my waist and pulls me into him, enclosing me in my own warm, safe Niko cocoon. I am happy, I am content. No matter what comes when the sun rises, I am pleased to be where I am, and for what I’ve received from him.

I continue to watch him as his eyes fall shut and his breathing levels out. I study the planes of his face and lightly trace them with my fingertips - the bridge of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the slope of his forehead. I run them over the already healing cut under his eye. It looks good, his doctor must be a miracle worker. I can barely see the small line I created through the clear bandage that covers it.

I stop to hover around his full, soft lips. I follow the raised outline of their edges hoping I can remember the extent of the feelings they caused within me well into my old age – because I’ll need that long to fully appreciate them.

The corner of his lips pull up, “What do you have planned tonight?” His voice breaks the silence in the air, startling me.

“What?” I whisper back.

“Tonight? I want to see you again,” he says plainly, but I think I must be dreaming.

“Why?”

His eyes open and twinkle with humor. “Why?” he scoffs, bewildered. “One night of you will never be enough. I’ll need far more time to appreciate everything you have to give me,” he says, expressing exactly how I feel about him in return.

“You do?” My hands press against his chest and my breathing turns shallow; this isn’t right, isn’t the way it should be.

“Of course I do. Brook, you’ve made me feel things in the short time I’ve known you that I haven’t felt in years. I don’t know what that means, but I damn sure plan to find out.”

“No,” I say harshly. “That’s not what you do. That’s not who you are.” I push away from him completely and stand, still nude, and face him.

He pushes up on one arm and the humor in his gaze quickly diminishes. “I’m not sure who I am, so how can you be?” he bites back at me.

“I’ve seen the things about your love life; I knew what to expect when I went out with you.”

“You may have thought you knew what to expect,” he counters then moves to the edge of the bed and grasps my hands in his. “Look, I don’t know what this is between us, but I want to find out, and I think you feel the same way.”

I try to pull my hand from his because the feel of his skin on mine is not helping to clear my fuzzy head, but he doesn’t allow me to retreat.

“That’s not what this was supposed to be,” I admit to him. “One night, my one night,” I repeat my mantra softly, more for my own ears than for his.

A loud bang on my front door startles me from my daze. I look to the clock and the bright red numbers glow 4:27 AM.

“Who the fuck is that?” Niko growls.

With no answer to give him, I pull panties, a cami, and shorts out of my drawer and throw them on while he puts on his boxer briefs.

I look through the window, but only see a black figure. Niko sees the apprehension in my face and pulls me behind him before unlocking the door, and twisting the handle.