Keeping Her (3 page)

“You
can be sure.”  Clytie stated voice so low and furious both of the Navy
SEALS outside the truck took a careful step back.  “There will be no
pulling of legs, touching or sex of any kind.”  She whipped off her
seatbelt and reached for the door.  She snapped it open and Ben and Mac
had to jump back farther to keep from being pummeled.  She jumped out and
turned to glare at Demon.  “You can all go to hell as far as I’m
concerned.”  Her eyes teared up right before she slammed the door in his
face.

“Fuck!” 
He was out the door and rounding the truck before she could wrestle her keys
away from Ben.

Demon
picked her up from behind with an arm around her waist.  She kicked out
and caught Ben in the thigh.  He cursed stumbling back, and Demon grabbed
her legs and pulled her into his chest as if he was cradling a baby.

“Children.” 
Mac said, clapping his hands to get their attention.  When he was ignored
he put two fingers to his lips and whistled, high and loud, everyone froze.

“Good.” 
Mac said, “How about we wait and discuss this at home.”

“Our
drive.  Home.”  Clytie hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. 
“You all live together don’t you?”

“We
do.”  Mac said.

“Then
why follow?  Why even leave the bar when we did?”  She swallowed.  “You
aren’t thinking of some kind of kinky foursome are you?  Because if you
are I have to tell you  ...”

Demon
growled and Ben laughed.  It was Mac who relieved her mind.

“Demon
doesn’t share.”  He said succinctly.  Clytie couldn’t help noticing
the careful way he phrased his answer. 

“Demon
doesn’t share.”  She repeated, gazing from Mac to Ben, “Demon
doesn’t.  But you two do?”

Ben
gave her a wicked grin and Mac raised an eyebrow.

“Ooo-Kaay.” 
Wow. 
Clearly, they did share.  Clytie waved a hand before her
hot face.  She cleared her throat and looked up at Demon who appeared none
to happy with her at the moment.

“So,
if you weren’t thinking some kind of kinky foursome why is me being a Virgin
such a big deal?”  She gave him back glare for glare.

It
was Ben who finally had to answer.  Demon seemed to be getting a little
red in the neck.  “Clytie, maybe you noticed how tall and wide Demon is?”

Clytie
looked over at Ben from high up in Demons arms.  “Hard to miss.”  She
said with an edge of sarcasm.

“Yeah
well, he’s like that everywhere.”  He finished awkwardly, his hands going
up and down and his eyes bulging wide.  Clytie waited for the punch line.

Mac
made an exasperated sound.  “He’s got a big dick.”  He stated flatly.

Clytie
opened her mouth, closed it again.  She turned back to Demon careful to
keep her eyes on his neck.  She cleared her throat bracing herself by
placing one arm around his neck and folding the other against his chest. 
She made little nervous twirls under his collar.  “So you’re worried about
me, being a virgin and all, maybe we won’t fit?”  Her face flamed so
bright her freckles disappeared, and she kept swirling her fingers on his neck
beneath his collar.

“We’ll
fit.”

At
his sure words, she met his eyes, which had lost none of their heat.

“Then
why the big scene?”

“Because.” 
Demon growled, pulling her up and bending his neck until they were nose to
nose.  “My balls have been turning blue since I met you and I can’t very
well ram myself down your sweet cunt until I have you ready for me.  You
being a virgin it could take hours.”

“Hours?” 
Her breath left her on the word.

“Hours,”
He kissed her once hard on the mouth, shifted her higher into his arms, and
headed back for the truck.  She wrapped both arms tight around his neck and
sighed against his chest.

This
time he didn’t wait for Mac and Ben before he took off.  Almost immediately, he
pulled into a private drive, and about a mile later, he stopped before a
private security gate and pressed in the code.  Mac and Ben were right behind
them.

“Why
did you wait for them at the restaurant if they already know the way?”

“It’s
safer,” he said flatly.

“Safer?”

His
face expressionless, he considered how much to tell her.  “We protect each
other.  Cover each other’s backs when we’re not at home.  Hell, even when we
are
at home.  We’re a package deal.”  He looked at her, hoping she understood.  “Except
in bed, we’re usually together.”  He didn’t feel the need to remind her Mac and
Ben tended to be together in bed too.

“Protection
from what?”

“We’ve
made some enemies.”

She
seemed to absorb that.  “But you’re the good guys, right?”

His
jaw clenched.  “We were soldiers.”  Among other things, and that was all he was
going to say about that.

“Were?”

“Now
we work security.”

“Okay.” 
She turned away, no more questions forthcoming.

Demon
breathed out the tension invading him.  Reaching out, he rubbed his hand down
her neck.  The smile she turned to him lit up her eyes and brought out her
dimple. 
Mine.
  The word reverberated through his heart. 
This
one, I’m keeping.

He
glanced up as the house came into view.  Maybe keeping her had been his
plan all along.  As a rule, none of them brought woman home, preferring the
anonymity of a quick hotel fuck.  But here she was, and here she would
stay.

Clytie
caught her breath when she saw the house.  Large windows gleamed above a
wraparound deck.  In rustic, dark wood and a solid, gleaming wall of glass, the
house appeared part of the forest surrounding it.  Housing two stories
with ceiling to spare, each section spread out across the forest floor, left
and right.

“There
are three wings around an inner courtyard.  Mac’s idea, he stole the design
from a castle he saw in Britain.  Each of us has a wing to ourselves, though
there’s also a large kitchen and living room off the courtyard we share.”  He
parked the car.  “We can give you a tour tomorrow if you like.”

“Tomorrow?”

He
parked the truck in a garage next to three other vehicles and as many more
empty stalls, one which the jeep currently pulled into.  He came over to her
side before she could take the leap necessary to get out and pulled her back
into his arms.  “Maybe the day after,” he said, carrying her over to the door
and out of the garage.  He shifted her to enter yet another code at this door
and walked through with Mac right behind.

“I’ll
check,” Mac said, which meant nothing to Clytie, but had Demon nodding and
heading in another direction.  She would have liked to explore, but besides
noticing all the walls were white and all the furniture dark, leather and
oversized, she didn’t register much.

“I
can walk, you know,” Clytie said, her arms soft around his neck, but she
secretly liked how small and feminine he made her feel.

“For
now,” he said with wicked intent, and Clytie was reminded why she was here. 
Oh
yeah, sex.

When
they reached Demon’s bedroom, Clytie noticed two things—White walls and big
furniture.  Including a bed that dwarfed any she’d ever seen.  The
room was the size of her entire loft; otherwise, the bed never would have fit. 
The headboard, a solid piece of dark, rustic wood had brambles and flowers
carved throughout.  The bed made the artist in her sigh in appreciation
before coherent thought went out the window because Demon was kissing
her.  Kissing Demon and forming thought were mutually exclusive
activities.

****

Ben
joined Mac in the control room where he checked over security.

“Here’s
her driver’s license,” he said, throwing the I.D. on the table.  “Car
registration matches.”

“Good,
but lets not make any mistakes,” Mac said, going over the data for the last few
hours.  “Go ahead and do a full check.  In fact, have Eli do one too.  Family
as well.  You got her cell phone?”

“Yeah,
from her purse. There’s a few messages.  Sister, a couple young kids, cousin.  Most
are old; she never erases anything as far as I can tell.  Her friend Meg sounds
interesting.  She thinks Clytie is too picky and takes sex too seriously. 
Searching for mister right when should be on the hunt for mister right now,
yada yada.”

“She
does sound interesting,” Mac said, finishing his security sweep and starting
the background himself.  Ben got on the phone and called Eli.  Within an hour,
they would have a full dossier on Clytie Persephone Jones.  Her life would be
an open book.  Mac listened with half an ear as he began his own check.  His
fingers flew over the keyboard as he listened to Ben’s side of the
conversation.

“Hey
Eli, I need a full check ASAP … Female … Not mine this time …

Demon
… Yeah, that’s what I said … No, now.  Priority one … He brought her home …
Yeah well, things they are a-changin’.”  Ben’s voice was flippant, but they
both knew how true the statement was.  How much of a change, they would
both have to wait and see.  But they did not take chances.  That’s why
they were still alive.

Chapter
Three

Clytie
groaned, her legs were once again wrapped around Demon only this time without
the pants.  She had no idea when her jeans had come off, though she did
vaguely remember a boot sailing across the room and knocking over a lamp. 
Everything else leading up to being pressed up against Demon in only her red
satin bra and panties was a blur.  The man could win a gold medal in the
kissing Olympics.

When
he left her swollen lips, they were humming.  In fact, every part of her
seemed to be buzzing in some exciting way.  Her skin thrummed.  Her
breasts pulsed and her pussy wept.  There wasn’t a place on her body not
calling for his touch.

“Demon?” 
The word came out on a groan when he buried his face in her cleavage.  “I
need to touch you.”

“Absofuckinlutely.” 
He groaned, trying to get the covering off her breasts with his teeth because
his hands were busy cupped up under her panties on her ass.

“You
have too many clothes on.”  She said insistently, trying without success
to rip his shirt off. 
What was it made of, Teflon?

He
pulled up taking in his own fully clothed state.  It seemed to occur to
him after a minute what getting naked would require.

“Shit.”

Clytie
giggled.  “Ah pillow talk, you sweet talker you.”

Demon
rumbled out a laugh before chucking her up in the air.  She screeched
before hitting the giant bed with a whoosh.  Clytie glared, but he was
stripping so she let it go.  Unfortunately, he moved so fast she barely
got more than a peek before he was on the bed distracting her again.  His
hand wrapped around her thigh and yanked her up against him.  He leaned over
her, boxing her in.

“Now
who has too many clothes on?”  He didn’t even bother unhooking her, just
ripped her bra right off, and chucked the offending scrap or material across
the room.  He froze his eyes on her bared breasts.  He stared so long
and with such intensity, Clytie became self-conscious.  She didn’t have
the best body image with clothes on, let alone naked, but when she started to
put her hands over her breasts, he growled and snapped his teeth.

She
laughed, it was either laugh or run screaming from the room, but she kept her
hands at her side and let him look.  Just when she figured, she’d been
more than patient his head fell to her breasts and his mouth took possession of
one tight pink bud.  Clytie almost shot off the bed.  He held her
down with one hand on her stomach while he licked and sucked at her right
nipple.  He switched, moving over until he reached the other breast. 
Each touch on her nipples, each suck seemed to draw directly from the nerves in
her neglected pussy.  It made her aware of his hand so close to the sweet
spot as he caressed soothing circles on her navel.

“Demon.” 
She groaned not quite up to full sentences.  “Please.”  She arched
her hips up, searching for some kind of pressure where she needed it
most.  She tried squeezing her thighs together, and only made the need
worse.  Her hands went to his hair, pulling at his scalp in her
need.  “Please.”

He
finally seemed to get the message because his hand left her belly.  He
cupped her pussy, groaning against her breast when he touched the wet curls
through the satin of her panties.  She wriggled to get closer and his hand
slipped lower taking the panties down her hips and off.  He slipped his
fingers between the saturated folds searching for the hidden wet heat. 
She arched up; wriggling to get closer and he slipped a finger inside. 
When he felt the walls of her pussy fight the thrust of one lonely digit, he
almost wept real tears.  Whether it was frustration or joy, even he
couldn’t say.  He found her clit with his thumb, uncovering its hiding
place he circled and played while he suckled her sweet nipples to hard
points. 

Clytie
wondered if it was possible to die from need.  If so, Demon was going to
kill her with slow pleasure.  She was right on the edge of her first
orgasm, she knew it, she
needed
it, she just couldn’t get it.  Demon
stopped, his hand ceasing all movement as he pulled away.  Clytie was
ready to tear her own hair out until Demon yanked her higher up the bed. 
Her knees were over his shoulder and his tongue in her pussy before she could
even lay one curse on his head.  She was so wound up from the fine work he
had done with his hand that one abrasive lick to her clit sent her over the
edge.  She screamed his name, and when he finger fucked her to another orgasm,
she screamed it again.

“Again.” 
He growled, pulling back to watch her face as he used two fingers, stretching
her impossibly.  “Scream for me again baby.”

She
panted, her hips arching, her hair a sweaty tangle behind her.  He had
never seen anything so beautiful.

“Don’t. 
Call.  Me. Baby.”  She said between sucking in deep gulps of
air.  His teeth found her shoulder and bit down just hard enough to break
skin.  She gasped trying to pull away.  He thrust his fingers harder
and further.  Her back arched like a bow and she moaned.

“What
was that Baby?”  He demanded roughly, clearly not liking the order.

“I
said...” she began, moaning louder when his thumb found her clit and began to
play again.  “Forget it, call me whatever you want.”

She
screamed as she came again, by the time she found her way back to the world Demon
was right above her, his weight on the knees between her thighs and both of her
hands captured above her head in one of his.  The other he used to direct
his cock into position.  He had the head in while she still pulsed from
the last orgasm.  He moved both hands to either side of her shoulders and
looked down with total brutal possession stamped across his face.  And
Clytie burned.

“That’s
right baby.  Feel me coming?  This sweet pussy is mine.”  He
said, pushing past her entrance slowly.  The wet heat sucked him in while
the tight walls tried to bar his way.  “No one else can make you feel this
way.  No one but me.  Say it baby.”  She could feel every muscle
in his body shaking with tension but he kept up the same slow steady
pressure.  “No one else baby.  Say it.” 

“No
one else.”  She moaned without thinking.

“That’s
it.”  He pushed in farther.  Her slick heat gave up another
inch.  “This is mine.”

As
slow as he was moving, she was still stretched to the point of discomfort.

Then
it was pain and she hissed.  He stopped.

“Okay. 
Ouch.”  Clytie tried to shift back but there was nowhere to go with Demon
pressing in above her. 

“Relax
baby, almost in and it will be so good.”  He kissed her lips, her eyes, the
tears she wasn’t aware of. 

“You’re
not going to fit.”  She said around big gulping breaths.

“I
will.  This is what we’re made for.”

“Then
get on with it!”  She practically yelled it in his face the tension she was
holding back finally too much. 

With
one hard thrust, he got on with it.  Clytie screamed, and had to wonder
why anybody ever had sex twice. 

Demon
was fully seated, his balls bumping up against her ass.  He kissed away
her tears and found her lips, the angle of her jaw, little soothing kisses
while she adjusted to his girth.

She
began to relax under him an inch at a time.

Demon
waited patiently the whole time, every blood vessel in his body looked ready to
pop and his jaw clenched hard enough to break stone but he held still.  A
torturous hundred years passed before she could finally move without the
overwhelming pain.  Demon caught it after her second shift beneath
him.  He wasted no time pulling part way out and grinding back in. 
He adjusted with each thrust until he hit the right spot and she gasped.

“O.K.” 
She said her eyes opening very wide.  “That felt...  Interesting.”

“Oh
baby, you have no idea.”  He pulled out further and sank back in hitting
her G spot with every thrust.  Her legs wrapped around his hips and she
squeezed her pussy trying to suck him in further.  He pumped again, the
friction just right. 

The
deeper he thrust the deeper she wanted him.  Clytie flung her head back as
he moved in and out.  The longer he did the higher she climbed until she
mindlessly writhed beneath him, meeting thrust for thrust.

“Harder.” 
She gasped out.  Demon.  Harder.”

“I
don’t want to hurt you.”

She
grabbed him by his hair pulling his face down to hers.  “Fuck Me Harder!”

He
lost control, pounding into her repeatedly.  He pounded so hard she
couldn’t keep her place on the bed, sliding back further with every thrust
until she had to brace her hands against the headboard.  Demon hit headfirst
then with a curse dragged her back down the bed clamping down on her shoulders
to hold her in place and rolling his hips. 

“There,”
she shouted out.  “Right there.  Don’t stop.”  He had her right
on the edge and with one more hard thrust and twist; she came, yelling his name
at the top of her lungs. 

Her
inner muscles contracted, milking him and he lost control, coming as he had
never cum in his life.  He let out a roar, his seed shooting deep into her
hot core.  Never in his life had he experienced anything close to what she
did to him.  By the time they had both crested he felt milked dry. 
He lay, still inside her and tried to get his breath and brain back, he had
barely enough thought left to hold some of his weight up on his elbows so he
didn’t crush her. 

He
wanted to stay.  With every other woman now would be the leaving part of
the evening.  His life did not engender trust.  Sleeping next to
anyone was a chance he didn’t take.  But Clytie was different.  He
pressed his lips to hers because he could.  He kissed her again because it
felt so good.  Eyes closed, she kissed him back.  They held on to
each other, lips melding over and over as the tremors passed. 

“They
were right.”  Clytie said sometime later, letting out a little laugh, “You are
really big.”

He
nuzzled into her neck content to be cocooned with her.  “Just
proportionate to my size.”  He said nibbling on her ear.  He found a
mark he had left on her shoulder and licked with a satisfied rumble.

“What?”

“A
few of the guys from my squad are almost as wide and some are even longer and I
have a good foot in height and fifty pounds on them.”

Clytie
started to laugh.  A full belly laugh had him shifting and cursing above her.

“Yo-oou
mea-s-ured?”  She was laughing so hard only some of her words were coherent. 
“Di—d you ac-t ly pull out – ruler?”

He
looked so put out she laughed harder.

“It
wasn’t like that.  You just notice things...”  He growled, if he
could have reached from this position he would have paddled her ass.

She
hugged him, her arms around his neck.  She squeezed him tight as she
continued to laugh at his belligerence.  The laughing jiggled her breasts
nicely against his chest and it was suddenly not so bad that she laughed at
him.  She was hugging him tight.  He could live with that.

“This
time I’m going to go slow, like I promised Baby.”

That
stopped the giggles.  Clytie was so not ready for a repeat
performance, a shower maybe.  She cleared her throat wondering how to
extract herself without flashing everything. 

“Hey
De...”  The brand of his lips on hers distracted her while he built the
heat again.  His body moved across the length of hers, his wonderful big
hands took possession, one on her breast, and the other curved around her butt
to bring her up solid against his massive erection.  His mouth trailed to her
neck, biting soft over her pulse point as her body once again became his
playground.  “I thought guys needed time after...”

He
bit at her breast.  She arched at the stinging pleasure.  She pushed
her hands into his hair to hold him.  She rocked under him, loving the
feel of his hard thighs against the inside of hers as she shifted.  “I
guess not.”  This time Demon made it a point to run his lips over every
inch of her before he took her to another screaming orgasm.

             
Unsure whether Clytie had passed out from pleasure or exhaustion, he figured he
could give her some time before he was inside her again.  Not a long time,
but a few minutes certainly.  He dozed holding her close against his heart.

When
he awoke, the sun had set leaving the room dark around them.  Demon knew
even as he pushed into Clyties moist heat that he should let her sleep. 
But her scent mingled with his and the touch of her, skin to skin, made waiting
impossible.  Clytie woke up with Demon already shuttling deep inside
her.  He took her, then again.  His dick never seemed to get enough,
not going down for more than a few minutes all night.  At one point, he
flipped her over to her stomach.  As soon as her eyelids fluttered open,
he took her from behind, his teeth clamping down on her shoulder as she
splintered apart in his arms.

  
If he had asked she would have said she was too sore to continue the fuck
marathon, but he never asked, just took her again and again.  Unclear when
she slept or if, Clytie was amazed he kept pulling orgasms out of her at will
when she was sure she couldn’t possibly have another one.  Even exhaustion
and soreness didn’t stop her from screaming out her pleasure whenever he wanted
her to.  The man was a sex machine.