The Stand Off (23 page)

She turned to face the head board
and slowly slid down to her knees. “Like this?”

“Hold onto it,” he said as he
guided her hands to the headboard.

“Damn, look at you,” he moaned as
he caressed her ass with his large hand. “Spread your legs, baby.”

She spread her legs and he
immediately slid his hand down her ass to caress her spread pussy. He focused
on her clit for a moment before moving his hand to slide across the curve
between her legs. He slid his hand back up to her ass and without warning, he
smacked her. She gasped and unconsciously clenched her butt cheeks and the
headboard.

“No clenching…unless I tell you
to,” he whispered in her ear as he gently caressed the stinging cheek.

She turned her head to the side
to kiss his lips. He used his free hand to hold the side of her head as he
deepened the kiss. His gentle caress had suddenly stopped and she instantly
knew what he would do. She was more prepared for this one but cried out into
his mouth regardless. He smacked her butt again before he grabbed the top of
her dress and yanked it below her breasts. He pushed her bra strap down her
shoulder and slid his fingers into the cup of her bra. He cupped her breast and
began circling her nipple with his thumb before closing in on it.

With his other hand, he slid his
fingers under the crotch of her panties and slid his middle finger inside of
her. He pumped it in and out a few times before withdrawing his hand. He
smacked her ass lightly as he tugged on her nipple. He broke the kiss and
looked at her lust dazed eyes.

“Stand up.” he whispered as he
helped her stand. He sat on the middle of the bed and grabbed her hands, “Come
here.”

She stepped on either side of his
legs and slowly sat down on his lap. She wiggled against the iron cock pushing
against her pussy.

“I need to see you,” He pulled
the other bra strap down her shoulder and then yanked her bra down to her
waist. He bent his head and took as much of her breast in his mouth as he could
as he drew his tongue across her nipple. She grabbed his head and held him as
she pushed her breast against his face. He moaned as he released the majority
of her breast to focus on her nipple. He sucked the tip for a minute before he
trapped it between his teeth. He slid his tongue across the very center before
releasing it. He laid a soft kiss on her nipple before he laid back. He grabbed
her thighs and pulled her up his body until she was on her knees above his
face.

“Wider,” he said before he pulled
her down to sit on his mouth.

She spread her legs wider and
held the thick headboard for support.

“Ooh,” she sighed when he slid
his tongue between her nether lips.

He lightly sucked on her clit as
he slid his finger inside her. He sucked it hard, causing her body to jerk
before releasing it and gently circling it with his tongue. He reached up to
caress her breast, toying with her nipple before he drew back his hand to
lightly slap the plump underside.

She moaned and laid her forehead
on the headboard. He slapped her breast again before gently running his fingers
across her nipple.

She felt the familiar orgasmic
bubbles begin to build momentum. She was holding the headboard for dear life as
she felt it begin to erupt throughout her lower body.

“Oooooh
shit
!” she cried
out hard.

The orgasm rocked her, she cried
out and tried to pull away, but he threw his arm around her thigh and held her
still. He continued until she had completely finished coming. He withdrew his
mouth and she sighed as he pulled her back down his body. He held her tightly
and kissed her for a moment; content to just enjoy her. He lifted her limp body
and laid her back on the bed as he positioned himself at her opening.

“I need to be inside of you so
bad.” He thrust his thick cock deep inside of her and she cried out. When he
was fully submerged he held his head in the base of her neck and growled, “
Fuck
,
you feel good.”

He began to move inside of her,
his slow rhythm quickly gaining speed with each stroke. He was pumping in and
out of her; his mouth was locked on hers as he slid his hand between their
bodies to circle her clit. Her second orgasm came quickly. She cried out and
arched her back as she sunk her nails into his skin. He pushed his lips against
hers, taking her cries in his mouth as he continued to drive into her.

He’d been trying to hold back
because she felt so good, and he wanted it to last. When her inner muscles
started contracting around his cock, it his undoing. He growled like a beast as
he let go. She cried out and clutched him as they came together. Dean held her
still for a moment before he rolled off of her to lay by her side. He pulled
her closer as he tried to regain his breath.

“I’m not ready for this to end; I
don’t know if I ever will be,” Dean admitted as he kissed her forehead.

“I feel the same,” she sighed as
she snuggled closer to him, her body still coming down from the multiple
orgasms.

***

Lux stood naked before the
mirror, looking at the scar on the front of her hip. She covered it with her
hand and frowned.

Dean walked up behind her and
slid his hands over her hips as he whispered in her ear, “Leave it alone.”

“Sometimes it looks like it’s
getting bigger.”

“It’s not.” He kissed the side of
her face and leaned over to grab a marker off the dresser. He turned her to
face him and went down on his knee before her as he uncapped the marker. He
grabbed her hip and kissed it before he wrote his name across her scar. When he
was done, he stood up and kissed her before turning her back to face the
mirror.

“That’s the best it’s looked
since it first happened,” she grinned as she looked at his name on her thigh
through the reflection.

“What happened?” he asked and
their eyes locked together in the mirror.

She stared at him for a moment
before she finally spoke, “My father cheated on my mother so many times that
karma was inevitable. He used his skills of manipulation to conquer the women
that he considered weak and pushed his luck to the limit in the process. After
all those years of getting away with it, he finally met a woman who was too
weak to handle his mental butchery. He’d drained her bank account and made it
impossible for her not to fall in love with him.  In the end, he’d left her
penniless as well as broken hearted and she came back for revenge.” Lux looked
blindly at the ceiling as she thought back to that terrible day. “She closed
her eyes when she shot at him… she didn’t see me until it was too late.”

Dean kissed the tear running down
her cheek as his inner beast roared at the enormity of her being shot. The
thought of him never knowing her weighed heavily on his heart. The thought of
her having to go through that horror, sent him into full protection mode. He
turned her head to face him and vowed, “I will do everything in my power to
keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you again, I swear on my life.”

***

After enjoying a beautiful dinner
on the back porch, Dean received a text from his brother. When he was finished,
he hung up his phone and looked back up at Lux with a dazzling smile. She
wanted to grab his face and kiss him, just because he was so handsome.

“We got some good news,” Dean
grinned.

“Like this day could get any
better,” she said with a sincere smile.

“The new place will be finished
by tomorrow night. They are working on the kitchen now.”

“That was quick.”

“It better be; I paid them extra
to get it done before the time limit. We can spend the day getting your things
together. I want to be moved in there by tomorrow night.”

It was then that Lux remembered
her prior commitment with the private detective.

“I can’t tomorrow; we might need
to reschedule for the following day.”

“Why not?” His bright smile
immediately changed.

“I have this thing.”

“What thing?” he barked.

“It’s a business dinner.”

“With who?”

“Just someone I do business
with.”

“Cancel it,” he demanded. He was
used to getting his way but not when it came to Lux. She did what she wanted,
and he knew this could possibly turn into a battle of will.

“I can’t, I have to be there.
It’s business; it’s really important. I promised, and I hate breaking
promises.”

“You better make it quick or I’ll
come get you from said business meeting. I finally get you all to myself and
now you’re making me wait. The injustice of it.” He grinned and quickly kissed
her. He would not give up, he might let it die down for now, but at the last
minute he would
insist
.

“It’s only for a few hours.” She
smiled, understanding his impatience. If she hadn’t promised Clifton, she would
cancel her plans. She much preferred spending tomorrow night with Dean, but she
could not break her promise.

“That’s way too long; make it an
hour or less.” He smoothed the hair back from her face.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she
grabbed his face and kissed him thoroughly.

With deep regret, Dean forced
himself to leave Lux and actually go to work. He’d gone from never missing a
day of work to skipping almost a week. His co-workers had acted like he’d been
gone for damn near a year. They’d assumed it must have been something serious
for him to take that much time off. Dean was thankful for his brother Johann’s
diligent work. Everything was up to date and in order; it was as if Dean hadn’t
missed a day.

By the end of the day, Dean was
counting the minutes. He was rushing through the last of his paperwork and
getting everything taken care of so he could leave. He was ready to get out of
there and pick up where he left off with Lux. He wanted to take full advantage
of the limited time they had to spend together before she went to her business
meeting. He wasn’t pleased that she refused to cancel the meeting, but he
respected her loyalty and her business ethics. When he finished, he smiled
widely, grabbed his jacket, and was ready to leave. He’d taken a step towards
the office door when it swung open. In stormed Vaughn, huffing like a bull with
the devil in his eyes.

“What are you doing here? I
didn’t expect to see you until next week.” Dean was shocked to see his brother.

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of
you.”

“I’ve been busy. What’s going
on?”

“You know why I’m here,” Vaughn
barked.

“No, I don’t,” Dean insisted, his
patience dwindling.

“You fucking traitor! You knew I
loved her! She was the only woman I have
ever
loved!” Vaughn roared as
he stormed towards his brother.

“What the fuck are you talking
about?” Dean snapped as he felt his temper spark.

“This,” Vaughn held up the latest
copy of
In.ur.biz
magazine. It was one of the most popular celebrity
gossip magazines and websites in the country. On the front cover was a picture
of Dean having sex with Vaughn’s ex-fiancée.

“What the fuck is that?” Dean
grabbed the magazine from his brother.

“That’s front page news. Why
would you do this to me?” he seethed.

“You honestly believe that I
would do this to you?” it was Dean’s turn to be angry.

“The picture speaks for itself,”
Vaughn retorted.

“The picture is a fake,” Dean
said in a controlled voice although he was ready to throttle his brother.

“That picture is now on every
tabloid and website across the country.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that
it’s a fake,” Dean continued to glare at his brother. “One of your closest
friends owns that company, why would he allow this to be released?”

“He was on vacation, he wasn’t
informed. He fired everyone that was involved with releasing it without his
permission.”

“Good, they obviously didn’t use
good judgment.”

“It’s a convincing photo,” Vaughn
admitted.

“I’m your brother; you should
know me better than that!” Dean roared, his patience now gone.

“I know how you feel about women.
You have no honor when it comes to relationships,” Vaughn spat.

“I have honor when it comes to my
family. Now get the fuck out of my office,” Dean growled.

Dean and his brother stared off
for an intense minute before Vaughn turned around and stormed out of the
office. Vaughn had just slammed the door closed when Johann walked up to him.

“Feel like a jackass now?” Johann
asked.

“Maybe,” Vaughn nodded.

“I told you Dean would never do
that. I can’t believe you actually thought that he would. You should have
automatically known that picture was a fake. Face it, your fiancée left you
because you’re a fucking prick… not because of Dean.” Johann shook his head as
he walked away from his brother. Johann walked into Dean’s office unannounced.

“Get out,” Dean barked, not
looking up.

“No,” Johann said dispassionately
as he went to sit in the chair across from Dean’s desk.

“I thought you were Vaughn.”

“Vaughn is a hot headed asshole… everyone
knows that. He’s a temper-driven tyrant but I know that deep down, Vaughn
doesn’t really believe you would do something like that,” Johann said.

“Yes he does… but Vaughn is the
least of my worries. I don’t want Lux to see that shit,” he said with a look of
remorse, something Johann had never seen on his brother’s face before.

“Lux is a very nice girl, I’m
sure she will understand.”

“I know Lux, and I’m not taking
that chance. I’m going to find the person who launched those pictures,” Dean
vowed.

“I feel sorry for that person.”
Johann shook his head.

“As you should.”

“I’m going to make a few calls to
see what I can find as well,” Johann assured him.

“Let me know.”

“The second I find something,” he
finished before he turned to leave.

Dean watched his brother leave
and sat there for a moment as he tried to gain some control over his anger. He
felt his wrath flickering inside; he was ready for war. He would find the
person who sent those pictures and destroy him or her. He was ready to tear
down the walls in rage, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the small
piece of red tape attached to a file. It was a tiny piece from the red tape
they’d used to block the Lounge entrance.

“Lux.” He grinned and grabbed his
coat. He would deal with this mess later, when he was less volatile. Right now,
he was going to see Lux. He needed her and now he would insist that she cancel
that meeting.

***

After spending her entire life
without Dean, Lux was not thrilled about spending the majority of her night
without him. She had to admit, she was somewhat fixated with the man. She never
thought this day would come, but now that it was here, she would embrace it.
She would throw caution to the wind and take a chance with her heart.
Unfortunately, she had promised Clifton that she would tell his business
associates how much he’d helped her. Not only had he helped her, but he’d gone
above and beyond the call of duty. That meant that canceling on Clifton wasn’t
an option; it just wouldn’t be fair. Skipping the woe is me; she decided to
just get ready and try to get this night over with as quickly as possible. The
sooner it got started, the sooner it would be over. Then she would be able to
spend the rest of her night with Dean. She was ready to pick up right where
they left off.

Lux stripped down and slipped
into the steaming bathtub. It felt amazing, the heat enveloped her skin and the
water shifted like hands across her breasts. She parted her legs and let the
warm water seep in. she gasped and shifted when she felt that touchy little nub
begin to pulse. She started to think Dean and his magical hands; then before
she knew it, she was sliding her own hand between her legs. She had just begun
to circle her clit when her thoughts of Dean intensified. Masturbating to a man
she knew intimately was a whole new experience for her. She threw her leg over
the side of the tub as she deepened the pressure. She arched her back a bit and
then slid down to feel the warmth of the water tingle against her breasts.

She was deep in a fantasy when
her phone rang. She tried to ignore it, hoping they would hang up, but it kept
ringing. She had a feeling she already knew who it was. She sat up, quickly
dried her hand and grabbed her phone. Her body tightened a little when she saw
his name on the screen.

D.B

_____

What are you doing?

Lux<3

_____

Taking a bath.

D.B

_____

I’m coming over.

Lux<3

_____

I have that business meeting
tonight.

D.B

_____

Cancel it. I need to see you.

Lux<3

_____

I can’t cancel; its business. I
promised. We discussed this!

D.B

_____

You’re cancelling. I’ll be there
within the hour.

She knew by the urgency in his
text that he was serious so she jumped out of the tub and quickly dried off.
She grabbed her full outfit for the night and got dressed in record time. She
had just finished her hair and makeup when she received a text from Dean
telling her that he just pulled up. She headed over to her bedroom window and
watched him walk over to the front door. She could not help but to take a deep
breath and appreciate him. Just seeing his large, muscular frame strut to her
front door was enough to make her want to pounce on him the second he walked
in.

“Damn! You should have
finished masturbating when you had the chance. Too bad there wasn’t more time.”

Just the thought of him had a way
of setting her lower body on fire. She shifted as she felt her vagina begin to
pulse.

“Hussy,” she murmured with a
satisfied grin.

***

Pixie answered the door in a pair
of black and orange striped pajamas, complete with a large crown on her head.

“Hey Wrecker! Lux is in her
room,” Pixie smirked and stepped to the side as he headed towards that
direction.

“Hey Wrecker, are you hungry?”
Kiki called to him when he walked by the kitchen.

“No,” he continued on his way to
Lux’s room.

Pixie scrambled into the kitchen
and whispered, “He looks a little pissed off.”

“I noticed,” Kiki agreed.

Lux received a warning text from
Pixie that Dean was on his way up to her room. She finished buckling her bright
orange platform shoes and headed to unlock the door. She had just taken a step
when she heard the door knob turn. She hurried when he began to pound.

“Open the door, Lux!”

“Do not cave, Lux. You
promised Clifton you would help him out. Do not let Dean talk you out of this!”
she warned herself. She was going to pinch her leg but, unfortunately, that
feeling had morphed for her. It no longer brought relief; it only reminded her
of Dean slapping her ass.

“Lux!” he yelled and smashed the
door again with his fist.

Lux swung open the door and
stared at him as if he were daft before she snapped, “What is the matter with
you? Are you
trying
to break the door down?”

“That’s not how you greet me.” He
walked past her and into the bedroom.

“How should I greet you?” she
slammed the door and put her hands on her hips.

“Naked and or on your knees,” he
growled as he turned to face her. When he saw what she was wearing, he froze
and lost his train of thought. 

She was wearing a black and white
color block, strapless, skater dress that accented her curves to perfection.
She wore a skinny, orange belt around her cinched in waist that matched her
shoes. He instantaneously felt the breath leave his chest when he realized he
could see the slight bump of her nipples. He needed to start locking this girl
up.

“What are you wearing?” He
roared.

“A dress,” she stated simply.

“Are you wearing a bra?” he asked
as he poked her nipple.

“Don’t be a pig,” she chastised
him as she crossed her arms over her chest. The poke to her chest had worked
against her plan to ignore his advances. Her nipples were tightening by the
second.

“Let me see,” he reached for her,
but she stepped back in time to avoid him. “You have to the count of three to
let me see. If not, I will tear that dress apart.”

“
Yes
, I am wearing a
strapless bra,” she said hoping that he didn’t notice the increasing length of
her nipples.

“Why are you dressed up?”

“Because where I am going
requires me to dress up,” she said defensively.

“You said you were going to a
business meeting,” he took a step closer to her.

“I am.”

“That’s not a business dress;
that’s an easy access dress.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.
“Why would you wear an easy access dress on a business meeting?”

“It’s not an easy access dress,”
she hollered back.

“No?” he asked as he yanked the
bottom of her dress up to her waist and grabbed her pussy. He lightly pinched
her nether lips as he reached around with his other hand and slapped her ass. “That’s
not easy access?”

She took a deep breath as she
controlled the cyclonic pleasure building within her. She attempted to lower
her skirt, but he refused to remove his hand from between her legs. She tried
to take a step away from him, but he held her nether lips tightly, preventing
her from going too far.

“All dresses are like that;
that’s why they are called dresses.”

“Who are you going with?” he
asked as he took a step forward, refusing to let go of her vagina.

“Just a friend.” She tried to
shove his hand away.

“Which friend?” He grabbed her
wrist and held her arm still as he pinched her lips a little harder.

“You don’t know him,” she yelled
at him, trying to refrain from pulling her dress back up or spreading her legs.
Just when she thought she would cave, he released her sex.