Dragon apocalypse 02 h.., p.19
Broken Dove, page 19
Broken Dove
Chelle Bliss
Contents
1. Lia
2. Leo
3. Lia
4. Leo
5. Lia
6. Leo
7. Lia
8. Leo
9. Lia
10. Leo
11. Lia
12. Leo
13. Lia
14. Leo
15. Leo
16. Leo
17. Lia
18. Leo
19. Leo
Bonus Scene
Mystery Box
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1
Lia
“Lia, are you awake?”
I hear Leo’s voice calling to me in my dreams, and I bury my face deeper in the pillow.
“Lia?”
The familiar squeak of my bedroom door opening lets me know the voice is real.
“Leo, it’s early…” I groan.
As soon as I stir and speak, the dogs scramble from their hiding place under my blankets and leap off my bed to greet Leo.
“You asked me to wake you up before I go,” he reminds me.
I can hear the jangling of the dogs’ collars as the three jockey for the best position, which means the most contact with Leo’s hands. I understand that feeling.
I squint against the weak light and can barely make out Leo Hawk, my roommate of over a year, kneeling in the doorway.
He must be fresh out of the shower because I can smell the soap he uses. None of that fake, metallic man-smell for him.
I pry my eyes open and roll over to greet him properly.
“Sweet Jesus, Lia,” he says, rubbing his forehead and tearing his eyes away from me and my bare flesh.
I curl my lips into a sleepy grin. “You know I sleep naked, bud. You wake me up, you’re asking for the full show.”
I can’t help it if I like teasing him. Smelling him so fresh and seeing him all dressed for the day sends my body into overdrive. Without even realizing it, my nipples go hard, and I rub my thighs together under the sheets.
“I-I know…” he stutters, looking away. “I just… I uh…”
God, I love my roommate. All tattooed, grease monkey, biker guy on the outside, but on the inside, the dude is pure mush. Sweet and gooey. Easy to tease, and even easier to distract. I’m having the time of my life living with him.
“Is this a full-contact wake-up call?” I ask. “Or do you need to be on your way?”
“Fuuuuuuck,” Leo says, his voice thick and needy. “I have shit to do this morning. You do too, remember? The phone interview.”
The way I torture him is almost cruel. I know damn well what he’s got on his schedule today. He’s been a prospect for the MC for almost a year now, and my dad and the other guys keep him busy. The very same MC that my dad happens to be the president of.
“Hmmm.” I pat the bed beside me. “How long do we need?”
“Not long,” he says, with that expression he gets when he’s torn up about something.
He doesn’t admit it, but being in the club means everything to him. I don’t want to screw that up for him. But morning sex…
“I can work with ‘not long,’” I remind him.
“Your dad wants me to—” He flicks a glance at his phone, checking the time.
“Leo,” I say, a warning in my voice, “did you just bring up my dad while I’m waiting for you to decide whether or not you have time to fuck me before you leave for the day?”
He swallows in that adorably sexy way he has, pressing his lips together and lifting his brows. Leo looks down at his clothes. “Let’s focus on the fucking and not on the other part.”
“Forget it. It’s all right,” I say, rolling onto my back. I bend my knees so the sheets tent over my legs. I slide one hand under the sheet. “If you’re in a rush, I’ll take care of myself this morning.”
I bring my other hand to my breast and tweak my nipple between two fingers. It doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as when Leo does it, though.
He watches me, his dark eyes flaring even in the low light. I squirm a little under the sheets, so he knows I’m doing something down there too.
He tosses his plain white T-shirt over his head and kicks off his work boots.
Finally, I get what I want.
“Fuck it,” he mutters. “If your da—if the guys are gonna have my ass, at least I can have yours first.”
I whoop with delight and pull back the covers to welcome him into bed.
He unfastens his pants and stands in his bare feet, a raging erection already tenting his boxers. “First things first,” he says, and kneels again. “Come on, girls,” he says, waving my dogs toward the door. “You know the drill. Don’t need an audience.”
He shoos the girls out and closes the door gently behind them. We’d tried fucking with the dogs in the room before but learned the hard way that two was company, but two people and three dogs made an incredibly awkward crowd.
Leo strides over to the bed and is under the covers with me in seconds. “You kill me, you know that?” he asks.
“Me?” I smirk at him. “I love you, Leo. I would never kill you.” I don’t even flinch at the word, but shit…he does.
But I like this.
What we have is fun.
The kind of weird intimacy that comes when you live with a hot guy is something I haven’t had before. But this whole friends with a little fucking thrown in is awesome. We sleep together but never sleep together. Separate rooms, separate beds, except when we share mine or his for a little while.
I like this arrangement, and I think Leo’s happy. If the orgasms we share every week are any indication, this setup works for both of us quite nicely.
The gravity of what I said hits me suddenly. I do love Leo, and he knows it, doesn’t he? I tell him all the time.
I love everything about Leo, and I do “love” him. But the L-word in all caps… That’s not what this is, and as long as we keep it simple, we can keep on having fun.
That’s my motto in life and in relationships—love everyone. But at the same time, LOVE no one.
Before his dick wilts, I have to recharge the energy in the room, so I reach down for a breast and lift it toward him.
“Want me to lick them, or do you want a turn?” My smile or—let’s be real—the way I’m kneading my tit in my hand brings Leo back to the moment.
“Me,” he huffs, and in an instant, Leo’s mouth is clamped on my nipple.
He starts out gentle, sucking lightly against my skin in a steady rhythm that turns my core to molten heat. The tip of his tongue teases me in torturous flicks that he alternates with the pinch of his teeth. His beautiful, perfect mouth knows how to scrape against me until I’m writhing, pushing my chest hard against his face, wanting more.
I moan a greedy sound, giving him lots of encouragement. “Fuck, Leo, yes… God, you know exactly what I need.”
I close my eyes and disappear into the haze of pleasure, groping with my hands to find the solid mass of Leo’s body. He’s lying beside me, and while he works my breasts, I run my hands through his hair, tugging lightly with my fists without pulling his face from my body. I stroke his neck and feel the cords of his back as I grow more and more desperate.
“Leo,” I pant.
My God, the way he sucks me, I swear I could come from his mouth on my tits. But he slips a hand between our bodies and kneads his way from my hips to my thighs until his hand grazes the mound of my pussy.
“Yes,” I beg. “Please, baby. Don’t make me wait for it.”
Without another word, he slides two fingers across my seam, wetting the tips of his fingers enough so they slide deliciously over my clit. He works his fingers perfectly until I’m thrashing against the bed, begging for him to fuck me.
“Please, Leo. How do you want me?” I ask.
“Every way,” he grunts.
What Leo does to me, I can’t explain. When we’re together, it’s as close to perfection as I’ve ever felt.
The smell of his skin, the friction of his beard against my neck. I want to scream and ride wave after wave of pleasure, but I need to give first. Because once he takes me there, I’ll be useless, and I know it. “Wait,” I say.
I roll to my knees and wait while Leo settles himself on his back. His dick is rock hard and stabs the air as he leans back. I stroke the velvet skin and bend down to give it a little kiss. “Good morning, my friend,” I say lightly, humming the words against the tip.
Leo sucks in a breath but doesn’t speak as I stick my finge rs in my mouth and wet them. I stroke his balls, running my damp fingers along the tight skin and farther underneath until Leo grates out, “Fuck, Lia.”
“You will,” I assure him.
I turn to give him a nice, close view of my ass and straddle him, my face toward his feet. I inch my body back toward his face so I can lower my head and take his entire length. I hold my mouth open and clamp down gently, lapping my tongue along every vein, every ridge, every inch of him.
Leo grips the sheets in his fists, but I keep up my pace, sucking and licking.
“Lia,” he moans.
“Mmm,” I hum, not quite ready for this quickie to end. “Almost there,” I say. And I am.
I am so close to climaxing that I know once I slide down onto him, it’ll be a matter of seconds, and he can be off to work. But I want a few more minutes in this happy place before I let him go.
I knead the long, tight muscles of his thighs with my fingers while I work my mouth on his cock; deeper, slower, faster. I quietly reach over to my bedside table and grab a condom from the drawer. I keep licking and sucking him while I tear open the package. Lightning-quick, I lift my head, sheathe him, and position his dick between my legs.
I lean all the way forward on my hands and knees so he gets the full view of my ass. My legs are spread wide as I kneel, and I rub the drenched tip of his cock back and forth against my clit.
He mutters incomprehensible little grunts punctuated by panting breaths until finally, I’m so close, I slide his cock inside me inch by inch, making sure I lift my ass high enough so he hits all the right angles going in.
But this morning, Leo surprises me.
Once I settle him far inside, he sits upright, his cock still planted deep.
“Move,” he demands.
I do as he says, rolling my hips and working my pelvis while he reaches forward to twist my nipples so hard, I come in a dramatic, sudden rush of a climax, quicker than ever.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I scream, the pleasure knocking out my ability to see and hear. My body soft and yet tight all at once, trembling, shaking, words and sounds crashing out of me at once.
He slowly releases my nipples as I come down, and he grips my hips and leans us both back against the bed without even pulling out.
He is on his back, and I’m on top of him, the connection between us still rock hard inside me as he starts to thrust beneath me.
I don’t know how he can move so fast with all my weight on him, but he is pounding me, bouncing my body with his, and before I know it, I’m coming all over him, a flood of arousal mixing with his as we both scream and hit a glorious orgasm together.
I’m sweating, panting, and lying on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. Leo’s hands rest lightly on my belly.
“You may need another shower,” I say, giggling through the haze of pleasure.
Leo groans but doesn’t say a word as I move my weight off him and settle beside him on the bed. I reach for the bedside table and grab a fistful of tissues to blot off his dick.
“You first,” I say, “you’re the one who has to leave early.”
“Fuck,” he moans, his eyes closed. “Don’t let me fall asleep.”
I lie next to him for a moment, watching as his breathing evens out. A light mist of sweat has dampened his hair, but he still smells fresh and sweet.
This close to him, I can appreciate the pretty curve of his lips, with the close-trimmed beard making me want to kiss him even though he looks barely conscious.
“Such a cutie,” I say.
“I luff you, Lia,” he says before breaking into a soft snore.
What’s that now? He said what? The words startle me upright. He loves me? Does he mean that, or is that the come-soaked ranting of a guy who is practically comatose? Why would he say that?
The words coming out of his mouth, whether he means them or not, give me feelings. Complicated feelings. And I don’t do complicated.
“Wake up,” I say suddenly, shoving him harder than I mean to.
His eyes fly open, and he shoots to sitting. “Fuck, what time is it?”
“It’s okay,” I assure him, softening my hand on his arm. “I didn’t want you falling asleep.”
“No, no, I’m up.” He’s saying the words, but his features are soft, and he looks like he’s just—well, fucked someone senseless. He gets out of bed and lifts his jeans from the floor, rummaging in the pockets to find his phone. “Ah, Goddamn it,” he mutters.
He bends over and gathers up his clothes and boots, giving me quite a view of his tight ass.
“You gonna make it on time?” I ask, settling back on my side to watch him.
“Yeah,” he says, clutching his clothes in a ball, and walks back to the bed to give me a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks, Lia,” he says.
And just like that, I can tell our roommates with bennies dynamic is back.
Balanced and stabilized.
“I’m going to shower really fast. If I roll into the club smelling like sex, your father is literally going to murder me.”
“My daddy’ll murder you dead,” I call out, agreeing in a lighthearted voice.
He turns and heads toward the bedroom door, giving me another awesome view of his bare ass as he leaves. “Want the girls back in?” he asks, turning unexpectedly.
He must have caught me staring because there’s a hint of a flush creeping along his cheeks. I can make out the unmistakable coloring the skin above his beard.
“Hmmm-mmm,” I say, appreciating his body, and because I know he can see me, I nod. “But turn back around. Don’t deprive me of the show.”
Leo turns and looks back at me and gives me a little shake of his head and a grin. The moment he opens my door, three panting ladies stampede back into the bedroom and nearly smush me as they jump back in bed.
“I’ll see you later at work,” he says. “Don’t forget your call is at nine, Lia. You told me not to let you flake out.”
“I won’t flake,” I say, acting all easy-breezy until he closes the door. “Thanks for the wake-up call.”
I listen to the sounds of the shower turning on and release a long, sleepy sigh. My body is starting to cool down, and for once, I wonder how it would be if Leo stayed. Called in sick to whatever stuff the club makes prospects do to earn their trust before they’re invited to become fully patched members. But those are complicated thoughts. More time with Leo, more than mutual pleasure… That spells complicated. I mean, I’ve already had a lifetime’s worth of complicated in my short life, so no thanks.
Simple sex.
Simple life.
That’s all I want, all I need.
All I’m willing to offer.
I pet my dogs and watch the sun illuminate my room until I hear Leo clomp down the stairs, shouting, “Later, Lia!”
Once I hear his motorcycle fire up and leave the garage, I take one last deep breath. The smells of Leo and sex surround me. I flop onto my belly and smash my face against my beat-up pillow. I close my eyes and convince myself it’s time to get out of bed.
Stop thinking.
Stop feeling.
Because what I feel about Leo doesn’t matter.
People come and they go.
Relationships are like seasons—the beginning is always interesting and new, but after a few months, you’re ready for the change. For what comes next.
Although, even as I think it, I remember I’m not living in a place that really has seasons anymore. I’ve been in Florida for a little over a year now, and the entire time has been like one extended vacation.
Some days are breezy and beautiful, others rainy, some blistering hot. But they all kind of mix together in a stew of pretty much the same.
And I love it here.
Seasonless stew and all.
So, what does that mean for my theories about relationships?
Nothing.
Not a darned thing.
Florida is my home for now.
Leo is my roommate for today.
