"Santana?" he asked as she pulled a sheet over her naked body.
She rolled to her side, away from him, and sighed. "I wish you would've loved me enough to take me away from them."
He knew she was referring to Ellie and Smash. The statement broke his heart. He quickly undressed and joined her in bed, spooning against her back. "Had I taken you away with me, I would've been no different than your dad," he confessed. He buried his face in her thick hair. "There's a light in you that seems to shine only for me. It's always been that way. When you were a kid, every time I'd go on the road and see something amazing, I wished you were there with me to experience it, too. I told myself it was because you were the only person who ever seemed happy to see me, and maybe it was." He shook his head. "All I know is that I've loved you in one form or another since I met you."
He blew out a ragged breath. The depth of what he'd just admitted cut him to the bone. "Once you were older, I got as close as I dared. Believe me, I thought of taking you away more than once, but I knew how you felt about me and in my heart, I knew I wouldn't have been able to push you away."
She reached for his hand and put it on her breast. "I'm not a little girl anymore."
He felt her nipple harden against his palm. "No, you're not." Which is why he was going to take her away from the people who still possessed the power to hurt her. "I have to make a few trips into San Antonio over the next month to check on the girls."
"The prostitutes?" she asked, her body going rigid.
"Yeah, but it's tying up some loose ends for the club." He gave her tit a gentle squeeze. "It's club business, bug, it's part of a deal I'm trying to work out with Cecil."
"Do you fuck them?"
He moved enough to force her back to the mattress. "I've never fucked them." He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked the pebbled nub for several moments before releasing her. "I think that's why the girls trust me so much." He teased the nipple with the tip of his tongue. "I told you earlier, I'm yours. I've never said that to anyone, so you can believe I don't take it lightly."
"Can I go with you?"
He shook his head. "I can ask Tiny to stay with you while I'm gone. That is, if the two of you have worked through your differences?"
"We have." She ran her fingers over his chin. "I like the stubble, but promise you won't grow a beard again."
He chuckled, knowing Tiny's bushy beard had prompted the request. "You've made your opinion of beards quite clear, and I haven't grown one since you told me that first time." He grinned and threw the sheet back before moving to insinuate himself between her legs. "But … " He stared at her pink pussy and groaned. "You need to understand that a beard is softer than stubble when I'm eating your pussy."
She gasped as he pressed his mouth against her cunt.
Chapter Six
Dressed in one of Stake's T-shirts, Santana slid bacon and scrambled eggs onto two plates as Stake entered the kitchen. "Morning."
He sandwiched her between him and the counter as he filled a mug with coffee. "Still sore?" he asked, grinding his erection against her.
She was, but not enough to pass up morning sex. "A little."
He narrowed his eyes as he took a sip of coffee. "Liar." He stepped back and sat in his chair.
It was then that she noticed the wet washcloth and bottle of lube. Was he planning to fuck her? Between the whisker burn and hours of fucking, she wasn't sure she could handle it despite her body wanting nothing more than to feel him again. She set the plates on the table, and he promptly pulled her plate in front of his chair alongside his. He patted his lap. "Come here, bug."
"Okay, yes, I lied. I'm sore," she confessed.
He simply nodded and gestured to his lap again. "Sit," he ordered.
With trepidation, she did as instructed, wincing when her bare ass brushed against the denim of his jeans. She blushed as she remembered him licking not only her pussy but her asshole, as well. It was mortifying to think about in the light of day, but she hadn't been able to tell him no. The attention to her ass had been unbelievable even though it wasn't something she'd ever considered doing with a partner.
Stake pushed her legs apart and picked up the wet washcloth. "Relax," he whispered in her ear as he pressed the cold cloth against her sore cunt. "Those eggs look good."
She picked up the fork and speared several of the fluffy yellow mounds before holding it to his lips. "Is that your subtle way of asking me to feed you?"
He ran his free hand up under her shirt to squeeze her breast. "My hands are full."
She leaned against his chest as she followed the eggs with a slice of bacon. The cool cloth on her pussy felt fantastic, but his attention to her tits was making her wet. "I could get used to this."
"I'm counting on it." He removed the cloth from her raw skin and fit it under her ass before reaching for the lube. "This'll help, too." He poured lube onto his fingers as she continued to feed him. "You should be fine tonight, but keep applying lube to the chafed areas today." He smeared the lube on the outside of her pussy lips before separating them to take care of her most intimate parts. When he zeroed in on her clit, her entire body jerked.
"Oh, fuck," she panted, dropping the fork onto the table.
With another deep chuckle, he continued to pluck and rub her clit as her body bucked against him. "Push the dishes to the other side of the table."
She looked up at him. "What're you going to do?"
"Your delicate pussy isn't the only thing that's sore, is it?" he asked.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was going to touch her ass again. She didn't move right away, and he scowled. "I thought you enjoyed what I did last night?"
"I did, but we were in bed, and the lights were off." She cursed herself for acting like such a virgin. She had no doubt Stake had done a number of things with other women. Most of which, she would probably find shocking, and she knew if she didn't do everything to keep him satisfied, he'd go elsewhere. As she pushed away the plates, she reminded herself that she had liked the feel of his tongue on her asshole. She simply needed to get over her embarrassment and let loose with him. "Okay."
"Take off your T-shirt, and lay on your back," he ordered, lifting her onto the table to face him.
When she pulled the shirt over her head, the loose knot she'd tied her hair in to cook fell out, leaving it to tumble down.
"Goddamn," he growled. "You're so fucking beautiful." His gaze traveled from her face to her tits before roaming further south to her pussy. He shook his head. "I don't deserve you."
The statement surprised her, but made her more determined than ever to give him what he wanted. The more she gave of herself, the hornier he seemed to get. She decided to put her fears and embarrassment aside and embrace the sexual woman inside her that had waited too long to be with the man she loved. Lying back on the table, she rested her feet on the edge. With a grin, she spread her legs wide open, giving him a view of what his five o'clock shadow had done to her.
"Oh, babe." He leaned in and licked her pussy, despite the lube he'd already used on her.
She was thankful he had taken the time to shave before setting down for breakfast. He drew back and reached for the lube. "I'm dying to fuck you, but I won't let myself."
For that, she was only slightly grateful. "Later?" she asked, praying she'd never again have to go a night without his cock. She really was turning into a slut, but she supposed it didn't really count if it was with Stake.
He dripped cold lube onto her chafed skin and rubbed it around with a light touch. "Is this okay?"
"Mmm hmm," she answered, unable to form words while she squirmed with pleasure. She reached for her tits and began squeezing her hardened nipples.
When Stake's lubed fingers circled her asshole, she gasped. "Someday, I'd like to try fucking you here." He pressed the tip of his thumb against her puckered opening until it pushed inside.
"Oh," she gasped again as he pushed further into her.
With his thumb buried inside her ass, he used tip of his middle finger to press against her clit. The combination skyrocketed her into a climax, stealing her breath. She pressed a hand to her chest and fought for air as the orgasm ripped through her.
Stake noticed her distress and gathered her in his arms. "Babe. Breathe," he soothed, peppering her face with kisses. He pulled her off the table and cradled her on his lap. "It's okay."
Although her body continued to experience small quakes, her breathing slowly returned to normal. "What the hell was that?" she panted.