Chapter 4 4

4.

His fingers crawled up her smooth thighs, pausing at the denim barrier, his eyes flicked up to Kisa. She released a small breath, her mind racing as her body heated up to his touch. She recognised the familiar sensation instantly, her mouth parted.

Slater fingered the material of her shorts, "we'll buy you some other clothes..." he hummed, without really paying attention. All he could really think about was ramming it into her, his cock strained against his jeans just thinking about the silky channel he was sure would greet him. He clenched the dark skin under his palm, "okay, kitten..." He continued, he'd lucked out. She'd fallen directly into his cage; the bastard was fucked if he was going to let her go.

"Yeah," Kisa nodded immediately, craving to please the stranger. He was the kerosene to her body's flame. Burning her into a needy mess. Pressing her legs together, she clenched the sheet under her. In that moment she was sure she'd agree to anything he asked, one bat of his eye lashes and she was under his spell. Addiction called and he just happened to be the perfect drug.

Moving closer to the small woman, Slater's hands continued up her thick thighs and stroked from her hips to her narrow waist. He tightened his hands around her. "Yeah." His smouldering irises met hers. Gripping the material of his shirt, he slowly tugged it up her body. All he wanted was a taste, a little taste of the sweetness she locked beneath those damn clothes.

Breaking their gaze, he narrowed his eyes on the slither of skin that began appearing. He could see his effect on her, as her breathing falter. Her chest rose and fell at the same speed his adrenaline fuelled his system. Standing, Slater pushed her back on his bed. He lowered over her, using his knee to part her legs. "Slat-"

He cut her off, "take me on, kitten." Slater taunted her.

She froze as his fingers trailed along her abdomen, moving up her body they paused at the crease just below her breasts. Simultaneously they groaned. Unable to control himself any longer, Slater took the shirt and dragged it off her body in one swift movement. He kept their gazes locked before he finally looked down. Fuck. Closing his eyes for a second he forced himself to not shot a load in his fucking jeans, the sight of her heaving chest was bound to haunt him.

The bloody cock tease, she was more beautiful than he expected.

Kisa squeezed her eyes shut, blocking him off. Past memories of ex-lovers flooded her mind, she had become quite self-conscious of her body; always being told her breasts jiggled too much, or her thighs were too thick. The same faults she detested, Slater admired.

Slater opened his eyes and reached up to stroke the lower half of her left breast, he looked up to find her shutting him out. "Open your eyes, Kisa." He spoke through clenched teeth. He wanted to see her, watch her shudder under him.

She shook her head, no.

Slater cocked his head to the side. He wasn't about to let her have her way. She was too fucking perfect to be hiding. Taking her aroused nipple between his fingers, he pinched hard. Her eyes flew open to meet his angered one. "What the f-"

Once again she was cut off, "just try and deny me." He rolled the areola firmly, causing her to squirm as liquid heat oozed from her core. He gave her one last demanding look, before diving down and taking her right nipple between his teeth. Red hot need fired her system. Instinctively her arms rose to clamp around his head and neck. Kisa brought her knees up to fasten him to her body. She arched her back and practically offered herself up for his taking.

He wasn't about to reject her offering, only a complete and utter asshat would. Sucking and nipping the skin he rolled his hips against her. She was so fucking soft under him, he had to get it in. Stimulating her breasts, Slater jerkily moved his hand between them. He reached down for his zipper, releasing his raging cock with a breath of relief. Then he worked on parting her shorts. Fumbling with her zipper. He felt like a fucking teenager, he couldn't control his lust

Kisa lost all train of thought, unable to think or process anything all she could do was selfishly enjoy everything he was willing to give. Dammit, she felt like a fucking bitch in heat. All she wanted was to feel him into the hilt, snug between her thighs. Moaning she rolled back against him. Her eyes once more closed, but Slater was too far gone to even realise.

He was so close. The beast in him broke through to the surface, he grunted incoherent praises. Succeeding with her denims, Slater took his cock and pulled it free of his boxer, he could practically feel her wet core. Releasing her nipple with a noisy pop, he planted his free hand above her head and positioned his member at her entrance. Slater began to push in, roughly.

Kisa groaned as their bodies connected. He was so big, spreading her in the most painfully pleasing manner. "Fuck!" her eyes broke open. Instantly she began scrambling back on the bed and attempted to remove his tip from her opening.

"Stop. Fucking. Moving." He growled out, holding her in place under a strong grip. His glare rose to hers, he wasn't in his right mind. Slater needed to bury himself deep inside her, he'd have to be dying before he even thought about anything else.

Panicked, Kisa continued to fight under him. He showed no mercy, "condom." She rasped out. "Put on a fucking condom!" he stopped pushing into her but remained unresponsive to her shouts. Covering her face with her hands, she muttered out, "please Slater."

The sound of her broken voice forced the animal in him down. "Shit." Slater couldn't believe he'd been that fucking careless. Normally condoms where the first thing he attained before getting anywhere close to a naked woman. But with her, he'd completely lost it. Pulling what little he had in her, out, Slater rolled off her.

Kisa was quick in grabbing the sheets and covering her body. 'Slater..." She paused, she had no idea what to say.

He'd used the last of his condoms on a leggy brunette a few weeks ago, "fuck." Slater was on his feet in a split second. He was beyond pissed with himself, with her, with the fucking absence of a condom but most of all with her need for one. Surely he'd lost the plot, what had possessed him to want unprotected sex. Furiously, pulling his zip up, the brute strode to the door. He slammed his exit.

Dropping back on the bed, Kisa relaxed. She must be crazy, jumping into sex like that. But hell, she still wished he'd come back and pound into her. Groaning, she lowered her hand under the sheets and fixed her clothing.

Leaning against the wall beside his front door, Slater readjusted the bulge in his jeans. He didn't have the patience to deal with Clint and Nolan. Once he was sure his arousal was hidden, the brute barrelled into the garage with several mutter curses.

Gunner raised his eyebrow, he pursed his lips before ducking back under a hood. Slater wished his other two mates were just as conscious of privacy, unfortunately, they weren't. Nolan and Clint were on him like white on rice. "What the fuck, man! Who's the hotty?" Clint questioned. He would rather them mock his erection than show interest in Kisa.

"She's off limits." Slater snapped, grabbing an engine part. He hadn't even gotten a chance to taste that sweet ass, fuck Clint. The bastard could hit up a bar, he'd murder the fucker if he so much as touched her soft skin.

Nolan chuckled, "boss man's already claimed that ass."

"You can bet your next fucking paycheck, I have." Slater threatened.

The two idiots held their hands up in a peace offering, they weren't foolish enough to take on the beast. He'd most probably pummel them before they even took a swing.

Slater crouched down, before laying on a roller and sliding under a sleek black Chevy. He refused to have Kisa walking around in practically nothing, those hot little shorts she wore were definitely going to have to go... at least in the company of others. In the privacy of his home and under his steady gaze, well that would be a different story, entirely.

Kisa paced around the room, her nerves were on edge and she was without a doubt sexually frustrated. Her hands itched to release some of the tension, but she refused to give into her desires, especially when she prided herself on control. She needed a distraction, and pronto at that. Looking around, she finally zeroed in on the kitchen. Cooking.

She'd always relieved her stress through food, maybe sexual urges would work in the same manner. Opening the cupboards and pantry, Kisa frowned annoyed with the lack of food in Slater's house. Before she could move from her bent position at the fridge, the front door slammed open. Startled, she spins to find a shit-eating-grinning Clint, hot on his heels came Slater.

Grabbing Clint by the collar, Slater dragged the younger man out of the house. Leaving him on the doorstep he made his way back inside and closed the panel on Clint's face with his own shit-eating grin. Turning he glared down at Kisa. "There's nothing left to cook..." She mumbled awkwardly.

"Come," swiping his keys and wallet off the counter, Slater directed her out via the back door, his mind set on buying her some clothes. Big, unattractive clothes. Clint the cocky fucker was really testing his patience, to think he had the audacity to prance past him in hopes of wooing the little woman in his home. Slater had whacked the side of his head moving out from under the car, just to keep up with the speedy flirt.

They rounded the house and came to a stop in front of a faded Jeep. "Where are we going?" Kisa questioned in a rush, trying to keep up with the man.

"To buy you some clothes." He grunted back, helping her into the vehicle.

Moving around to the other side, she watched as he hopped in. "Slater, I don't have money."

"I'm going to buy you the damn clothes, Kisa." He reversed out, throwing Clint and Nolan an annoyed glare along the way. The drive into town was accomplished within minutes, parking outside a large shopping centre, Slater killed the engine. He turned to face her. During the ride, she'd complained nonstop about him paying. "Look, you can pay me back if that makes you feel better, but kitten you'd best believe we aren't going home until you have something that covers your gorgeous fucking legs!" The words were hard and sharp.

Kisa instantly bites her tongue and slowly moved out of the Jeep with Slater. Walking to his side, she allowed him to palm the small of her back and lead her into the large building. He didn't seem to notice the countless stares being directed at them, but she did. Shuffling closer to him, she pressed against his side. Slater gave her a confused look, but did little in terms of pushing her way, in fact, he did the opposite. Pulling her close he stopped in front of a department store. Handing her his card he crossed his arms and waited for her to enter.

She shook her head, "no." She held the card back out to him.

"Get your ass in there, before I do it for you." He demanded. She once again shook her head, not prepared to take the man's card. Wrapping a firm arm around Kisa's waist, Slater dragged her into the store. He began to shift through the items of clothing, picking ones he felt would keep others eyes off her.

Several minutes later, Kisa found herself in a changing room with a pile of clothes on the seat beside her. "Slater, I really don't need all of this!" She panicked, just looking down at the material that seemed to mountain up.

"Fuck, Kisa. Try the damn clothes on." Slater's voice came through the curtain in a rough whisper. He wasn't too comfortable with all the attention he was gaining from the women surrounding him.

She pouted, annoyed. "No."

Without warning, Slater draws back the curtain, he steps up behind her and allows the material to drop back behind him. "What was that?" His hands clamped around her hips.

"Can we just go home?" She pleaded, meeting his eyes through the mirror. She clenched her thighs together, his touch alone had her dripping wet and ready for him. Slater shook his head, no. "Please Slater, I don't need this."

Groaning, Slater dropped his head to the crook of her neck, the possessive part of him craved to hear her describe his home as hers once more, another part was ready to ram into her. The latter won. He released a deep breath and grabbed her hands, placing them palm up on the mirror in front of them he began to unzip her shorts, "I guess I'll just strip you down myself..." His voice took a husky tone, one that promised sex.