Chapter 5 5

5.

he groaned and with a laboured breath, Slater trailed his hand from her unzipped shorts up to her slender neck. Strengthening his grip, the man pressed his erection into her lower back. Another hand spread out across her abdomen under her shirt, she felt her heart kick start. Leaning back into his touch, Kisa released a soft moan, one that sent him spiralling.

"I don't want it to get complicated, Slater," Kisa mumbled, her words came out in a husky tone.

The warmth in her stomach moved down to her crouch. Slater cupped her feminine mound,"it won't." He promised.

She shook her head, "No, we can't." Breaking out free of the spell he'd cast over her, Kisa spun to face him, her back pressed against the cool glass of the mirror behind her.

Slater could see the resolution in her eyes. glared her down, before slipping out of the change room to readjust his manhood. Looking down at the tent, he frowned. The large man rested his form against the wall of the small cubicle and waited for his little minx to exit. She did so a couple minutes later, eraze did not meet his. She was far too nervous.

Before Issa could walk past him, Slater wrapped his arm around her waist and rew her against his front, "take responsibility." He demanded. She opened her mouth to question his actions, then she felt it. Throating the words that were about to be unleashed, she gave one curt nod. "Good girl," he muttered, leading them to the front desk.

With one brawny arm, he keek her smaller curvaceous form against him, the other pulled at the clothes that were in her crossed arms and handed them to the sales lady.the saleswoman watched the couple with a raised eyebrow, she'd never seen their local mechanic with a woman, let alone in her shop. Packaging the clothes, she handed the bag back to Slater.

Nudging Kisa, Slater directed them out of the store. He led them to another, this time picking out what he felt was more appropriate for her to wear when it was only just she two of them. Holding back a wicked smirk, he picked up a pair of smal short, smaller tha she ones she currently wore. Kisa shook her head at him, firmly taking the tem from his hands and placing it back on the rack. "Enough, Slater." She crossed her arms.his eyes narrowed on her plump breasts.

"Yes, ma'am," he took her hand and led her out of the store, but not before buying two pairs of those damn shorts.

Finally, Kisa put her foot down. "This is too much." She looked down at the bags in Slater's hands, pointedly. He shrugged, giving in.

"Fine," he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "just one more stop."

She ground her molars together, "Sla-"

"For me." He cut her warning off. washed over her, glad that they'd finished shopping for her, she had been mentally adding up how much she owed him and she numbers just kept rising.

Slater led them to a convenience store, swiftly walking through the isles until he found the one he was looking for. Kisa hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings, but when rows upon rows of contraception winked down at her she had the decency to duck her head. She couldn't believe how quick the man was in plucking two boxes of condoms, she wasn't complaining either.

Slater paid for the boxes, before tugging her back to his side for the seventh time since they'd entered the store. He couldn't help but find her embarrassment attractive, she didn't realise just how much her inexperience played with his hormones and mind. Keeping her close, he finally directed them back to his truck.

Dropping the bags in the back, he helped her up into the passenger seat before rounding the vehicle and slipping in himself. Kicking the machine into gear, Slater pulled out of the parking space and began driving back home.

Kisa kept her body against the door, allowing her eyes to take in the scenery as they drove. She wanted to remember everything they passed. Her eyelids shuttered and before she knew it she'd drifted off into a deep slumber.

Slater parked the truck around the side of his store, looking down to his left he felt his jaw drop. The damn woman was too fucking tempting, the shirt she wore had dipped and revealed a good portion of her luscious chest. Shaking his head of the sexual thoughts, the brute opened his door and step down onto the dirt driveway. First, he grabbed her bags from the back and took them inside, before returning to her side.

Pulling the door open, Slater reached in and lifted her sleeping body. She instinctively clung onto his body, snuggling into the side of his neck. The man walked around the back of his store and shouldered the front door to his house. He laid her down gently on the large bed. Hesitantly he pulled her shorts, slowly removing them from her body.

Straining, Slater made sure she was comfortable before he left her in nothing but his shirt and her panties.

He walked into the garage and found the men finishing up for the day. Clint smirked at Slater, "where'd you go?"

"Fuck off," Slater muttered. Gunner released a soundless sigh, he grabbed Clint by the collar and glared down at Nolan. Simultaneously, the men left Slater. Running his hand through his hair, Slater leant against one of the dismantled cars, closing his eyes he let out a frustrated moan. The fucking food. He remembered Kisa muttering something about there being nothing left to cook. Shaking his head at his own stupidity, the mechanic swiped up his keys and headed back for his ride.

He had a one track mind, the second Clint and Nolan had shown interest in his little Kisa, he'd lost all train of thought. His only goal was to make her as unattractive as possible, he realised now how stupid that thought was, the bloody woman was a seductress after all. Pulling away from his house, he headed back into town.

The sound of thunder woke Kisa, grumbling she tossed and turned. Her eyes cracked open and she found herself blinking up into the darkroom, instantly panic raced through her veins, she sat up quickly causing her head to spin. Looking around, she regained her breath, she wasn't back there... back with that man.

Swinging her legs around the side of the bed, she stood up and quickly made her way to the semi-opened windows and doors. She had no idea where Slater had gone, but the cold air drifting in nipped at her skin. Tugging the window closed, she pulled both of the wooden doors closed and flicked on the lights. A soft light cast over the room, she smiled softly and headed for the bathroom.

Drying her damp hands, Kisa returned to the main living space. She worried her bottom lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the silence. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way to the front door, unaware of her attire. All she wanted was to find Slater.

Slater groaned as the wind whipped at him, he kicked the door of his truck shut and tightened his grip on the plastic bags in his hands. Ducking under the porch, he stepped up to the front door and grabbed the door handle. Before he could pull it open, it swung back. Immediately he dropped the bags and took Kisa's shoulders, "what's wrong?" The look of panic sent waves of anger through Slater, he wanted her safe. Always safe.

Without warning, the small woman wrapped her arms around his waist and clutched onto his back. She shook her head, taking in his scent and committed it to memory. Since when had this stranger become so comforting, Kisa didn't have an answer to that. She simply closed her eyes and allowed the sense of security to wash over her. Then he repeated his prior question, drawing back she looked up to find him staring down at her, "nothing," her words weren't as convincing as she hoped.

"You're freezing," he commented, running his hands up and down her arms.

Only then did Kisa look down to find herself shivering, stepping back inside the house she released Slater. He gave her a look before bending to pick up the bags and step into the home. Pushing the door shut, he placed the bags of groceries on the counter and made his way to the fireplace while she shifted through some of the clothes they'd bought her until she found some sweats and a jumper. Pulling on the items she returned to the kitchen.

Slater began to unpack the bags while watching her with a raised eyebrow. He'd get her to talk, that was guaranteed, then he'd strip her butt ass naked and slip into her sweet heat. Together they put away the food before Kisa turned to push him onto one of the stools, "I'll cook."

Personally, Slater was happy with a beer and grilled cheese sandwiches, but who was he to deny her. Leaning back he kept his gaze on her as she moved around his kitchen, almost like she belonged there.

Feeling his eyes bore into her back, Kisa opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, she opened the bottle and placed it down on the counter in front of the brute. "Cheers," he took the bottle from her small hand, making sure to stroke the underside of her wrist in the process. Kisa nodded with a hard swallow, she then returned to the vegetables she was dicing.

It didn't take long for her to whip up a quick stir-fry. The delicious scent invaded Slater's nostrils and he couldn't help but stand from his seat and move behind her. Crowding her space, he dropped his head on her shoulder and gripped the counter either side of her, "it's almost done," she spoke in a rush.

"Smells good, kitten." His breath fanned the side of her neck.

Slater kept within a close distance of Kisa, constantly touching her here and there until she'd finished cooking and began plating up. She took the bowls to the living room and placed them on his coffee table, he followed behind her naturally. Dropping down on the sofa Slater pulled Kisa down with him, she quickly crossed her legs and sat opposite him. Leaning forward, she handed him the bigger portion, together they ate.

Unable to control his curiosity, Slater began to question her. He wanted to know who she was, where she came from. He narrowed his eyes as she slyly avoided getting into any deep detail with her answers. He wondered just how long it'd take for her to open up to him. Returning his bowl to the table, Slater leant back and waited for her to finish. She did so in a rush.

Kisa stood and took her bowl to the kitchen, returning to take his.

Slater lifted his foot slightly, causing the small woman to trip. He wrapped his arms around her body as she fell into his chest. She immediately began pushing at him, but his hold was relentless. Slater had, had enough of this bullshit. "Stop trying to get away, kitten."

"I'm scared." Kisa muttered.

He tightened his grip, "of what?"

"Getting too involved." She replied. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Slater. I don't want this to become awkward." She continued.

He nodded. Clearly, the woman was out of her mind. Not sleep with him...? Yeah, right. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, he could see it in those dark eyes. So he decided he'd break down all her barriers, one orgasm at a time. "Okay, kitten. But that doesn't mean we can't please each other in other ways..." He placed a tempting bargain on the table, one she wouldn't be able to refuse.