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Turning to look at him I shook my head. I wasn’t doing this right now. Not on no sleep and I hadn’t even finished my coffee. It wasn’t worth the fight to convince Gunner to stay behind. We both knew that. I also knew if we didn’t let him come with us he would just follow behind anyway. This way we would be able to talk about everything and not worry about anyone overhearing.
“Fine, but you’re in the backseat Gunner,” Rome caved, hitting the unlock button.
Not being given a choice, Gunner opened the back passenger door for me. Once I was inside he climbed in beside me forcing me to slide over to the other side. Of course, the fucker couldn’t just walk around to the other side. Lifting the coffee cup to my lips, I took another deep gulp closing my eyes to savor it before I let my head slump against the window. It was too early to deal with both their macho shit.
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“For the thousandth time, no one is touching my hair!” I grumble, letting my fist clench at my side. I was picky about my hair. No one but me, and the one hairdresser back in Rockport that I was trusted, was to ever touch it. I’d had too many bad experiences with people cutting and dying my hair incorrectly.
“You have to,” Alexandra demanded. She had surprised us by showing up at the little boutique in town where she had made an appointment for me to get a new wardrobe for the concert. I had plenty of clothes, but when I saw the ones here, I knew that I wouldn’t mind letting the label pay for a couple of new outfits. They were cute after all.
“I said no, Alexandra,” I answered more forcefully. There was no budging happening on this subject. My teal hair was exactly the way I wanted it.
“We just want to give you a little edgier of a look and darken your hair; it will take an hour tops,” she continued to push.
I was seconds away from snapping at her. Something about the woman already bothered me as it was. The fact that she refused to take no for an answer was really starting to grate on my nerves. If someone says no, they mean no. It doesn’t mean continuing to bully them until they cave, giving you the answer you wanted. I wasn’t built that way.
“She said no, Alexandra,” Gunner stepped before me and growled. “Stop beating a dead horse. Sky is perfect the way she is, and no one is changing her if she doesn’t want to. I suggest you stop pushing before I do something no one is going to like.”
I don’t know if it was the deadly tone in his voice or the way he was being protective standing in front of me blocking me from view but my panties were already getting soaked.Great, I mentally rolled my eyes. The last thing I needed was to start falling back in love with one of my exes. Not that I ever stopped loving any of them but they don’t need to know that.
“You’re not even supposed to be here, Gunner,” she huffed. “She doesn’t need another bodyguard when hers is standing right over there,” Alexandra waved her hand toward the front door where Rome was standing guard. He wasn’t letting anyone in the store while we were here. If someone opened the door, he’d advise them not so nicely that the place was closed and to return later. I didn’t think it was necessary but I knew better than to push the subject.
“I suggest you leave,” Gunner demanded, taking a step toward her. “You aren’t needed for Sky to pick out clothes. Go back to the hotel and get everything set up for the press conference later. We won’t be late.”
“This conversation isn’t over, Sky,” she huffed before turning her back on us.
No one said a word as we all watched her walk out. I didn’t think it was possible but the front door of the store slammed shut with her exit. Rome must have thought he was being slick but I caught him flipping the lock on the door. Later I’d remember to tell him thank you for that.
“Go try on the clothes in the dressing room, Skylar,” Gunner demanded, his deep voice having a little growl to it. I wanted to ignore him and wander around the store just because he was telling me what to do, but I didn’t. I had already wandered around picking out some clothes to try on when we arrived. When Alexandra had made her surprise appearance the young girl who was helping us retrieved the clothes from my hands with a whisper of putting them into the fitting room for me.
My only answer was to roll my eyes making sure he saw it before I turned my back on him and headed to the back of the boutique where the fitting room was. When I got there I gasped. The fitting room as they called it was the size of a walk-in closet. There are mirrors all around the room so you can see every angle of yourself. If you didn’t have self-confidence issues I’m sure it was great. Personally, I wanted to hide from all the mirrors. By society's standards, my body type was what men craved and other women wanted. I just preferred to hide it and not draw attention to myself. Call it self-preservation or whatever you want but my past left me very cautious.
Doing my best to ignore the mirrors I began trying on all the clothes I had selected. There was a variety of ripped jeans and t-shirts with a couple of cute baggy tank tops mixed in. My favorite thing I had grabbed to try on was this cute light blue jean jacket. The sleeves were a gray knit similar to a sweater. It wasn’t edgy by a long shot but it still was too cute to pass up even if I needed to spend my own money to buy it.
I was in between outfits when I saw the curtain for the dressing room slide open in one of the mirrors. Gasping, I grabbed some clothes trying to cover myself but it was useless, too many damn mirrors.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I snarl, turning to face the intruder. Gunner stood before me, his eyes filled with fire. He looked like he wanted to devour me and I wasn’t so sure I could deny him when he looked as he did.
“Came to see what was taking you so long,” he grunted, eyes roaming my body. Despite the shirt I held against my chest to hide my body, I still felt completely exposed to him. “Damn, your body has barely changed in all these years. Demon Queen, you are still sexy as sin. I love the extra muscle you have now, so toned,” his voice is musky with his arousal.
I couldn’t help it when my eyes dropped down to see the bulge in his jeans. I still remember, my body still remembers exactly how he feels. Unconsciously, I rub my thighs together. The second I realize it, I stop but it’s too late. He saw the movement. Waiting on a bated breath, I watch him stalk toward me, one step at a time. It's overwhelming. The feeling of being stalked and wanting to run while also being frozen to the spot, knowing how good it’ll feel if he would just touch me and release some of the pressure I’d been feeling.
Since I left them, I’ve tried to have other partners but no one could compare. Another male’s touch repulsed me. The only way I managed to let someone touch me was if they fucked me from behind. No kissing, no cuddling, just a quick fast fuck to help the itch. The past year it’s gotten to the point where I just gave up going to a male for comfort. My vibrators became my best friend and were used more than I cared to admit.
Gunner ripped the t-shirt covering my chest out of my hands, flinging it somewhere off to the side of us. He placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me in against the wall. Leaning in close, his lips almost touched mine, before he tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips against my ear. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear before he bit my ear lobe.
A moan almost slipped from my lips, but I swallowed it before it could. His right hand lowered from the wall as he used his massive side to keep me in place. He ran his hand down my bare side, slipping his fingers under the hem of my thong line. The teasing of his touch made my news give out. If his body wasn’t so close to me I would have slid down the wall.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear. “All you need to do is say the word and I’ll walk away. Or is your cunt just that desperate to be touched?” His hand spreads my legs wider for him to reach between them. “Has no one given you what you want?”
Unintentionally I shake my head no in answer. I didn’t want to tell him, to admit that no one can touch me the way they could. Giving him that sort of power over me would only bring me to my knees later when I ultimately walked away again. However, I was starting to think it wouldn’t be all that terrible for me to give in just this one time, and let my body have what it’s craving.
“Don’t worry my Demon Queen. I’ll take care of you.” His first finger and then the next slip between my soaked folds as his thumb brushes over my clit. This time I let the moan I held before out, unable to hold it back. Picking up his pace, scissoring his fingers, he hits that perfect spot that I love so much. I’m putty in his hands, letting him play me the way he wants. Already my orgasm is rushing to the surface.
“Gunner,” I moan, pressing my breasts into his chest.
“I know, Baby, I know,” he kisses and bites my neck. “Just a little bit longer.”
