Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Five - Alright.

"Lock the door." 

Her hooded eyes are committing every sin in the book, the way she's lookin' up at me, I can hardly fucking stand it. The words fall off of her sexy lips and make my dick twitch at the sound. I hesitate for a split second but her perfectly round upper lip pulls the bottom one between her teeth as her wild, wide eyes look up at me expectantly. 

Fuck it, I'll take the inevitable bullet Ray's gonna put between my eyes after this. I push off the mattress and head to the front door to flick the deadbolt. My hand goes to the back of my shirt, pulling the fabric over my head swiftly, leaving it forgotten in a heap on the floor. My strides swallow the distance between us quickly, my hands moving to unbuckle my belt as I do. 

She stands from my bed and I reach my arms out to drag her little body to mine as soon as I reach her. One of my hands snakes its way into the hair at the nape of her neck to hold her against me. I crash my lips to hers with a hunger that I hope she can feel. I punish her with my mouth for being naive enough to lock herself in a cage with her worst nightmare, and when my tongue slips into her mouth without protest, I tighten my fist in her hair and tilt her head back to grant myself the access to her that I'm greedy for.

She's a puddle in my hands, melting by the second. I'm nowhere near ready to lay her down on the pile of clothes she's strewn all over my bed but the way she's leaning into me is proving that she isn't as immune to our chemistry as she's let on. She can feel everything that I do, the way that I do. I can feel any control I have left quickly draining from my body, so I pull away and wait for her dark green eyes to drag me back to earth before I do something to scare her off. There's a voice in the back of my head telling me that this is all just a dream, a mirage that I've created out of delusion. But her swollen lips are slightly parted as she tries to catch her breath and fuck, if that's not all I need to remind me that I don't give a rat's ass if this is real or not. I just need her.

Her cheeks are pink and I can't help myself from releasing her hair and sliding my hand around her throat until my tattooed thumb is pressed against that sweet little lip she likes to chew on so much. I pull it down and watch it bounce back as I let it go. 

I can't put my finger on why this woman is so different from the rest, but holy fuck the way she continues to surprise me will have me following her like a sad puppy for the rest of my damn days. Her brown eyelashes flutter and my stare must worry her because her face falters in my hold. "If we do this, you're mine. There will be no more shitty deli attic apartment, no more stalking you at dance rehearsals, or breaking into your place to dig through your shit. Your place will be here, with me. I'll be your man, who supports you at practice, drives you wherever you need to go, and ravages you whenever the fuck you need it." I give her a beat to soak in the reality of what I'm saying to her. "I'm begging, baby. Let me be obsessed with you," her eyes search my face. I'm a desperate man and I made peace with that during the long hours I spent watching her from a distance. I dreamt of this moment, one hand around her neck, the other planted firmly above her ass, effectively locking her tightly to me until I say otherwise. I know I'm a wicked bastard but god damnit, having her in my hands is doing evil things to my mind right now. 

She shivers at my brash request and I can only imagine how wet her panties must be for me right now. I can't lose my self-control and ruin this moment for us, I know that trust is the most important thing in a relationship and I'm not willing to sacrifice that for a moment of animalistic satisfaction. At least, that's the mantra my therapist had me recite to myself in the mirror. That shit didn't stick very well.

My fingers spear into her hair and fist as I slowly tilt her head back to look up at me, fully. Her lips part again at the change of angle and I hold back a groan. "Dorothy,"  

"Yes?" She breathes out.

Begging doesn't seem to be working but I've made this much ground with her in less than a day and I'm not willing to lose it now. I decide to do what I've been doing since the moment I laid eyes on her: take.

"You're my fuckin' woman. Mine."

The distant sound of fists hammering at the front door catch my attention but I keep my eyes locked to hers and loosen the grip my fingers have on her hair. She must not hear them, though, because she doesn't break eye contact as her head slowly nods. 

"Alright." She says simply before letting her gaze fall behind me. She tries to gently take steps away from me, but I hold her hip as she leads me down the hallway to my front door. She doesn't waste any time before flipping the deadbolt and turning the knob. My arms snake around her, pulling her away from the entryway as the door flies open and the rage machine floods in.

Ray, per usual, leading the rescue team. "MAXWELL!" I can feel my girl flinch in my arms as he cusses me out. I won't be having any of that, especially from these guys who're stroking themselves up on their high horses.

Lee moves around the far side of the living room, trying not to provoke me or, worse, spook her more than she already is. I shoot him a death glare, a feeble attempt to get him to back off, but he continues to creep around the wall until he's at the end of the hallway. 

"Hey, Dorothy. You good?" Lee questions.

Ray follows Lee's softer approach, finally shutting the fuck up from where he stands behind the couch. I feel her straighten in my arms, her back pressed against my front, she takes a deep breath, "Yeah, sorry I scared you guys." She shrugs her shoulders casually, like they weren't just carrying torches and pitchforks. "Not you, Doll. These two idiots scared us." Ray looks pointedly at Rome and me, if looks could kill they'd have two bodies on their hands right now. 

"Well, the door was locked because I locked it." Her words almost steal my breath but I hold it together somehow. I was not expecting her to admit to that, not that I mind. I'll take the blame for a million of her ideas as long as they involve her mouth on mine. She knew I'd get chewed out, putting it nicely. She also knows that my friends get my brain in a way that no one else has in my life. I can't always control my addictive impulses, but that doesn't mean they let my bullshit fly. 

Her words seem to have a similar effect on the others, though the shitheads aren't very good at hiding it. Antoine wears his usual stoic face, Rome's eyebrows are pushing his hairline back so far he may need plastic surgery, Ray leans to grab the couch with one hand, and Lee is watching me like a hawk. "You locked the door?" Ray repeats her statement as a question. She nods her head and looks around the room at the baffled men in front of her. 

"Why?" Antoine breaks his stony silence.

"I just wanted to talk to him." 

If she took one step to the side, they would all see the hard-on that she's been covering up since they came in. The hard-on that she caused.

What a good fucking girl.

"Did you?" Lee's gentle tone doesn't match the face he's wearing. He looks almost as mad as he had this morning just before he sent me through a table, clenched fists and all.

"Sort of, we didn't say much before you guys came to check on me." I can hear the smile in her voice, she's grateful that they cared enough to make sure she was okay. These guys have put up with a lot of the hell I've raised over the years, shit, they helped me raise a good chunk of it. But this, us, will take more convincing than usual. 

"Who said we're checkin' on you? You're the one who broke his nose last night." Antoine quips. That hits her right in the giggle-dick because she doubles over in laughter before turning to look up at me. "My bad." She manages through her giggles. I lift a shoulder and brush a loose hair behind her ear, "Looks better this way, anyway." 

"God, maybe they really are meant to be." Disgust laces Rome's tone but one look at the beamer he's flashing lets me know he's all jokes, as usual. "Let's go, aye? You ready for lunch, Dorothy?" Ray asks her and chuckles at how rapidly she nods her head. Before anybody moves I turn and take strides toward the bathroom at the end of the hall.

 "Gotta piss," I say over my shoulder as I walk my boner away from my woman.