The Bare Truth part 2

Chapter 12

The end table made a perfect arc as it sailed through the air before connecting with the wall with a bang. It shattered spectacularly, breaking into at least six separate pieces that tumbled to the floor. It left behind a significant dent in the wall. Plaster dust rained down on the broken scraps of wood.

Joe had not been happy to hear about her lunch date with Dorrian.

In a rage, he seized upon a chair and went to hurl that as well. There was a very tentative knock on the bedroom door.

"Sir?" the meek voice of one of the maids intoned from behind the door. "Is everything alright?"

"It's fine! Go away!" he shouted.

Sierra heard the maid's footsteps retreating. Joe proceeded to rip the upholstered chair in half and throw each piece to the ground. Fluffy bits of stuffing drifted around the room. Joe grabbed the hope chest sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Okay! Enough!" Sierra shouted at him.

She yanked the big trunk out of his hands and took a brief moment to marvel at how easily she could lift it.

"I know you're angry! Stop taking it out on the antiques!"

Joe collapsed into the remaining armchair in a huff, clutching the documents Dorrian had passed along.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH CAN'T JUST WALTZ IN HERE AND-"

"I know," Sierra said.

She knelt next to him and took his hand.

"IF HE THINKS HE CAN THREATEN YOU-"

"I know," Sierra said again.

She stoked his thigh lightly.

They sat that way for a long time; Joe breathing heavily, slowly regaining his calm, Sierra leaning her head on his leg, kissing him and stroking.

"I won't let him hurt you," he said quietly. "You, or any of my pack. It's my job to protect them..."

Joe put his head in his hands.

"How am I going to protect them?"

Sierra stood up. She took Joe's face in her hands and lifted it up to meet her eyes.

"You'll find a way," she told him. "We'll find a way. It's going to be alright. We're not letting this slimy bastard beat us."

She kissed him gently. Joe took her head in his hands and pulled her close, deepening the kiss. There was a hunger in him. An almost desperate quality in the way he kissed her. It felt like he didn't just want her, but needed her, a need so powerful it could swallow her up. Sierra allowed herself to be lost in that feeling.

Joe stood and enveloped her in his strong arms. He buried his finger in her hair, locking her in his embrace. Sierra fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She undid them slowly, one by one, letting her fingers trail across the muscles on his chest as she did so. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and reached for his belt buckle. Joe's lips moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed that smooth spot where her neck met her clavicle.

She had his pants off now, leaving him standing before her naked except for his black silk boxers, which clung to his muscular thighs. The boxers were pulled taunt by his throbbing erection.

Joe pulled her blouse over her head. He knelt and kissed a line down from her navel to the top of her skirt, and in one deft motion pulled that off as well. Her body ached for him. She moaned as he ran a finger lightly across her panties; just the barest graze along her clit. It was torture. She pushed her panties off and he repeated the motion, just the lightest touch, and she moaned again.

"Please," she panted, not able to articulate anything beyond that.

Joe smiled at her and obliged. He lowered his mouth and sucked on her clit as he slid two, practiced fingers inside her. She whimpered as those fingers stroked her g-spot.

Sierra pulled him up and steered him towards the bed, unhooking her bra as she did so and letting it drop to the floor. He stroked one thumb across her nipple and he continued to kiss her.

They fell onto the bed, tangled up in each other. Sierra hooked one leg around him and buried her hands in the hair on his chest. She pulled on it and he groaned appreciatively. There was fire smoldering in his eyes as he straddled her.

There was only the thin silk of those boxers between them now. They were thin enough that he pushed the tip of his cock into her, just an inch. One, agonizing little inch. The boxers were wet when he pulled them back out.

"Please," she begged him again, "Please, please, please."

He slid off the boxers, revealing his huge cock. He entered her ever so slowly. Sierra threw her head back as she felt him fill her up. She held his body close to hers as he thrust into her. He buried his hands in her hair again and kissed her desperately.

They lost themselves in each other. There was no more worry. No more Dorrian. There was only them, locked in this glorious moment together, building towards their fall.

Sierra held him tighter, her legs wrapped around him as she came, shaking. Joe whispered that he loved her and came a moment later. Sierra could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

They lay that way a long time, trying to catch their breath as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Joe stroked her hair.

"What are we going to do?" she asked him.

He kissed her and held her tighter, lost for an answer.