Bouncer by Kim Jones Page 0,7

for her.

“Are you a Daddy Dom?”

It takes me a moment to decide how to answer. “Why do you ask that?”

She shrugs. “I know a guy who is a Dominant. You act like him, except…sweeter. Figured maybe that was why.”

My blood simmers at the idea of her with another Dominant. Especially one who wasn’t nice to her. He could be the reason for her night terrors. But I won’t ask. She’s already said she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Let’s not put labels on you, me or this. You asked me not to leave. I want to stay. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you want to stay with me? It’s clear I’m a mess.”

Because I don’t know you.

Which means I can’t judge you.

Or pick apart your flaws.

Or find something—anything to make me feel better about the piece of shit I am.

“Because I’d be a fool to turn down an opportunity to spend a night with a beautiful woman in my bed.”

My answer sounds like something a normal gentleman would say. I’m a gentleman through and through. I’m just not normal.

If it wasn’t for the feel of her warm breath blowing over my nipple, I might’ve missed the almost silent, “Bullshit,” she whispers.

I grab her chin and tip her head up. I might not be able to make out her face or her mine, but the effect will still be there. “Care to repeat that, sweetheart?” My voice is firm. Daring her to lie.

Her hips rock against me and the sweetest little breathy moan escapes her followed by a hoarse, “No sir.” Her words have the same effect on my cock as her naked body.

I press my lips to hers. When she rocks her hips again, I deepen the kiss. My fingers release her chin and I slide my hand down her throat, holding her in place as I claim her mouth. She kicks me with the heel of her foot. I give her my leg and she shamelessly grinds her pussy over my knee.

Son of a bitch.

I want to spank her raw. Until it hurts. Until she’s crying for mercy. Spread her open and lick her from ass to clit until she comes on my face. Then flip her over and fuck her through the goddamn mattress until she’s crying because it feels so motherfucking good.

Instead I apply a little pressure to her throat. Kiss her a little harder. Grab a handful of her ass and squeeze a little tighter. All while she drags her hot cunt back and forth over my knee until she’s screaming in my mouth.

Her body shakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I bring her down slowly by easing up on her throat and softening my kiss. She melts into me as exhaustion takes over. I kiss the corners of her mouth and brush the hair from her face. “Sleep, baby.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

She’s quiet for so long I’m sure she’s fallen asleep. I’m surprised when she speaks. “I’m scared…of the dreams.”

I get it.

There’s nothing more terrifying than the fear of your own mind. Without a sense of safety and security, you can’t control that fear. She might not feel safe all the time, but she is safe tonight. Because tonight, she has me.

I turn on my side and wrap her in my arms. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You let me worry about those monsters.”

But I’m not worried.

Because I’m the biggest monster of all.

Four

APPLE

My head is killing me.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I roll to my back and yawn. This room is way too dark. This bed is way too comfy. And my pillow smells like…man.

I bolt upright and squint into the darkness. The blacked-out windows are great if you’re waking up with a hangover. Not so much if you’re hoping to catch sight of the man whose knee you fucked last night.

So, you can avoid him.

For forever.

I groan and scrub my hand down my face. The noise from the bathroom reminds me that I’m not alone. Heat floods my cheeks and my heart hammers against my chest at the idea of facing him. I scramble from the bed, my legs twisted in the sheets, forcing me off the mattress headfirst, face-planting the floor below with a smack. I stifle a groan.

I hastily look through the pile of clothes I’ve gathered from the floor.

Joggers?

Check.

Sweatshirt?

Check.

Gloves?

Fuck!

Where is the other one?

Just as I feel the edge of a latex finger and pull it from underneath the bed, I hear the shower cut off behind the bathroom door.

I stop