But what I needed the most was for my fingers to quit shaking. The pain on my face I could deal with, but that hard printed memory of the gun on my forehead was semi-permanent by then.
Slim and Blake left about an hour after the incident with plans on going home. Dex had decided to close down shop for the time being. Not that I could blame him though I felt even worse that they needed to reschedule appointments because of my mess. I didn’t want to have a repeat of that afternoon anytime soon.
Or ever.
I hadn't even woken up from my nap until Dex had carried me halfway out of Mayhem. He’d brought the familiar big truck around and carried me into the passenger seat, going as far as to buckle me in. Later on, I could worry about where he'd left his bike, and remember to thank Luther for loaning out his truck again. Riding on the back of his Dyna hadn't exactly sounded like an appealing idea in that moment. No sooner had he slipped into the driver seat than he was fishing my hand off my lap and pulling it onto his, linking our fingers together.
He opened the passenger door once we parked outside out of his house. Big hands undid the seatbelt before pulling me into his broad build.
"I can walk, Dex," I told him, pressing my forehead to his shoulder.
He made a noise in his throat. "Give me this, Ritz," he said hoarsely before I was up in his arms with my head nestled right into his neck as we went inside.
He didn’t stop in the living room or in the kitchen. Dex didn’t drop me off at the bathroom to get cleaned up. Instead, he weaved our way into the master bedroom, setting me down on my feet as he toed off his boots and I did the same to my own shoes.
He was wordless, unsteady. His hands reached for the hem of my blouse, slowly tugging it upward until it was thrown into a corner. Dex's breathing got heavier as he paused, hands at his sides.
In a bold move, I did the same with his shirt, watching his eyes closely. "What's wrong?" I whispered.
"Nothin'." He shook his head, those blue eyes screwed shut. "Just...goddamn it, Ritz!" He slammed the palms of his hands against the wall on the sides of me. Those thick, muscled arms bunched and strained with an emotion I doubted that he completely understood. "Fuck," he choked out, dipping his forehead to mine. "You have no clue...no clue..."
He was right. I didn't have any idea what he was thinking, what was turning a knife into his spine; but if it was fear, anger, disappointment, or one of a million other emotions, they were all rooted back to me. And it was only me that could help him.
I glanced down at the column of his throat, at the tip of Uriel's red tentacle following the curve down to the multicolored body circling the ring through Dex's nipple. Hard abs and a trail of dark hair disappeared into the band of his underwear, which then melted into his jeans.
My hands shook as they planted themselves on his ribs, on Uriel, and slid down all that soft skin, rippled muscles and obliques, before pausing at the button of his jeans. I plucked at it like an old pro, my heart beating a quick nervous beat. I tagged the zipper, and slipped my fingers into the band of his underwear. Down, down, down they went. Everything. Jeans and boxers went over hard thighs. I dropped to my knees and kissed the Widowmakers tattoo inked on his thigh, ignoring the long bobbing muscle aimed right at me.
I could do this. I could do it.
The moment he kicked his clothes to the side, I tipped my face up to kiss the diagonal line of muscle over his hip after helping him take off his thick socks. The tiny round studs at the base of his pink cock were right there, right next to my face, as the sleek muscle pointed straight at the wall.
"Babe," Dex hissed.
My shaky hand wrapped around his meaty shaft, squeezing the hard length. I watched his face as I licked a circle around the broad tip of his crown just like he’d shown me days before. He tasted salty, musky, and so, so good. The groan that tore out of his throat when I wrapped my lips around the thick head was like an aphrodisiac, reaching right between my legs.
God, he was thick. My hand could barely wrap around him completely as I licked a circle in the deep ridge between his head and shaft. Over and over, I dragged my tongue into the crevice, letting the low sounds coming from Dex's throat fuel me.
His hand slipped around the back of my head, holding me in place. Those blue eyes were hard and heavy above a tight mouth. "Wrap your mouth...oh...oh...fuck, just...ah...just like that...suck it...suck...mother fuck..."
He only gave me the chance to suck the pink tip with all the pressure my lips could vacuum twice before he jerked out of my mouth abruptly and pulled me to stand.
"Baby," he murmured, slanting his mouth over mine immediately afterward.
The kiss was emotion and ownership all wrapped into one. His tongue was raspy and warm. I was so involved in his lips and the heat of his hands on the middle of my back, I barely noticed when he undid my bra, or when his thumbs flicked at the button of my pants and shoved my underwear down to my knees. His bare feet brushed my legs as he helped me get my bottoms completely off.
He didn't stop for a second while pulling my bra off my arms, and I didn’t let myself stew on the monumental steps we were taking. He didn't hesitate when his fingertips found the peaks of my breasts, circling his thumbs until they pebbled. Dex's groin pressed against my stomach, a thick pipe of warmth that wrote erotic dreams into my skin.
"Need you," he panted against my mouth. Not this. He didn’t need this, he needed me. And that’s what made a world of difference.
This was it.
This was it.
I raised my leg without any suggestion, hooking it over his hip in a move that made me feel incredibly vulnerable. What if this didn’t live up to his expectations?
The worry was forgotten a second later when Dex grabbed the back of my thigh in a firm hold. With his other hand, he slid it from my breast down, down, down until he slipped those long, artistic fingers over my slit. Fingertips dipped between my damp lips, stroking the tiny little button hidden between them.
I cried out.
The cry spurred those miraculous fingertips to move from my clit until they were sinking inside me, slowly. Two thick fingers stretched the tight tissues, earning a stifled breath from Dex.
"Shit, Ritz," he hissed.
He pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing back in. Dex thrust in and out, over and over again, scissoring then plunging until I was soaking wet, until his hand was drenched with my excitement, my lips spread tight around his digits
“Never wanted anything the way I want you,” he groaned into my skin. “Feels like I’m gonna die if I don’t have your hot little pussy wrapped around my cock, baby.”
Then, he stopped. Just like that, he stopped. Dex pulled his fingers out slowly, trailing over to the back of my thigh. He hoisted me up to brace my back to the wall. Dex’s grip flexed over my ass as he brought his pelvis against mine. The long column of his erection rest between my slit.
God, he was so warm, and his muscles were so firm...
Dex edged his hand from my ass up my spine as he laid a soft kiss on my shoulder. He rolled his hips so that the tip of his cock nudged up my stomach, all hard and hot and insistent. The breath that fanned my neck was choppy.
"Honey." He ground his pelvis into me, the smooth globes of his balls brushed my cleft. "I can't—"
I kissed him to cut him off. My arms wound their way around Dex's neck, fusing our mouths together. "Dex."
He pulled away only to bite my chin, his breathing so heavy I worried that he'd pass out, or in his case, spontaneously combust from whatever dozens of emotions were hammering through his system. "Please. I need—"