Chapter 6
Zarik knew he wasn't drunk. This little never had such an affect on him.
What he was, was drugged.
It wasn't the first time. Last year had been the same.
He'd thought an unopened bottle in his cabinet was safe. Guess it was opened after all. But he could have sworn it was sealed. Yet it had come out pretty easy.
Gloria had spiked one of his bottles of beer when they were grilling outside last year. Why she insisted on trying to get at him confused him. She had Lyle.
Granted, he was much better than his brother and could fully admit it. Unlike his brother, he always had a steady job with hunting. He helped people. He made their world a safer place.
Not to mention he was the better looking brother. Sometimes he wondered if Lyle even was their parents child.
Angela braced her hands on his shoulders and tried to push away from him. He kept his hold on her.
"Dingo..." She started.
He shifted his hold to turn the water off as he saw it starting to get high enough. "Yeah Angela?" He mumbled.
She looked slightly out of it.
"Your touch is burning me." She closed her eyes.
And her touch set him on fire all the time. Even the most innocent ones.
He shifted his hand up her back until it was spread over the back of her neck.
"Good." He pulled her down a little until he could kiss her.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt.
She angled her own head to kiss him more forcefully, taking him a little by surprise. He liked it. She didn't fight when he teased her lips open and tangled his tongue with hers.
When she finally pulled away from him she looked a little lusty.
"Don't fuck with me Dingo." She said softly.
He let a slow grin come out as he shifted himself to sit up more. His left hand came to squeeze her rear before resting on the back of her thigh. "But I really want to Angela."
She blinked before looking down at his collar. "I don't want to lose you." She whispered.
It took him a second to figure out what she meant, but he did. "Never. I've been waiting a long time for you." He said as he edged his fingers under the hem of her shirt.
She let him start pulling it off her as she reached to undo the buttons of his vest.
"Promise?" She asked as she slid it off his shoulders and onto the floor behind her.
He nodded, unable to take his eyes off her.
When had she gotten lace things?
He liked them, most definitely, and wanted to see more on her.
And off her.
Zarik worked the button to her jeans as she undid the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. Slowly, tortuously.
She shifted on her feet as he eased the tight material over her hips.
They really were just about painted on.
And he loved it.
His hands covered the outside of her legs as he pushed her jeans down.
"Zarik."
He looked up at the sound of his actual name coming from her.
He'd gotten so used to being called Dingo that hearing his family say his name so much had thrown him off a little.
"Hmm?" He braced himself as she stepped out of her jeans and put her knees on the side of the tub at his hips.
He let her push his shirt off and drop it behind her.
"The water is going to get cold." She mumbled as she leaned into him.
"Fuck it." He reached up to undo the clip on her bra. He took it off as she kissed him. She pulled away as he hooked his thumbs in the lacy edge of her panties. "Don't make me rip these." He growled.
He watched her shiver, but she did step away from him.
When she was far enough back, he tugged down, but she grabbed his wrists.
She moved farther back and he reached for his own pants.
He stood up and quickly undid the belt holding his pants up and his holster on.
Zarik urged her back just a little when he reached past her to put his gun on the counter.
Angela hadn't taken that lacy thing off yet.
Instead, she reached for the button on his jeans.
He groaned as she undid it.
Part of him wondered if he wasn't passed out drunk and dreaming this all up.
As she slowly, carefully unzipped his jeans, he decided it couldn't possibly be a dream. He was more creative than this.
He started to push his jeans off and she knelt on the floor.
The position was extremely arousing, but she wasn't even focusing on the fact that he was hard.
She was undoing his boots.
God she was good. He'd have likely tripped himself up forgetting about them.
He shoved his jeans down and kicked his boots off as she looked up at him.
That long blond hair fell in a curtain around her and he reached down to bring her back up.
She shimmied out of her panties and he scooped her up.
The room blurred for a moment at his quick actions, but he turned for the tub and felt the hot water as he lowered them both into it. She reached behind her head as he moved and pulled her hair up into a knot bun. It was cute.
Angela shifted to straddle his lap as he stretched out.
Damn this was nice.
He could really go for a good soak with a sexy woman.
He felt her lean forward and then her tongue touched his collarbone.
"Zarik?" Her voice was soft.
"Hmm?"
"I'm...really sorry about these." She put her forehead against his right shoulder as her hand brushed over the myriad of scars on his arm.
"I'm not." He sighed.
He'd do it all over again as long as it meant she was safe.
That sicko had caught her before he could give her the suit and had already beaten her.
Zarik had gotten to her in time to set her free before something worse happened to her.
He'd been caught instead when the lock-down door had slammed shut, catching him in the head. That man had taken a razor to his right arm and leg, slowly trying to bleed him to death.
Angela had gotten back to their motor-home and found the suit he'd just finished up and used it to get him out.
He'd scarred, but she was safe and unmarked.
xXx
Angela traced her fingers over some of the razor scars on his arm.
It had been all her fault. He hadn't been there because she tried to go off on her own.
Then she got caught and he came to her rescue and ended up trading places with her.
She could have left him there, to die. But she just couldn't imagine a life here without the idiot. He'd made her such an amazing suit that allowed her to save him and they may have ended up killing the guy who'd tried to rape and kill her.
"I'd do it all over again you know." He said.
"I won't let anyone catch me like that again." She said.
He nodded before breathing in against her hair.
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling how strong this man really was.
He might look lean and weaker, but he was nothing but corded muscle under his clothes. He took himself very seriously for someone who was even more tech than she was.
Angela looked up at him and kissed him as she moved her hands down.
She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her closer.
"Do you want me?" She asked.
"Always." He growled.
His touch was somehow hotter than the water they were in. Alcohol had never done this to her before, but maybe this was just stronger than usual.
She kind of liked it.
Especially knowing he wasn't just playing with her.
His hands gripped her hips as he rocked her against him.
He was hard as steel as she moved her hands to his shoulders.
Dingo rubbed against her and she gasped at the friction.
She thought water was supposed to reduce friction.
"God you feel good Angela." He rumbled.
She couldn't think straight as every press rubbed his cock over her clitoris.
It was too much to try and think on top of that.
"Zarik...please." She moaned.
"Sensitive much?" He ground out.
But he did stop.
For a second.
And then he lifted her up a little.
She reached between them to enclose him as much as possible in her hand.
He groaned as she positioned him.
But he wasn't lowering her down like she wanted. He was just holding her up in his strong hands.
She used her free hand to nudge him into letting her down.
The head of his cock pressed into her and she gasped.
He was bigger than she'd thought.
But now she could use her other hand to push on his shoulders.
She brought her knees off the bottom of the tub and the sudden shift of her weight had her going down.
It hurt slightly as he rammed into her.
Angela moaned at how full he made her feel.
"Ang..." He groaned.
"Do it Zarik." She nipped the side of his neck.
"Not here." He bit out.
She closed her eyes as she moved her hands to the sides of the tub. It felt cool under her fingers, unlike his skin.
She pushed herself up a bit. Only until she could feel him almost out of her. Then she went back down.
He tipped his head back.
"Fuck Angela."
She smiled to herself before repeating the motion.
It wasn't quite enough, but it got her point across.
When she went up a third time, he yanked her back down, flexing his hips to drive himself into her.
That. That was what she wanted.
She felt him grip her hips to push her back up before pulling her back down and thrusting into her. Her hands slipped from the side of the tub to his arms.
She loved feeling his muscles under her fingers. He groaned as she moved her hands up his arms to his shoulders.
She threaded her fingers into his thick brown hair to pull his head forward and looked him in the eyes as she could hear their breathing get choppy.
Her vision went cloudy as she could feel every muscle in her core tighten.
She pulled him down to kiss him and cried out as he made her orgasm.
He stole her breath as he drew out her pleasure by continuing to move them both, the friction inside her creating further sparks.
"I love you Angela." He growled as she felt him snap. He pushed her harder than ever onto him and she felt him fill her. She looked him in the eyes again.
"I love you." She whispered.
