Part 3

The drive back was impossibly long to me. I had kind, small talk with the different driver, named Stuart, as he weaved through the thick traffic. I noted the gun tucked into Stuart's jacket as he opened the divider. Driver slash guard. Much like what Macao had and what he used for my mother and I.

"How long have you worked for Gajeel?" I asked curiously.

"A long time. I used to take him to school when he was younger. He rehired me about nine years ago." Wow.

"You must know a lot about him."

"We keep our relationship on a bare level. Gajeel is a good man. You are making him even better." I thought about that for a moment.

"We are here, Miss McGarden." Stuart stated. I waited as he quickly opened the door for me. I stepped out onto the quiet street and looked at Gajeel's loft. It was really a strange thing, Gajeel owning a loft. He kept his penthouse for media purposes, but showed me his man cave. His sexy man cave.

I was escorted to the front door when it was thrown open. A tall man with dark blue hair looked down to me with a swift severity in his eyes. A tattoo decorated his face as he looked down to me.

"Stuart. Ms. McGarden."

"Great to see you, Mr. Fernandez. I trust you will take it from here."

"I will. Come inside."

I froze. "Did I miss something?"

"Secret security detail. Well, not so much a secret." He chuckled. I was taken aback.

"Security?"

He raised an eyebrow before realizing I obviously wasn't told this. "Gajeel is a close friend, so me and my wife watch his back. Just how it's been. We run sweeps around the neighborhood and here before he gets home since he is worth billions." He spoke as he welcomed me inside.

"I guess that's true. How long have you worked for him?" I asked curiously.

"About the last six years. Ask him about how we met. It's pretty funny." He had a kind light about him, but him aura showed mischievous danger and power.

"Are you gonna stay here with me?" I asked confused and worried. He chuckled.

"No. I'm heading home to make dinner. My wife will be outside in the gray car. If you need anything, call this number. I trust you know where everything is?"

"I do. Thanks."

"And call me Jellal. My wife's name is Erza. Have a good evening." He said kindly. He walked out the front door. I shook off the confusion and walked to the living room. Everything was clean and in place, except for the Gajeel's laptop and the PlayStation controller. I had seen Gajeel play for a little while, trying to show me how. I'd seen some guys play it at parties I went to in college, but I never really cared. I was tempted to try now. Giving in, I sat on the couch and turned to the right TV source. "Now, what to do? Oh, I liked that one game. Until Dawn. I could make my own account too?"

I peeked up and grabbed Gajeel's laptop as I looked up how to work out whatever the hell I was doing. It was already logged in and had tabs open. I moved to open a different window when an email heading caught my attention.

"Who the hell is this?" I mumbled. I bit my lip as a chat message from M was waiting to be opened. It showed four messages. I closed my eyes and convinced myself that it wasn't a problem as I opened my new window.

Before I got comfortable, I changed out of my dress to the red silk robe. I was tempted to wear a shirt from Gajeel's drawers, but I changed my mind. Once dressed, I went back to the living room.

I played the game for about an hour when the door flung open to reveal Gajeel with a pizza pie in his hand. I brightened, but then I took in his appearance. His hair was damp and his shirt was soaking. His suit jacket was missing. He looked a mess as dirt seemed to mark up his expensive clothes.

"Gajeel? What happened?" I stood. Gajeel set the food down. He had a streak of dirt on his face and his left hand was bloody in the light. I jumped up after pausing the game.

"You didn't eat so I picked this up for you. I'm going to wash up." He grumbled. I grabbed the pizza and set it on the counter. He looked shocked when I grabbed his good hand and pulled him to the bathroom. We were both quiet as I started his godly shower. He didn't stop me as I undressed myself, then started on him. I unsuccessfully tried to hid my blush as Gajeel's eyes roamed over me freely. I watched him step out of his dirtied trousers before he grabbed my hands.

"Go into the shower. I'll be right behind." He ordered. Not wanting to argue, I did as he asked, although I wanted dearly to watch him strip off his shirt. I stepped right under the water, closing my eyes and reveling in the moment. I sighed as the glass door closed behind me and a thick arm encircled my waist.

"My hands are a little dirty. I hope you don't mind." He mumbled. I twisted in his arms. I gasped.

I'd never seen Gajeel naked. And that was something I've always only imagined. Seeing him now, Gajeel had heavy scars on his arms that I sometimes caught, but never really looked at. I was surprised to see smaller scars crisscrossing on his body. I raised a hand and stroked the scars on his chest. He shuddered. Thick veins covered him all over and a hunger built up in me. Beneath the scars, I could see bruises forming on his right shoulder and the right side of his ribs. A few scratches decorated him here and there. He kept his chest bare of hairs, as well as his abs and private parts.

"When the time comes we can talk about your scars. But for now, I want you to let me accept you." I moved both hands to his back, pulling his closer. I raised my head and pressed a kiss to the scar on his bruised shoulder before moving my lips lower. I showered him with kisses. He stayed silent for the entire time, only closing his eyes and responding gently to the small pecks I dropped to his body.

I kissed each scar and bruise on his body, back included. Gajeel was panting slowly by the time I was done. I met his eyes, and saw the raging desire, raw emotion, and something else I couldn't describe.

"Please, don't ever hide from me. I want to see your scars as a part of you. Not separated." I whispered. He gripped my head by raising a hand to my hair.

He exhaled, mixing our breaths together. "You are the first woman, in a very long time, to see my scars. I don't take off my shirt. I'm not comfortable with the questions…" he said with a slight grimace.

"Then I won't ask. You will come to me. Eventually." I smiled. He looked at me with those ever present emotions. My skin warmed, but I remembered that he came home a mess, which was something I'd never seen on Gajeel, aside from when we had sex in the limo. That type of mess was different than this. He looked so hurt right now.

"Gajeel, what the hell happened to you?" He pulled my body closer as I could feel his heat over the water. I could also feel his heavy manhood pressed up against me.

"I got into a little scuffle."

"You looked like you were in a brawl. Give me your hands." I ordered. Gajeel rolled his eyes.

"Wait till you see Rogue." He mumbled. I stiffened.

"You fought Rogue?"

"Shit." He cursed while avoiding my gaze. He was firm as he retracted himself.

"Gajeel, don't lie to me." I warned. He sighed.

"Yeah, I fought him. You know I have anger issues." That was a half ass excuse.

"That's bullshit. You're a grown man. You could have really messed up both of your careers over some stupid argument." He growled angrily, making me jump.

"You aren't a stupid argument. He said something very insulting and I made it clear that you are my woman." His red eyes closed angrily as he stopped staring at me. Just for a second, just one, I felt I knew how dangerous Gajeel could be.

"You fought for me?" I whispered. Gajeel sighed and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I will always fight for you." He mumbled before turning me back and grabbing his soap. We took turns quietly washing, although when we got to him, it became difficult. His body was so knotted up and tense with anger.

"Damn, your hands feel good." He groaned as I massaged his arms. Me washing him turned into a massage session that was amusing. I grinned. I gave him sweet kisses again and he could have melted.

"That's not the only thing I can do with them." I murmured. His eyes flashed to mine. His lips quirked into a smirk.

"Is that so?" He asked. I urged him against the tiled wall and pressed my hands to his chest. He watched me with playful eyes and I ran my hands down his chiseled body. Reaching his waist, and stiffened again as I kneeled in front of him. The water from the showerhead wasn't spraying directly on me since Gajeel decided to turn it face down earlier during my washdown.

"Levy." He looked at me as I gripped his manhood. He was rock solid as I looked up at him lustfully. There was a hard look in his eyes.

"Stand up." He growled. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why? I want to do this. To pleasure you."

"You can, but not like this. Not tonight. I don't want you to ever kneel for a man like this ever again. Promise me." He demanded as he pulled me to stand. I was taken aback, but nodded nonetheless. He sighed and turned the water back towards us. He rinsed me off sensually before urging me into a towel.

"Stay like that and go back to your game. I'll be right out." He murmured. I quietly listened but he quickly snagged me back to kiss me. I shivered and groaned as he tangled his hands in my hair, pressing his bare chest to my towel covered body. I pulled away, breathless. He gave me a lazy smirk.

"Go on, Shrimp." His cheesy nickname made me blush.

"Shut up, stupid Gajeel." I mumbled while scurrying away. I sat at the couch and grabbed the pizza box as well. I used napkins as I ate a big chunk and played my game.

"What the hell is going on?" I murmured as I controlled the various players. I thought hard to make a decision between two crazy things. I finished eating and had leaned back into Gajeel's couch. I was lost in a playing gaze as I tunnel visioned the television. I made it all the way past the Prologue when warm arms wrapped around my waist and lips found my neck. I dropped the controller.

"Christ! You almost gave me a heart attack."

"You're sexy when you get all focused like that. Turn towards me." He murmured as I paused the game and did as he asked. His eyes were lustful as he looked over me. He was in nothing but boxers. I expected him to speak, but he instead wrapped my legs around his waist and stood up. I then could definitely feel his erection. He stared at me as he walked us to his bedroom.

"Set me down. You're hurt!" I exclaimed. Gajeel kissed my chin, shutting me up.

"Fine." Instead of dropping me on his bed like I thought he would, he settled for resting me on my back and pressing his hips between mine. His boxers were gone.

"I want to ravish you, Levy. Christ you drive me crazy." He growled as he tongue kissed me. I melted under his hot body, not believing a girl like me could get a man like Gajeel.

"You're hurt. Not tonight."

He snorted. "A bruise isn't enough to stop me from enjoying my woman."

"No Gajeel." I pressed firmly against his chest and he sighed.

"Damn it, woman." He grumbled while lying to my side. He untied my towel and turned me towards him. His chest was wide and hard as I pressed a hand against it.

"I'm surprised you didn't just full on jump me instead." I said while stroking his body. He hummed.

"I'm thinking about it. Christ you're beautiful. Tell me you're mine." He said while moving my wild hair from my eyes. I looked up at him. He looked so relaxed.

"As long as you are mine, then yes. I'm yours." I said as he grinned.

"You doubt us too much. I don't like it."

"I overanalyze everything I do. I can't help it."

"I can. When I kiss you, what do you feel? Or when I touch you?" He said while wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Lost. Nothing else exists." I said while looking at the scar on his shoulder.

"And what is so bad about that?" He pulled my face up to his.

"I can't stop thinking it's just me. That I'm the only one falling." I said clearly. Gajeel frowned and pulled me over him. His hard erection pressed against my wet folds. I closed my eyes, basking in this pleasure.

"You don't think I feel the same. Don't you feel how hard I am?"

"Any man can get hard, Gajeel. Especially when they are pressed up against a woman's sex." I groaned. He felt so hard. So good.

"No. I'm not hard for your body. I'm hard for you. I want you. In every way possible. You are afraid I will hurt myself, so do this instead." He said while gripping my waist and rolling his hips. I groaned out wantonly.

"Ride me Levy. Be the first to top me." He demanded. I moved my hips, sliding his big cock over my entrance.

"A condom?" I panted heavily. Gajeel cursed.

"I don't keep condoms here. And I know I said I would test to prove that I'm always safe. It's the safer, more responsible route…" He trailed off with need. My sex clenched at thought of Gajeel being unprepared and flustered over something like condoms. Despite being safe, I couldn't wait.

"I trust you." I blurted out. Gajeel's eyes snapped to mine before he pulled my hips down slowly.

Fucking him like this made my heart race and my head fill with lust. I felt so much fuller like this. His cock hit the end of me and I gasped as it pulsed inside of me.

"Holy shit. You feel so good." He croaked as I rotated my hips slowly. One of his hands grabbed mine while the other went in between us to grab my breast.

I lifted myself and dropped back down as my hips smacked against his. We both moaned together as I found a rhythm that worked. His hand guided me as I moved slowly over him.

"You're perfect for me, Levy. Tell me what you feel." He growled while rolling his hips up into mine.

"You." I moaned as his hand on my chest moved to my neck. He cupped the side and pressed lightly. His grip was dominating. Like he was dominating me while being topped. I couldn't care right now.

"You're so wet for me. Why? Why are you so fucking drenched for me like this?" He groaned as his hips jerked up into me. I placed a hand on his chest as I tried to catch my breath. The tip of his cock hit something deep that made my body tremble.

"Gajeel!" I yelped. He chuckled.

"This is only for you. No woman will get to experience this but you. You own me, Levy." He growled.

"Fuck." I cried out breathless. Gajeel smirked as he gripped my hips with both hands to jerk up into me again.

"Too deep. Wait." I tried to pull off of him, but he didn't let up.

"No. Stay still." He sat up and pressed his chest to mine. I panted heavily. Not knowing where to put my hands, I settled for his hair.

"I can't."

"Feel me. Feel how deep I am in you. Feel how I will come in you, Levy." He stayed still as my womanhood tightened at his words. I grabbed his hair tighter and pulled him closer.

"I can't. My body burns." I whined. Gajeel ducked his head and took a breast into his mouth. It was my breaking point.

My head fell back as I came hard over Gajeel. He hissed as his hips gave small jerks unison with the spurts his cock released inside of me. I moaned like a damn whore when his teeth bit into my breast. Like he was marking me.

"You feel so good. I love being inside you. Fuck, I never came so fucking hard in my life." He said as he laid us flat. I still clenched his body, not knowing how to function around his still hard cock.

"Holy fuck." I gasped.

"That's one thing to call it. You okay shrimp?" He asked me while loosening his grip. My body shook as he pulled out of me. I felt like I was floating.

"That was… something."

He rolled over me with a sly smirk. I could see deep in his eyes the lust of knowing his seed was deep in me, keeping me full. It was hard to miss as his eyes glanced down to my trembling lower body.

"Tomorrow will be much better. Especially when we are going at it like animals." He teased. I slid from beneath him and walked on shaky legs to grab a shirt to sleep in. This would be the first time I ever slept here.

"You look incredibly sexy like that. I think the shirt would look much better on the floor though."

"I'm sure you do." I said. He pulled on his boxers and pulled me in between his legs. My eyes looked at his bruised skin and I felt guilt. He gripped the back of my thighs.

"Baby, it doesn't hurt." Gajeel looked up at me. His eyes looked serious as he frowned. I sighed.

"Just… please don't let us being a thing ruin your relationship with your family." I said. He shook his head.

"Me and Rogue have always fought."

I stroked the bruise on his shoulder. "You're so bruised."

"They will heal. Don't think there is something I wouldn't do for you. You mean too much to me. You're my woman."

I sucked in a breath and tried to bask in those words. His lips pressed against my stomach. I couldn't deny that the gentleness my body relaxed to was lovely. I loved being the center of his attention.

"You treat me like I'm the center of your world. I don't deserve you."

"No. I don't deserve you. The man I was feels faded with you around. I want to worship your body. Don't run from me anymore. I need you here with me." He said while kissing my stomach again. I pushed him into the bed and climbed in next to him. I let him curl me to his chest before I relaxed completely.

"I have a conference call to make, but after that the rest of the day is ours to lounge about." He murmured. The office was closed tomorrow as an annual no work day. I didn't mind spending a day with Gajeel. It just seemed that being trapped in his house made the difference. We would talk, and that was something we didn't do very well with each other.

"Sure. I'll have to go home soon. Lucy and I need to bond." I said sleepily. Gajeel chuckled.

"We'll see about that Shrimp. Get rest. You'll need it." He said while pecking my forehead. I fell asleep soundly in his arms to the thrum of his heartbeat. And nothing was lovelier than it either.

A/N: There goes the rest of Chapter 7! I will continue my normal updates on Saturdays. Thanks for showing the love and support and be sure to spread the story. I love writing, and I love it when ya'll like my writing. I'm taking some suggestions for one/two shots for those who want it. May will be a busy month for me, so I want to treat ya'll to as much as I can before May comes in full swing. Peace!