Page 18 of Bleed (Two Wheeled Psychos #4)

Warmth, that’s all I feel as I open my eyes to the bright light of midday streaming into the room, dousing me in its heat, but it’s not the only source of the comfort.

Against my front with her body curled up into a ball, her still clothed back against my bare chest, is Dani in all her post fuck, sleepy glory.

Her flaxen blonde hair is fanned out across the pillow, and strands of it are stuck to my beard, tickling my nose. I chuckle quietly as I pull them away and tuck then between us, smoothing down her tresses at her scalp, petting her.

My sleep was peaceful and refreshing, with no nightmares flooding into me when I fell asleep with her in my arms. Like a security blanket, she protected me from the images that have been driving me insane.

“Welcome home.” I say to her, kissing her head, pulling her to me tighter, just reveling in the feel of her in my embrace.

I want to get up and piss, but I can’t move, not yet. I need this, it’s what I’ve wished for, for so long.

You’ll have to wait a little bit, bladder. I’m enjoying this too much.

I cuddle her until the sun moves across the room and the shadows lengthen, telling me that we’ve been in bed all day. When I finally can’t hold it any longer, she magically stirs in my grasp.

“Mmmm. Good morning.” She mumbles, pressing her ass back against me, rubbing my dick and making me wince.

“More like good evening.” I chuckle, kissing her head quickly before climbing out of the bed on shaky legs. “Sorry, gotta pee and didn’t want to wake you.”

“Always the gentleman.” She giggles quietly while she stretches out on the bed and looks up at me.

“Last night you said I’m nasty. Which one is it?” I ask her over my shoulder as I step into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can still see her while I piss. I don’t want her out of my sight now that she’s back in it.

“Both.”

“Don’t you have some important place to be, instead of here? I mean you are the Recluse.” I ask as I release the piss I’ve held for way too long, making me shiver as it drains out of me.

“You kicking me out?”

“Nope.” I laugh. “Just making sure I’m not keeping you from any work you have to do.”

“The work I have to do, includes you.” She says as I adjust my boxers, flush the toilet, and wash my hands at the sink.

“Do tell.”

She watches as I come out of the bathroom, drying my hands on the towel I keep on the little ring next to the basin. Her gaze travels across me from my hands to my cock, to my feet, then back up again.

“Get dressed first. I can’t talk business with your dick only covered by those.”

“Yes my lady.”

I dress quickly, pulling out jeans, a t-shirt, and fresh underwear and socks from my dresser, all while she watches with amusement in her blue gaze.

“Now, make me coffee.” She giggles as I offer her a hand-up, helping her smooth out her rumpled blouse and wrinkled skirt.

“Again, yes my lady.” I say, bowing to her, showing her the way out of the bedroom with an extended hand as if I’m directing royalty.

“I know the way. I used to live here, remember.?”

“How could I forget?”

She leads me out to the kitchen and switches on the coffee machine, like she always used to do, and it feels like domestic bliss again. But there’s something heavy in the air, and that’s the fact that she’s my mark, and I can’t bring myself to do it.

“You’re gonna die, you know that?” She says as she grabs mugs from the cabinets and pours sugar in hers from the container that I’ve kept all this time even though I don’t use it.

“They can try.”

“We need to stop them first. But I don’t know what they want from me, and I need to know.”

“Money. I thought you said they want your family fortune. You’re the sole heir.”

“I’m not, and there has to be something else besides that.” She says, pouring the coffee into the mugs and stirring milk into hers.

“Excuse me?” I say, my jaw dropping, and my tongue falling out of my mouth in shock, like something in a Saturday morning cartoon.

“We are.”

“What?”

“Dad always wanted me to marry you. I thought it was to protect me from this inevitable event, but last week he told me it was because he thought of you as the son he never got to keep.”

Her words floor me, and I stand there, while she tries to hand me my cup and I can’t raise my hand to take it.

“Then why did you leave?”

“That was before I knew how he felt. At the time I thought I was being pushed on you, and I didn’t know why. You know my old man. He’s not the very open and talkative type.”

“So you rebelled?”

“Kind of, yeah. And I hurt both of us in the process, only to end up here anyways, with the mark on my head, just like dad feared.”

“Fuck.” I finally say as she pushes the hot mug into my hand, curling my fingers around it for me. “But then if it’s both of us, why did they send me after you? Why wouldn’t they just take me out.”

“There’s a clause in the will. If you and I are to both die, then the fortune goes to Valentino and a woman just named A. Dad wouldn’t elaborate and I don’t know how to get the answers myself.”

“So we work on this together.” I say, taking my first sip, loving how she always makes it perfect.

“But they can’t know. So you still have to hunt me.”

“Valentino already knows I won’t.”

“You have to make him think you changed your mind.”

“Who is A? Another heir we don’t know about? And why the fuck Valentino? They’re rival families.”

“I’m not sure.” She says, sitting down at the kitchen table, setting her mug in front of her, staring at the steam coming from the top of it like it’s the most intriguing thing ever, and I know it’s that she’s just thinking and processing things internally.

“All I’m sure about is Dad wants it to go to us, me and you, and there’s a hefty price on our heads.

And they knew the only one that could find me after I went into hiding was you. ”

“So they’re playing us against each other, hoping we take each other out not knowing.

Making us do their dirty work.” I say, the realization slapping me in the face that the family I have been faithful to, have killed so many people for has the grand plan of eliminating me just like any other mark, but I’m too good for their other assassins, so I basically have to kill myself by killing the woman I love. “Fuck that shit.”

“So you hunt me, and we make it believable.”

“You could get hurt.”

“It’s better than dead by someone else’s hands now that Valentino knows I’m the Recluse.

Thank you by the way. He didn’t know Dani was the elusive Recluse until you opened your trap.

I could have stayed in hiding as just Danielle.

” She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me from across the table.

“Motherfucker.” I groan, hating that I ever opened my mouth.

“Still using that word for everything, huh?”

“Yeah, seems now more so than before.”

“Gee I wonder why?”

Looking at the clock on the microwave, seeing that evening is already half past, my stomach starts growling in the protest of being empty for almost twenty-four hours.

The coffee is beginning to sour in it, and if we’re going to have to come up with a plan to fool both mafia families, we’re gonna need to eat.

“Order us something to eat. I’m gonna shower, then we’ll figure out how to do this.”

“Pepperoni?”

“Perfect.”

~~~

“Fuck, Mario makes a good brick oven pizza.” I moan as the shower door opens and Dani steps inside with me, holding up a piece of pizza loaded with extra meat. “And delivered by a naked woman. Mmmm.”

“Service with a smile.” She giggles, holding out the food for me to take a bite.

I pretend I’m gonna bite it, then lean in and nip at her neck instead.

“What if I’d rather eat you?”

“Food first, at least this piece, then munch away at anything on me you so desire.”

“Fuck baby, you know the way to a man’s heart.”

“Yeah through his rib cage.” She laughs, shoving the pizza in my face, forcing me to either open my mouth and eat it, or wear the grease and cheese in my beard.

Peeling off a slice of pepperoni, I slap it onto her chest, between her tits, then bend down and pull it off with my teeth, kissing her as I take it. It’s got a little spice to it, but also the taste of her skin and the perspiration left over from last night’s activities.

“Yummy.” I say with a little laugh, then cough when she crams the food in my mouth. “Hey!” I croak out around a big bite of the deliciousness.

“Eat it. Then eat me.”

“Fine woman.”

Taking it from her, I devour it in two big bites then stick my face under the spray to wash it clean, wiping away a string of cheese that dangles from my lower lip.

“Good boy.”

“I’ll give you a good boy.” I say, grabbing her and spinning us around so she’s under the water.

Bending her over, I place her hands on the glass doors, watching as she wipes away the condensation with her touch.

She wiggles her ass back and forth while looking at me over her shoulder, most likely expecting a slap or for me to slide my dick in her from behind, but she’s surprised when I drop to my knees and bury my face in her ass.

“Damien!” She squeals when I make a long lick up her crack, the wiggle the tip of my tongue against her puckered little asshole.

“Mmmm so tasty.” I mumble onto her wet flesh, delving my tongue inside her. “Better than Mario’s.”

Her whole body shakes with laughter, and she reaches back and slaps at my head.

“Oh my God. You know how bad that sounded?” She peals, her ass jiggling against my face. “I hope you mean his pizza.”

“You’ll never know.”

“Fuck!” She yelps in hilarious laughter, trying to calm herself down, but between both my metaphoric and actual slip of the tongue she can’t control herself.

“Nom noms.” I joke, making hungry eating noises as I eat her ass, licking and sucking on it, then moving down to her perfect, tight, bald pussy.

Her laughter turns to deep throaty moans as I tongue fuck that smooth cunt, pushing up inside of it as far as I can, tasting everything that is her, and reveling in both the scents and flavors of her.

It’s an erotic perfume that tastes both musky and sweet, and it makes my dick so fucking hard. It’s missing something though.

Popping open the shower door, I reach out onto the vanity and wrap my hand around the straight razor sitting on its edge. I was planning on straightening up the edges of my beard following the shower, but now I have a better use for the single, sharp blade.

“What are you doing?” She asks, as she watches me flick it open with my thumb and run it under the hot water that beats down on her back.

“Just wait and see.”

The blade makes a tiny little red line on her inner thigh as I drag it so very gently over her skin, making a shallow, thin cut.

I watch as the blood seeps slowly from it, kissing around it, waiting patiently for the drops to be big enough.

When they bead together, I flatten my tongue and lick them up, scooping the metallic fluid into my mouth and swallowing it down as she grinds herself on me.

“Oh fuck. Again.” She groans, and I comply, squeezing the skin between my fingers to force more of the blood from the wound. “I’m gonna cum just from that.”

“Do it, cum on my face as I lick it all up, baby.” I purr against her thigh, licking the cut, wiggling my tongue on it, then leaving it to rapidly lap and suck her clit.

“Oh shit, shit, shit.”

“Good girl, come on, give it to me.”

Like the absolute piece of perfection she is, she erupts on my face, cumming violently, dousing me in her juices while she screams out her pleasure into the steamy air around us.