Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

No one had ever seen the darkness in me and enjoyed it. Not like Mei.

Mei saw it all, the bad and the ugly, and she still thought I was good. She always had.

“I think it’s only fair, before we get down to business, that I take payment like Rocky said. What do you think, Maxwell, two fingers or three?”

I wanted her to burn me down to ash and raise me up like a phoenix, reborn in the fires of her all-consumin’ love. It was reckless to be loved like that and love like that in return.

Why had I waited so long to fuckin’ kiss her? ’Cause now that I had, I knew I’d never wanna stop.

I forgive you,” I told her. “In case that wasn’t clear. In case it wasn’t obvious that there’s nothin’ to forgive you for. In case you still needed to hear it.”

I don’t hate you, Rocky,” I said,

I don’t hate you ’cause I love you. Only I wasn’t ready to say those words ’cause I was worried I didn’t know what the fuck they meant anymore.

For the last six weeks Mei’d been in my life again, all I’d been able to create was her.

The many faces of Mei Zhen Marchard stared back at us where they were propped against the wall, against each other, restin’ on easels half finished.

Mei on the day I’d seen her in the hospital, curled up with Cleo like the yin to her yang. Mei naked and sprawled on the pink bed of Purgatory Motel with her tiny red thong caught around one ankle lookin’ entirely debauched in the wave of destruction from my mouth and cock. Mei in one of her martial arts poses, ready for a fight, limbs loose bu...

What is this?”

“I told you once eight years ago that I loved you, and you implied it wasn’t enough.”

“I asked what the fuck I had to do to show you how much you were loved.” I swallowed the burn in my throat. “How much I loved you.”

“Is this enough?” I asked, voice rough

Cause I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since the moment I saw you again at the hospital. I told you, you got your teeth and claws in me, Rocky. And the fuck of it is, even when I wanted so fuckin’ much to hate you, it was me I hated, for lovin’ you still and for wantin’ you now in this new way that rocks me.”

You knock the wind outta me, Mei. Every fuckin’ time I lay eyes on you. And I only get it back when we touch, and the relief is a sweet, sharp ache in my goddamn chest.”

Axe-Man,” she whispered, reachin’ up to clutch my wrists tight, as if she was afraid I’d disappear. “Don’t play games with me. Not when you have to know how long I’ve wanted you just like this.”

No games,” I...

And no promises, either. I don’t got any answers but this. No matter what happens in this life, you mean somethin’ to me. I made the mistake of tryin’ to regret that and the truth is, I neve...

I will always be the Off-White Knight to your Rocky. That’s an oath I’ll swear in blood, and if I ever break it again, I give you leave to kill me by metal, wood, fire, water, or earth.”

I feel like I’m dreaming and it hurts because I know I’m going to wake up,” she whispered in a choked-off voice.

I squatted to lift the lid of the red paint with my pocket knife, then the black, and white as I spoke. “Gonna show you just how fuckin’ beautiful you are to me. How worthy.”

It’s body paint,” I muttered

Gonna paint you,” I told her. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like I shoulda the first time.”

I was haulin’ her up into my arms, cuppin’ her sweet ass in my hands. She automatically wound her legs around my waist and drove her fingers into my hair. Her mouth was open, pantin’, waitin’ for me to claim it.

She lay there, chest heavin’, tongue trapped between her teeth as I reached for a thick brush and dipped it generously in the red paint. The moment the cool tip touched her skin, she gasped and squirmed.

“Be still.”

She f...

Good girl,” I practically purred as I traced the brush down over the inside of her left thigh all the way back to her foot, where I painted her toes one by one ’til they curled. “Be still while I worship you.”

She moaned. “You’re trying to kill me. You really do still hate me.”

Be good for me, Rocky, and I’ll take you as close to death as pleasure can get ya.” Paintin’ her was unlike anythin’ I’d done before.

I traced the curves of her waist and the divot of her naval, the swell of her small, sweet tits, round and round in smaller and smaller circles ’til I sucked the peaks into my mouth and finished them off with a dollop of white paint.

I abandoned the brushes, dippin’ my fingers into the paints until they blurred, white and red makin’ pinks that streaked the knobs of her spine when I turned her onto her hands and knees before me. Avoidin’ her healin’ tattoos, I patterned colour over each bone in her rib cage so it looked like I could see straight through to her heart. A darker colour for the handprints I fixed over the globes of her plump ass before fillin’ them in all over with paint. I left one handprint though in carmine red over her throat, my thumbprint at her rapidly beatin’ pulse.

Every inch of you is fuckin’ gorgeous. Inside. Out. Covered in paint. Covered in cum. Covered every day in my ink like a livin’ breathin’ fantasy. All of it, any which way, is mine. You get that, little dragon?”

Her breath hitched as she realized why I’d painted her all in red and white,

Yes,” she panted as I pressed her carefully to the canvas, her front splayed across the textured, treated cloth. “Your dragon.”

Only after I gently peeled her away from the canvas did she surprise me by pushin’ me with two painted hands onto my back on the drop cloth.

she clambered on top of me, straddlin’ my hips with those red and white streaked thighs.

If I’m yours, though,” she murmured, pausin’ to bite my lower lip. “You’re mine.”

She ground down on the hardness beneath my jeans ’til I hissed and grabbed her hips. Only then, face wreathed in a wicked, gorgeous grin, did she set to work paintin’ me too.

Her clever little fingers dipped in black and white paint to trace the boxed muscles in my abdomen, the long splay of tendons in my neck and thighs. They dragged my jeans off and then my boxers so I was naked beneath her, and then she painted every inch of my front except for my face and groin.

Mei,” I rasped, fistin’ her hair, uncarin’ about the paint on my hands. “You got two seconds before I got no control left. Use them well.”

She grinned and settled between my thighs to lick once, twice, kittenish at the head of my...

I surged to my knees and pressed her to the paint-smeared cloth beneath us. She laughed as I did, tryin’ to scramble away, but I held her slick body still and gr...

No runnin’ now,” I warned her. “Not again.” “No,” she agreed...

I tongued the seam of her mouth at the same time my cock caught on the entrance of her wet little cunt, and I thrust inside both simultaneously. Her pussy pul...

I fucked her with long, powerful strokes that rubbed the coarse hair at the root of my dick into her clit. I’d let her chew me into pieces or swallow me whole as long as she stayed with me forever.

You’re mine,” I told her,

Yours,” she agreed.