Gris swung, putting all his might into the motion. At the same moment, Forrester dropped to his knees and slid in under the rod, striking Gris’s legs with his own. As Gris fell, Forrester leapt to his feet and kicked him hard. Gris had lost hold of the iron rod and it flew across the lot, landing harmlessly in the snow.
Forrester looked down at Gris, and then kneeled down on his chest.
“You listen to me, and you listen good,” Forrester said. “Elle might have been your girl once, but she left your sorry ass, as is her right. She’s with me now. There’s nothing for you here. You get the hell out of this town before something happens that neither of us can undo. You hear me?”
Gris spat and coughed.
“You hear me?” Forrester said, louder.
Gris hesitated, but as Forrester increased the weight of his knee on Gris’s chest, he submitted.
“I hear you,” he said.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“You’re going to get out of town, quit causing trouble?”
“Yes.”
“Let the girl be?”
“I’ll let her be.”
Forrester nodded. “All right,” he said.
And with that, he got up off Gris without causing him any further injury. Elle couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t even looking at Gris and the other boys. She only had eyes for Forrester. As far as she was concerned, he was a complete god.
Chapter 23
Elle
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, SHE WAS lying on her back on Forrester’s bed.
“I want you so badly I can taste it,” he said.
“You want me?” she said, thinking about how badly her * wanted to feel his long, hard cock.
“I’m ravenous for you, Elle. Now take off every strip of clothing.”
Elle looked up at him nervously. His shirt was stained with sweat and blood. The end of his leather belt hung alluringly down in front of his crotch. She could tell his body was still full of the adrenaline of the fight. He looked ferocious, almost frightening. His eyes glowed with the heat of passion.
“Go on,” he said. “I’m going to watch you strip.”
Elle cleared her throat. She felt suddenly unsure of herself. The room was bathed in lamplight, brighter than she would have chosen. She wasn’t used to stripping in front of sexy men like Forrester.
“Where should I start?” she said.
“Start with the shoes.”
She kicked off her shoes and sent them flying across the room.
“Good,” Forrester said, “now the tights.”
Obediently, she reached down and pulled off her tights, one leg at a time, being careful not to let Forrester see up her dress as she did so.
“Very nice,” Forrester said. “I swear to God I’ve never seen legs as smooth and seductive as yours, Elle.”
“You really like them?”
“I don’t just like them, Elle. I love them. I love your curves. I love you just the way you are. You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Now quit talking and get those little panties off.”
“My panties?”
“You heard me.”
Elle hesitated just a moment, until the bulge that was growing inside Forrester’s jeans reassured her that he liked every single detail he saw. Then she slid her panties down over her ankles and let them fall over the side of the bed.
“Nice,” Forrester said, “very nice.”
Elle shivered in a combination of apprehension and shyness. She’d never felt so exposed like this. She’d never felt a man’s hunger so intensely. She could tell that Forrester was delaying the moment of his pleasure, teasing himself, and enjoying every second of her performance. It excited her intensely to see how turned on he was.
“Now, flash me,” Forrester said, “just for a second.”
“Flash you?”
Forrester nodded. He knew she understood what he wanted. He was still standing there at the end of the bed, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her increasingly naked body.
She brought her feet up onto the bed, her knees raised, and then she spread them open, revealing a view up between her thighs and under her dress. Forrester sighed in pleasure. He began slowly unbuckling his belt, the bulge in his pants so large it must have been causing him discomfort.
“Open them wider,” he said.
She complied, and then held her breath as Forrester climbed down onto the bed between her legs and disappeared beneath her dress.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, as his lips met the lips of her *.
He began to gently caress her * lips with his tongue, sending waves of anticipation and pleasure through her entire body. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he sucked tenderly on her clit and pushed his tongue into the mouth of her vagina. Then he stopped and got back off the bed.
“Continue,” he said, as if nothing had just happened.
Very shyly, Elle pulled her dress up over her head and removed her bra. Forrester watched her every move. When he spoke, his voice growled as if he was turning into a ravenous animal.
“I had the concierge bring up some toys,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Elle didn’t speak. She lay there silently as Forrester opened the packaging on the things the concierge had bought at his request. She gasped when she saw gold chains with luxurious satin restraints on the ends of them.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked nervously.