Royal didn't like her questions at all. She knew that when she started asking them. It hadn't begun that way when she'd arrived at the center for another day of work. Her time there was now numbered by days rather than weeks and she found herself feeling mixed about that.
She'd love the time that Royal and she'd spent together fucking each other in nearly every corner of the building but most especially in the basement shelter, which felt like a different world for her apart from reality.
But she hadn't been working long; perhaps until the hour before noon when Royal came looking for her feeling that itch that was one part lust and two parts wanting to get back at Lynette for some reason.
She had been cleaning some windows in what had once been the coat room back when the place had first been built. But over time, it'd been converted into storage and it had taken her two afternoons to get the boxes stacked in the back of the room.
The door opened wider and she knew without looking that he'd come to check on her. She kept cleaning the windows, trying to work on some stubborn streaks.
"You almost finished?"
She nodded, scraping away some of the grime with a fingernail.
"I think it's time for a break don't you?"
She shrugged and picked up the rag to finish wiping over the sills which had turned it dark black a couple of times but she'd rinsed it in a soapy bucket of water in between.
"Elena…don't you think it's time for a break?"
She sighed and then turned around to face him, rag in hand.
"Royal…what the fuck are we doing here?"
He smiled at her.
"I think you just answered your own question," he said, "God I need this right now."
He stepped closer to her and resting his hands on his shoulders bent to kiss her mouth, without any hesitation, just hard and fast rather than easing into it. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and his hands reached down to cup her ass. She wanted it at first, her mouth taking is willingly and her own hands moving across his chest but then it hit her.
"Royal…do you even know who I am?"
He looked at her funny.
"Of course I do…you're a very sexy woman who I've been working with for over a month."
And fucking her almost that entire time, she remembered, beginning the day of the tornado. She's been asking for it, eager to share herself with him, to feel the pleasure and share this delicious secret with him.
At least at first but lately…it seemed it had been less about her and more about Lynette even though she hadn't been there with them. She put her hands on his chest when he tried to kiss her again.
He looked at her confused, and more than a little irritated.
"Why…feels damn good doesn't it?"
She shook her head.
"Not this way…in the beginning it was nice to be with you, I thought you wanted me but now…"
"Of course I want you," he said, "I'm here with you…"
And not with her, that had been the part left unsaid. She hated that she thought this way, thought for sure she must be wrong but the feeling wouldn't leave her. It gnawed at her nearly all the time now.
"But when you're with me, when we're…it's like you're really somewhere else."
Now that angered him, she could tell watching his face change. He just looked at her like she'd gone crazy.
"What the fuck Elena…what shit are you pulling?"
She just took a deep breath and looked at him.
"I think we need to talk about it that's all."
He grabbed her again.
"I don't feel like talking…"
He kissed her mouth again and his hands moved towards smoothing up her shirt and this time she pulled away from him.
"Royal…I can't do this…not until you answer my question."
He folded his arms and just glared at her.
"Okay then…ask me."
She proceeded carefully with him wondering when she first had to do that. She'd learned to proceed with caution with most men, certainly the ones her mama brought home but she thought he'd been different.
"Do you hate her so much?"
His eyes blinked.
"You know who…Lynette."
His eyes widened and his body tensed. She took a step backwards almost without realizing it.
"Why would you say that…I'm going to marry her."
"But you're fucking me and you're not telling her that part," she said, "I just want to know if you're doing me to stick it to her."
"What the fuck….is that some kind of psycho bullshit?"
She just rubbed her forehead.
"It's a question…just answer it."
His face snarled and he reached for her again, grabbing her arm. She pulled away from him then and before she realized it, he'd slapped her
Her hand went immediately to her face and she looked at him in shock. The sting faded for her skin much more quickly than inside of her.
He looked shocked at what he'd done as well.
She shook her head.
"Get away from me…"
He stood there, the anger having melted off his face to be replaced by concern.
"I'm …sorry…I don't know what got into me but you just make me crazy sometimes."
She stood there listening, her hand sliding away from her face. Tex had told her the same thing a time or two only it had been his way of explaining why he'd seduced her on her mama's couch. She'd believed him too but he hadn't hit her.
"Why did you hit me?"
She knew she should just turn around and walk out of the room and the center without looking back. Find a way to finish off her community service hours elsewhere without having to explain to the courts why. But she read his face and saw the remorse there and knew it was real. He really had just lost control for a moment and hit her, something that had never happened before with him.
"I…don't know but it won't happen again…ever."
He sounded sincere, and the pain in his voice just then showed her a side of him she'd never seen that he shared with her now. Elena hadn't had anyone in her life who'd ever shown her what that could be like.
She didn't notice him take a step closer to her.
"It better not," she said, "I'm not going to be hit again."
He nodded and she looked up at him, as he gazed at her tenderly, still a trace of anger at himself for what he'd done. His arms slid around her waist.
He locked her gaze with his own.
"Shh…now it's all right…"
When his lips touched hers, they brushed her mouth at first, barely making contact but just enough to send anticipation fluttering inside her. But…she put her hands on his chest.
And when he slid his hands up her back drawing closer to his mouth, she felt herself relax enough that when he unbuttoned her pants to tug them down, she didn't resist. She felt his fingers brush her inner thighs as he lowered her pants down to where they just dropped to her feet.
She felt his fingers fiddle with the elastic of her panties and slowly he removed them until they joined her pants. Then she felt him slide his hands down her waist as he lowered himself to where his face and more importantly his mouth was brushing against her pussy.
She sucked in her breath in anticipation of the first stroke by his tongue of her tender folds but when she felt it, she arched her back.
"Like that…I knew you would…"
Did she…she had wished when they were together that he'd go down on her more often, that she'd feel his warm breath against her skin before his damp mouth. It felt too damn good to even breathe as he flicked his tongue teasingly against her entrance. She leaned against him, wanting more of what he had to give her. Even as a small part of her nagged at her that she shouldn't be still inside the room with him.
She cried out when her body had wound up tightly from his mouth until she couldn't hold it inside her anymore. She had to lean against the row of boxes to keep from sinking to the ground.
After the vibrations had eased to a lull, she noticed him standing beside her again.
"You liked that didn't you?"
She just looked at him and nodded slightly.
He rubbed her shoulders and her arms gently with his hands, and then they slid to her bare waist.
"You do know I'm sorry for what happened and how much you mean to me."
She furrowed her brow thinking about it. The way he'd just treated her had to come from someone who wouldn't hurt her. He nudged her against the boxes and the edges pressed against her ass. His hands reached to his own pants as he unsnapped them and lowered them along with his briefs, freeing his erection
"On the boxes…," he gasped as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it several times then reached into his pocket for the condom.
She did as he asked, in anticipation. Her breath coming more quickly as she sat on the edge of them…waiting for what would happen next. He pressed against her and she wrapped her legs around him without waiting to be told.
Then he thrust inside her so hard and fast it shook her, how quickly he could take her and make her his…she sighed against him as he bucked his hips to reach her depths, her body stretching to accommodate him.
But she'd done a lot of that, adjusting her life to fit his wants but as he stroked her with each thrust of his cock, she did less and less thinking. It might not be perfect between them but during moments like this, wasn't it close enough?
He pushed her so that her back rested against the boxes, the grip her legs had on his body loosening while he changed his rhythm, his face panting close to her own.
When they came a couple seconds apart, she felt like screaming but his mouth had bit her neck not hard, but enough to silence her.
Afterward, he stroked her face and his touch soothed whatever concerns remained inside of her. He looked at her and knew she had forgiven him.
After he got up to dispose of the condom, she sat up and went to pull up her clothes so she could return to cleaning the windows again. She walked over the window and when he returned, she didn't look at him.
"I'll go get us some lunch," he said, "Some sandwiches and then I'll be back."
She nodded from where she stood and she heard him leave, before touching her cheek again as she looked out the window.