Page 26 of Golden Knight

My body stiffens. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about how I met him, he’s one of my best friends. I just don’t like talking about that place. Letting out all the air in my chest, I close my eyes and count to ten, gearing myself up. Jake’s arms tighten around me, which helps to calm my heart rate. “You can tell me when you're ready,” he whispers into my hair then starts to roll away from me.

A tear falls, tracking down my cheek, and I wipe it away. I love how he’s willing to let me tell him about what I’ve been through on my terms. I love that he doesn’t force me to tell him what he wants to know. The answers I’m sure he’s been waiting on for years.

I know I can trust him with my story, so I start talking and once the words leave me, I can’t seem to stop them.

“After they ripped me from my parents, they knocked me out and threw me into the back of a van. They drove me to a large warehouse. I fought back and they beat me until I was unconscious. When I finally came to, I had been put into a cell. Paul happened to be my cellmate. He cleaned me up the best he could, despite not having much available to us. He tried to protect me, but it wasn’t always possible. They beat us both, forcing both of us to do their bidding. I had overheard them talking once. They were supposed to sell me when I turned eighteen, but the men liked having me as a maid too much. There was an older guy who I think felt pity for me or something. He evaded the old lady, telling her I wasn’t fit to be sold. I never really could tell if it was to help me or if he just didn’t want to give me up. I think he just didn’t want to give me up because he still let them beat me. When they got too bad, they would bring in a doctor, but Paul was the one who looked after me.”

“Did they… touch you?” he gritted out.

“Not like you’re thinking. Sometimes they would make comments about doing it, but they never went through with it. I think that same man kept them away. For what, I don’t know. I just know that if it wasn’t for Paul, and if it wasn’t for us escaping, they would’ve killed me.”

Jake doesn’t respond with words. He wraps me in a bear hug. He just holds me, allowing me to release all the emotions I’ve been holding in for the past few years. As the tears slow, he looks down at me and then places a chaste kiss on my lips. “You don’t have to worry anymore. I will keep you safe. You have me too.”

His words make me smile, and I return his chaste kiss. I start to rub my body against his and he groans. “As much as I want to do that again, we need to shower. I want you to meet some people,” he says while he picks me up off the bed and carries me to the bathroom.

Jake places me on my feet then turns toward the shower turning it on. After a few minutes, he checks the temperature. Happy with it, he drops his boxers, spins, and gives me a look. I know that look. Strutting toward me, he grips the hem of the shirt that I am wearing, yanking it over my head.

I’m standing in front of him, naked, and not just physically anymore. I’ve exposed all of myself to him.

Feeling vulnerable, I curl my arms around my body to shield myself from the look he’s giving me. I know he sees me, all of me, not just the bubbly tough persona I give off.

He grabs my arms and pulls them away from my body, growling into my ear. “Don’t hide yourself from me, sunshine. I love all of you.”

It takes me a few seconds to process what he said, and when I realize the words he spoke, I jump into his arms. I grab his face and force him to look deep into my eyes, “You love me?”

Jake grips me tighter, and I can feel his thick cock underneath me. “Yes, baby, I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

“I love you too. It’s always been you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down. Kissing him so hard it was as if I was stealing the oxygen right out of him.

We don’t stop. Jake walks us right into the shower, soaking us from head to toe. He pushes my back up against the cool tile and the temperature difference intensifies the sensations. I can feel myself dripping down my legs as he rubs his cock against my pussy, then thrusts into me.

We both groan at the same time as he enters me. He grips my thighs holding me still. “I just need a minute. You are so fucking tight, sunshine.”

My pussy constricts around him. “I need you to move,” I whisper.

He starts slow and controlled thrusts.

“You’re driving me crazy. I need more.” I want him to lose control. No, I need him to lose control. “Harder,” I groan.

With my words, Jake starts to pick up the pace. “Fuck yes! Don’t stop,” I yell.

My fingernails dig into his shoulders as pulls all the way out of me, thrusting back in even harder. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.”

My pussy starts to flutter, then he demands, “Rub your clit.”

I move my hand to my clit and start to rub it. Using my pointer and middle finger, I rub in small fast circles. I apply just enough pressure to feel my fingers without digging in. As my orgasm crests, I move faster and faster over my clit, climbing higher and higher as he thrusts into me. My pussy squeezes him so tight and we both fall over the edge.

Sliding down his body, he puts me on my feet. He grabs the loofa, squeezing the soap on it. He rubs it lightly over my skin, cleaning every part of my body. I never thought getting washed in the shower could be so erotic. Neither of us says anything the whole time we are showering, both of us just trying to get our bearings. Sadness takes over me, knowing that in order to keep him safe I have to leave him. And I don’t want to. I just found him.

Once Jake finishes washing both of us off, he turns the water off, then kisses my cheek. “I love you and would love to spend the day in your pussy, but we have somewhere to be.”

I just grin at him, as we leave the shower. We both get dressed and head to wherever he wants to take me. I’ll think about how I will get away to keep him safe in the morning. For now, I’ll just follow him wherever he wants to go.

Chapter eighteen

Jake

We both walk into the closet after our shower. I turn to her, pointing to the dresser. “There are some clothes for you in that drawer.”

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