Page 7 of Her Saviors

“Thank you, Wheels,” she says, placing her hand on my chest and causing my breath to still in my lungs as I let her do whatever she’s about to.

“You don’t have to thank me, Brooklyn,” I state, my voice deeper as desire for this woman fills me like every other day I’m around her. “Soul and I will always make you feel safe, secure, protected, so you can be the person you’re truly meant to be, and like the queen you are. That’s not somethin’ you’ll ever have to thank either one of us for.”

Brooklyn nods her head at me in response and I turn back to face the stove where the burgers are cooking. She grabs out the cheese before starting to cut up the vegetables she’ll put on her burger. I’m not one who likes all that healthy shit on my burgers and will have only cheese on it with the bun while Brooklyn has the burger, cheese, ketchup, mayonnaise, and the vegetables she feels as if she has to eat during every meal. Another thing she still does from her time spent with Bennett and his family. Her parents certainly never had any money to buy fruit and vegetables unless they stole it from her and then it wasn’t spent on food for her.

With the burgers finally done, I pull out the asparagus from the oven where I placed it to keep warm. I also pull out the homemade fries from the oven and place everything on top so we can dish up our plates of food. While I load mine up with as much food as possible, our girl takes barely enough food to feed a bird in my opinion. Brooklyn definitely eats more than she did when we first brought her back to the compound, but it’s still not enough. Soul agrees with me on this subject.

Taking our plates to the couch in the living room, we sit down and I hand her the remote so she can choose something to watch during dinner. Soul is working tonight and I know he’d rather be here on the couch with us. Instead, he’s suffering through the bullshit I’ve already dealt with today. Brooklyn sits closer to me than ever before and after she had her hand on my chest a little while ago, it does something to me and I have to hold back from pulling her into my lap. It doesn’t stop me from watching her from the side of my eye as she nervously eats and tries to pretend as if she’s watching the action movie we picked out.

When Brooklyn gets nervous, she does a few different things. One thing is biting her bottom lip to the point she almost draws blood. Everything in me is telling me to pull it from between her teeth and run my finger along the full, lush part of her mouth. I barely manage to refrain. Another thing she does is twirl a small section of her hair around her finger. Right now, she’s pulling the strands so tight it’s almost cutting off the circulation to her finger. Brooklyn presses her leg against mine as we remain sitting close and eating instead of talking. I can feel her trembling through my jeans as she eats faster than I’ve ever seen her up to this point.

When we’re done eating, Brooklyn gets up to take our plates into the kitchen as I lean back deeper into the couch cushions and try to discreetly adjust my hard cock in my jeans. Having her so close to me is playing havoc with my body and I’m ready to give her all of me and take whatever she’s willing to give me in return. Fuck!

Brooklyn makes her way back in the living room and instead of taking her seat next to me again, she turns to face me until I look up at her. Again, her lip is stuck between her teeth and I want to reach up and pull it out. Before I can make a move, Brooklyn shocks the hell out of me. She slowly places one knee on the couch right next to me and then her other knee goes to the opposite side of my lap. There’s the slight hesitation on her part before she lowers her body completely onto me. I feel her warm pussy through her leggings and my jeans as her body lines up with my cock. The groan escapes me before I can put a stop to it.

“Little Warrior, what are you doin’?” I ask her as she places one hand on my chest.

“I’m showing you that I’m ready for more, Wheels. I’m not gonna break or fall apart if you and Soul touch me. I want to kiss you and feel what it means to have sex with someone I truly care about for the first time in my life. This is my decision to make, and I’m making it. I want to be with you. Just like I want to be with Soul. If you don’t want me, that’s okay,” she says, tears already filling her eyes as she looks up at me.

“Brooklyn, don’t you feel how hard I am? That’s just from sittin’ on the couch with you. I want to fuck you, make love to you, and show you exactly what you fuckin’ mean to me, Brooklyn. Soul is the same when he’s in the same room as you. We’re both so fuckin’ gone for you and have been waitin’ for you to tell us you’re ready for more. We will never push you to do somethin’ you don’t wanna do,” I assure her as I slowly reach out and run my hands up Brooklyn’s legs to her thighs and just rest them there.

“Then take me to bed, Wheels,” she says as I stand from the couch with Brooklyn in my arms and head for her bedroom.

Walking in the room, I don’t stop until I’m at Brooklyn’s bed and turn to sit down with her still in my lap.

“You’re in complete control here, Little Warrior,” I tell her as Brooklyn hesitates just a second before leaning in to press her lips against mine.

I don’t move a muscle as she finally opens her mouth and slides her tongue against the seam of my lips. Finally, I open my mouth as she slides her tongue inside to tangle with mine. She takes her time exploring my mouth and I tighten my fingers on her thighs the slightest bit trying not to cause her any pain.

“Kiss me back, Wheels,” she says after breaking our kiss.

“I’ll kiss you back as long as you call me by my given name—Jayce,” I tell her as she nods her head.

This time I lean in to kiss her. Brooklyn immediately opens her mouth for me and I slide my tongue inside, exploring every inch. She moans while reaching up to push my hat from my head so she can run her fingers through my hair. It’s not really long, but the feeling of her nails against my scalp does something to me. We kiss until we’re both breathless and Brooklyn breaks the kiss while I press my forehead to hers, keeping my eyes closed.

“Too many clothes, Jayce,” she states, making me groan with my name in her sweet voice starting to play on repeat in my mind.

Sitting back, I slide my cut over my shoulders and place it on the end of the bed. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt off with one hand and watch as Brooklyn’s pupils dilate and her eyes fill with desire and lust. Before I can move her off my lap, Brooklyn pulls her shirt over her body and I find her chest already naked. She’s not wearing a bra right now. I suck in a breath and hold it as I take in every inch of Brooklyn’s exposed skin. There are so many scars covering her body and the dim lighting shows them as light pink or a silvery color based on how old and bad they are. Brooklyn tries to cover her tits with her arms, and I stop her.

“I want to see every inch of your gorgeous, sexy body, Brooklyn. Don’t ever try to hide from me,” I slightly admonish her as she drops her arms back down and lets me look as long as I want at her.

Standing up once again, I lower Brooklyn to the bed and lean down to kiss every single scar on her torso. With each kiss, Brooklyn squirms and writhes under my touch. I keep my eyes locked on her face so I can tell if she becomes distressed or uncomfortable with anything I’m doing to her. As I kiss the last scar, I slide my hands down her body to the top of her leggings. She immediately nods her head at my silent request to remove them from her body. I lean back, pulling her pants and underwear down at the same time so her entire body is exposed to my sight.

“So. Fuckin’. Stunnin’,” I whisper, my voice barely heard above her pants and the rapid beat of my heart.

I pull Brooklyn up from the mattress and sit behind her, brushing her hair over her shoulder so her entire back is exposed to my look and touch. There are so many horrible, jagged looking scars covering her skin. Some of them are so thick and angry looking after healing. I’m sure they look so rough because she didn’t have the necessary medical things to treat her wounds and no one would’ve helped her take care of her body.

Leaning forward, I press my lips against the worst looking scar and Brooklyn’s body goes tight with tension.

“You are so sexy, Brooklyn. Each of these marks against your skin is sexy and when Soul is here with us, we’ll spend hours kissing and worshiping every single one of them. You’ll know exactly how we feel about you and how we view you. My words aren’t a lie and we’ll spend the rest of our days provin’ it to you,” I tell her, my voice rough with the emotions coursing through me as tears fill my eyes from the damage that’s been done to her over the years. “I’m gonna take off my pants and then lay back on the bed. I told you that you were in control and that’s what I meant. This is your show and you can use my body however you want.”

“I need you, Jayce. Please don’t make me wait,” she pleads with me while taking in every inch of my chest and abs after I stand from the bed and move back in front of her.

I unzip and unbutton my jeans after removing my belt. Pushing them down, it only takes a second for my cock to be exposed to her gaze since I’m not wearing boxers. I only wear them to bed at night so I don’t mess with Brooklyn’s head by sleeping naked. My jeans soon drop to the floor with a thud from all the crap in my pockets. I reach out and grab Brooklyn’s hand to pull her from the bed so she’s standing next to the bed as I turn and sit down before laying back and placing my hands beneath my head so I don’t reach out and touch her in ways she doesn’t want me to.

Brooklyn slowly makes her way closer to me and slides her hands up my body. For the first time in my life, a woman’s touch leaves goosebumps on my skin as she explores the skin and muscles of my body. With every noise I make, I watch in amazement as Brooklyn grows more confident in her touches. When her hands get to my cock, she reaches out with one and grips my length. I can’t stop myself from closing my eyes and tipping my head back from the contact of her soft, delicate hand wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck, Brooklyn. You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me from a simple touch,” I manage to growl out between clenched teeth.

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