Page 100 of Broken Skulls

I pull her hands down, and stare into her eyes. “I’m glad you brought this up. It’s important for us to communicate, especially about our intimacy. Is that something you want?” I ask.

“I’d never thought about it until the other day, when I was talking to Danielle. We went right back to our easy conversations, but better now that we’re both really happy.”

I rub my nose against hers. “You’re happy?”

“Happier than I’ve ever been,” she admits quietly. She shakes her head and continues her story. “Anyway, she made a joke about not being able to sit down, because her butt was still sore from … well, from a funishment … if that’s what you want to call it. It made me curious if you might be interested in that sort of thing.”

I tap my fingers over her leg. “Right now that’s not something I think I could do. I watched my father hit my mother. I know it’s not the same thing, but …” My throat constricts at the thought of laying my hands on her. “I could never hurt you,” my voice breaks.

Her shoulders fall, and I’m not sure if it’s in disappointment or relief. “I love you.” She kisses me lightly at the corner of my mouth, letting me know she’s not disappointed. “I feel safe with you, Jacob.”

My fingers trace over the back pocket of her jeans.

“Don’t feel too safe,” I whisper in her ear. “I may not hurt you for pleasure, but it doesn’t mean I won’t tie you up and torture you with my tongue.”

My hand roams up the back of her shirt, not stopping until my fingers curl around the back of her neck. I gently hold her close, my lips barely brushing hers.

“That doesn’t sound so …” Her sentence fades between us. Her gaze trails my tongue as I slide it over the corner of my mouth. “Bad,” she finishes on a whimper.

Our stare remains heated until a slow grin begins to dimple her cheek.

“Now I’m kind of hoping I don’t find anything today.”

Oh, this little flirt.

“Is that so?”

Her gaze goes to my mouth, and she shifts on my lap. “I mean, how much punishment could your tongue delve out?” A little “pfft” escapes her lips, and she rolls her eyes.

The brat in Elizabeth has me popping the button on her jeans. Her eyes widen when I turn her against my chest and slide my palm down the front of her pants. As quickly as I can, I make her come.

She’s breathing heavily when I remove my hand and wipe it over my jeans.

“That was just one finger. I promise you my tongue can make it happen faster. Question is, how many times can you handle coming, Elizabeth?” My breath rushes over her ear, and she shivers.

I give her a few more minutes to enjoy her post orgasmic trembles before I start up the forklift. She sits forward and moans.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

“A little sensitive?”

The way she looks back at me almost has me coming undone, but I have to get these cars crushed before tomorrow.

I love having Elizabeth by my side while I work. It’s nice to have someone to laugh with.

“One more, and then we’ll be done for the day,” I tell her as I lift another vehicle.

“Wait!” She grabs my hand, stopping me with the car in mid-air. She points. “Do you see it?”

My gaze follows her finger. Little rainbows glint off a glass dragonfly hanging from the car’s rearview mirror.

“Put it down,” she orders.

As soon as I get the car back on solid ground, she scrambles off my lap.

My heart swells at the smile on her face when she has it in her grasp. She’s beaming. “I’ve found my something beautiful! I’m going to go inside and clean it up!” she yells to me over the motor of the forklift.

Before I even nod, she’s taking off toward the house at a jog. It makes me happy, but I’ll admit, I’m a bit anxious too. Not that I don’t trust her. I do. It’s the rest of the world I don’t have faith in. Maybe I should look at getting some cameras set up. I’ll have to talk to the guys about it tomorrow.

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