Page 16 of Letters to the Lost

Her fingers grazing over my balls makes them draw up, ready to spill into her mouth. I give her a warning tap against her thigh, alerting her that I’m going to come but she doubles down, grinding her pussy on my face, using me as her personal fucktoy.

Unable to hold back anymore, I spear two fingers back into her, fucking her with them while I suck on her clit, grazing my teeth over the now-sensitive nub. Biting down on her swollen nub, I feel her shatter around my fingers, liquid rushing from her over my face as she moans out her release around my cock. The vibrations from her moans are all I need to follow her over the edge. My seed spills out in ropes into her mouth, as she greedily swallows it down.

Pulling her from me, I lay her next to me. A sleepy satisfied grin takes over her face as she gazes up at me, making my heartbeat heavily in my chest.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“I love you, Dominic,” she tells me, her eyes shining with nothing but the truth.

“I love you too, Cupcake,” I reply, “but I haven’t finished telling you my story.”

Kissing her slowly, I pull back before she can deepen it. The temptation to be pulled back into her is so hard to resist.

“Your dad found me in one of his warehouses. I found the men who nearly killed Kathleen, they had been working for The Wedgewood Family and were hitting your dad's shipments that night. Kelvin found me covered in blood, the two men strapped to chairs, having been tortured for days. I had reduced them to blubbering messes, and Kelvin hired me on the spot to be the guy who gets information for him, knowing I could get the job done.”

Expecting her to recoil from me, I lean back but all I can see in her eyes is love and acceptance. Autumn pulls me in for a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entrance and I oblige her, unable to say no to my girl.

“You don’t hate the sight of me now?” I ask her, unable to keep the vulnerability out of my tone.

“Never,” she tells me, her tone final, “I love you for who you are Dominic. I understand to a point. I don’t think I could ever do what you do, but I accept you just as you accept me.”

“You never have to do anything like that Cupcake. Just give me names and I’ll give you their hearts in a box.”

“I’ll get back to you with that one,” she laughs into my chest.

Unable to keep the smile from my face, I pull her closer to me, breathing in the smell of her.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair as she drifts off to sleep in my arms.

Making a silent promise to her that I will kill anyone who ever dares harm her again, that I will make everyone who hurt her in her past suffer for what they did to her.

I drift off alongside her not allowing her to escape me, even in her dreams.

Chapter 7

Autumn

Finally being discharged from the hospital later that day feels like a massive relief but also daunting. Knowing I have to go to this program, and being away from everyone scares the shit out of me, but I know I need to do this to get better at coping with my grief. It won’t fix me, but I need to try to start moving on, I deserve to.

The guys surround me, their faces determined.

“It’s six weeks, then you’ll be home,” Atlas says as he pulls me in for a bone-crushing hug, then his lips are on mine, claiming me, owning me.

“Six weeks,” I say as I pull away, refusing to cry in front of them. The idea of being away from the men who have helped me so much has panic clawing at my insides, but I wanted to be strong for them.

“I love you,” he tells me.

“I love you too.”

“Always have, always will.”

“Always have, always will.”

I’m pulled up into strong arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Zander’s hair tickles against my chin as he buries his head into my neck, pressing gentle kisses against my pulse point that is thundering against my skin.

“You better eat Princess, or I’ll spank your ass red when you get home.”

“Yes sir,” I sass back, his eyes darkening making me squeak. Is this what he likes? Is this why he’s been standoffish with me from the start? Deciding that can be an issue for future Autumn to figure out, I kiss along his jaw before kissing his lips. The scar along his face pulls up in a sexy half-smirk before he releases me back to the floor on wobbly legs.

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