Page 79 of Redemption

“Come in,” he called, his voice thick and I smiled to myself at the delights that awaited me on the other side.

I crept inside and closed the door behind me. The room was pitch black, I couldn’t see in front of me, not even the faint outline of furniture.

Then he was pressed against me, shoving me back into the door and attacking my mouth. There was an urgency to his kisses, an anxiousness that I returned. I didn’t know where it came from, only that I needed him now. I hadn’t ever needed someone, let alone a man, like this before.

My shorts were down and my leg thrown over his shoulder and before I could even beg, his tongue was sliding over me, pressing down and I slumped back against the door, his arm slung over my hips, pinning me in place.

He made me come quickly; fast flicks of his tongues followed by slow, hard presses that had fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I screamed as my body detonated under his touch, my orgasm fast and intense and then I was lifted from the floor.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but this is gonna be hard and fast, Ineedyou,” he grunted as he put me on the bed. I heard him pulling at his clothes, then my legs were spread as wide as they could go and he was shoving himself inside me in swift, brutal, punishing thrusts that made my eyes roll back in my head. I fisted the sheets, moaning and thrashing my head as each powerful pulse of his hips hit a new part of me that I hadn’t discovered.

“Oh my God, yesss,” I moaned. His arms went under my ass, tilting my hips and I babbled like a mad woman as he panted over me.

“Goddamn it’s so good,” he huffed, amazement in hisvoice and I would have smiled if I wasn’t busy moaning over what this man was doing to me. “I’ll never get enough,” he added.

My body began readying for another peak that I thought was impossible. I felt it rolling through me like a wave, slowly building in intensity. He kissed my neck, laved his tongue over my skin and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me. He worked his way up to my ear and his hot breaths over my sensitive lobe had shivers wracking me.

“Scream for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. And like he cast a spell on me, my body tightened and that wave crashed into the shore. I screamed, the sound muffled at the end as he clamped a hand over my mouth. I bit down on his fingers as my body continued pulsing and I heard his curse as he shuddered on top of me and filled me up.

After a while I tapped his hand and he removed it from my mouth and rolled to his side, pulling me with him. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and he stroked my spine.

“I panicked. Although I wanted you to scream for me, I didn’t want all your sisters and Leo barging in to see what the noise was,” he chuckled.

I giggled sleepily. “No one’s ever made me scream like that before.” I nipped at his pec.

He groaned and tightened his grip around me. “You say the sweetest things.” We lay in silence, both of us drifting into sleep. When I awoke later with a start it was because he was crying out.

“No, don’t touch me!” he shouted, writhing in the bed, the sheets tangled around him.

“Jack?” I asked, confused and sleepy.

“I’m sorry!” he shouted.

“Jack? Are you okay?” I shookhim but he didn’t respond. I got up and padded over to the light and flicked it on and he lay in bed, asleep but sweat poured from him and his brow was pinched, his lip wobbling.

“Charlie, don’t leave me here alone. Please come back!” he wailed, and my heart beat faster, my eyes filling with tears at the pain in his voice.

I settled next to him and stroked his damp brow, shushing gently.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, I’m sorry Charlie!” he called out again and tears sprang to my eyes. He was stuck in a nightmare. We’d never spoken about the history between us other than some mentions of Daddy visiting him in prison but we never talked about my mother. She hung between us like a ghost that we both ignored.

Now she was front and center, demanding attention.

“It’s okay,” I soothed but I didn’t know which of us I was soothing. Eventually he settled and the little whimpers that fell from his lips tore me in two.

There was a scratching at the door followed by a low whine from Teddy and I got up and let him into the room. He bounded straight over to Jack and rested his head on the edge of the mattress, just staring at Jack, and the sight almost broke my heart.

Jack never gave any signs that what happened still affected him, or if he did, he hid it well. But it was in his dreams that this strong, gentle and unbreakable man was tortured by his actions and memories.

He slowly began to settle, and I laid myself over his damp body, needing connection and some comfort for all the emotions this brought up for me too. Would this be our future? Our ghosts lingering between us, jumping out and scaring us when we thought everything would be fine?

Did we even have a future?

My mind kept me awake all night, locked on conflicting thoughts of me, Jack, and our lives. When the sun rose in the morning, I kissed his forehead and leaving him in Teddy’s capable paws, I snuck back home. It was the weekend so I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him in an hour to work on the ranch. I got back into my own bed and tried to sleep. I dozed for a little while but awoke when my phone beeped.

Jack:Where’d you go?

I smiled sadly.

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