Page 54 of O'Mega's Revenge
But as soon as I got it rolled down to my root, I lifted her, wrapping both lovely legs around my waist. Then slid home.
Her inhale stuttered with pleasure. “That.”
I slid out and back in, holding her close at the apex. “This?”
A flex of her hips that made our bodies a fraction closer and my dick just that much deeper inside her almost did me in. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
“Ditto, big guy.” She braced herself, using my shoulders as leverage to arch her body and move on my dick.
I helped, getting a feel for the rhythm she set. She was so responsive and sweet as she ground down with a moan each time I hit the limit of her depths.
At the slow pace, I had a moment when my eyes focused on her face. This was her in all her glory. A woman who trusted me completely. The realization crept past all my defenses, accompanied by a slow dawning of fear.
Our pace quickened, driven by need, fear, pleasure, and time. I caught her right before she tipped over the edge and forced her to look me in the eye. “Promise me.”
“Anything.” Her head fell back against the wall as her body curved to take me as deep as possible. “Anything, Wolf.”
I pressed harder. “Promise me you won’t go alone.” I needed this. I knew what she was planning. A sacrifice. Her body for our lives. “I need you.”
Whether I meant it as, “I need you to promise me,” or as it hung in the air between us, it didn’t need clarification. I did need her. I needed her always, but tonight, I needed more. I wanted forever with this woman. I needed it like a man needs air to breathe.
“Promise.” She took control, clamping her legs around me and clawing my neck.
That was what I needed. I spilled into the condom with gasping triumph. As I did, I let slip one more fear into the dark. “I love you.”
Her body tensed. She dug her nails into my scalp, trying to get me to move my head so she could look at me. But I wasn’t going to give her that. I needed to be as close to her skin as possible so there would be nothing between us. “I love you,” I whispered it into her neck and again into her ear.
The sharp pain from her fingernails bit deeper. This time I obliged and looked her in the eye. “Not walking it back.”
Her mouth was open. The feral look was gone, replaced by something so lost and afraid, I was tempted to apologize.
But then she floored me. “I’ve loved you ever since you put me on your bike that first night.”
“Yeah?”
I knew which night she meant. She was a wild thing, rightfully afraid of the biker who won her in a card game. I unlocked the cage and carried her outside. She tried to run but didn’t make it far. Her lack of clothing was one problem. Her injuries were another. But she tried to get up over and over, no matter how much damage she did to herself or how many times she fell.
Eventually, she crawled. I followed, like the wolf of my namesake, biding my time until she collapsed.
But instead of pouncing on her, I covered her with my t-shirt, then my jacket. Then I dug in my saddle bags and found a smelly thermal I’d shoved there months before. The size difference between us made it easy for me to slip it over her bottom half. With those make-shift clothes on her, getting bloody and dirtier, I carried her to my bike and explained every step of the way. I promised her a bath, rest, food, and a doctor.
At that last suggestion, she fought me. Even broken, she was terrified of him. It was my buddy, Ice, who suggested she probably had issues.
I remember saying something sarcastic back at him. But he was right.
In that dark parking lot, I held up my pinky and made a promise to her. She took it with understandable hesitation, allowing one weak moment to trust another person, even despite the lessons of her past. She shook as our fingers locked.
That was then. This time when she held up a pinky for me to promise something different, her nerves were calm. I took her vow and added my own.
“I promise to love you as long as I can. Not because of some fucked up sense of ownership, but simply because you’re the strongest woman I know.” I meant every damn word.
Her nod indicated we were good.
I slipped out of her and tied off the condom. That got shoved into a bin for recycled paper amid a crumpled stack of sheets.
She put her dress to rights and let me wipe her down with my handkerchief.
“Not too bad of damage. You ready?” She smoothed a line where we’d crushed the silk between our bodies.
