Page 49 of Bound by Wreckage
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Carsyn/Ava
The double shiftjust about did me in. Sixteen hours on my feet is too damn long. They are pretty much numb at this point, and I have no idea how I made it back to my place. Tossing everything to the table and locking the door, I kick off my shoes and fallto the bed. There will be no shower because I can’t move. Exhaustion takes over turning everything black.
Nox’s hands trail up my leg, behind my knee, up my thigh, and to my stomach where he leans over and kisses me softly. His eyes lift to mine showing me the lust and passion he feels in this moment. Me, I feel wanted and cherished. Safe.
He moves between my thighs, his hot tonguelicking a path all the way to my clit, which screams in agony desperately seeking relief.
His hand comes to my hips as he maneuvers me the way he wants me, licking, sucking, nipping and driving me to the brink of orgasm. Like he knows, he pulls back each time making his touches build and build.
“Nox,” I breathe out, moving my hips in time with his lips giving a phenomenal friction.
I’m so close.
Nox pulls away, and my head jerks up. “What?”
His smile is wicked as he kisses his way up my body, stopping at my hardened nipples to circle the tips and massage them. Then he moves up to me, slanting his head and kissing me.
It’s powerful and demanding, yet safe and I feel immersed in it, wanting more and more. His hands move over my body as I move mineon his, feeling the ridges of his chest and abs, my fingertips skipping over them. This man is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
He releases my mouth to look me in the eyes, and he slides his cock inside me and fills me up to the hilt. A cry falls from my lips as his come down on mine, covering the sound.
This is what I want. This is what I need. This is what I crave.
Nox.Safe. Clean and wanting me and only me. He’s the rock I’ve never had since my mother died.
His thrusts become harder, pushing me further and further. It’s right there. Right on the cusp…
I wake with a start then take in my surroundings. My place looks exactly the same, and I’m still in my work clothes from the night before. Damn. Those long shifts really wipe me out, but the moneyis too good to pass up. I’ve only done them twice and know they’re worth it, but it wreaks havoc on my body.
My dreams lately are killing me, having Nox there, then waking to him not being here. It’s a let down I hate, but he invades my dreams and I like that. If I can’t have him, at least I have the memories of him. My safe place, where I can talk, be me, and not feel like I’m on eggshellshoping I don’t fuck something up and get a wrath.
It’s just a dream, but it’s still safe. With Nox, I’m safe.
My feet groan as I stand, still feeling the effects of last night. Making my way to the corner of the room, I pull up the carpet and boards making sure my bag is inside then close it all up. It’s one thing I’ve done religiously every time I come into the room. Last night,though, nothing could move me off the bed. Dead weight doesn’t move.
Getting a whiff of my hair and the food covering my clothes, I make a bee line for the bathroom and wash off the night before then get dressed.
My fridge is getting low, and a food run is going to be on the agenda at some point. It’s my day off, so that’s a good thing. My feet probably wouldn’t make it another eighthours right now.
Finger combing my hair, I look over my low stock of food. Tossing together a sandwich, the television plays in the background while I eat. Nothing good is on, and I end up watching the Home Shopping Network for some God-awful reason.
Looking at the clock, I breathe out a sigh of relief. Last night right before my shift ended, a tattoo artist came in commenting onthe ink on my leg. She told me to come by her shop today at three and she’d do one on the house wanting to grow her portfolio.
Immediately, I knew what I wanted. A way to remember.Him.
Slipping on my tennis shoes, I look out the peephole and see no one outside. The door swings open with ease, and the place is empty. This is good. Grabbing my purse and locking the door, I make myway down the street to the shop.
She, Jade, said that it was on the next block over from the restaurant where I worked. It shouldn’t be that hard. I tried declining last night, telling her that I wouldn’t feel right not paying. And the truth is, I don’t have the money right now for one. But Jade was persistent, saying she wanted a spot on my canvas for her collection.
I shouldn’tbe doing this, taking something for nothing. But once she mentioned it, I knew I needed to do it. Craved it more than I realized.
My eyes dart all around me, just looking and waiting. At any moment, Buck could show up. He could’ve been the one calling Gunny and Sharon’s home and hanging up for all I know. If I’m not there, they won’t get hurt. If I’m invisible, I won’t get hurt.
Walking intoI’m No Angeltattoo shop, Jade’s eyes widen. “You came!”
Plastering on my smile, I respond, “Yeah.”
