Page 13 of Purgatory
Oh, he’s such a good kisser it should be illegal.
Breaking the kiss, and my overly excited heart, my auburn-haired savior frees my neck and waist and grabs my wrists. In a dominant move, he pushes them over my head and against the wall, holding them there with one hand. I can no longer control my urges as I thrust my hips up to his, seeking the friction I so urgently desire. He takes his time, descending my needy body and claiming it as he goes with soft, explorative kisses. My jaw, my neck, my collar bone... taking the time to fully worship my breasts one by one. His tongue swirls my nipple, stiffening it into a peak just before he nips at it and then moves to assault the other in a similarfashion.
Oh, God yes....
Continuing his descent down my abdomen, he kneels and pauses, looking up at me while his hands move up my thighs to my waiting core. Slowly, so slowly. My skin has no choice but to turn to gooseflesh at his caress. My breathing becoming more and more erratic, waiting for his impending assault. I’m soaked. I know I am. But if I wasn’t positive, the wet sound of his fingers entering and pulling out of me would have definitely confirmed it. His thumb starts smoothing and circling over my clit as his fingers continue their ministrations. My breathy moans start to come faster now and I know it won’t be long before I explode for him. He looks up at me and gives a wicked smile.
“God, this feels so good. It’s been too long.” I say over my groans of satisfaction.
He lowers his face and....oh he’s gonna...
“OOOHH...YES!!”
His tongue hits my clit and starts swirling and he suctions his mouth so hard my legs start shaking. I can hear him groaning in satisfaction at my taste as he laps up my juices with the hunger of a starving man. I grab his hair and push his face further into me while I shamelessly grind my hips up, no longer in control of my own body as my orgasm starts taking over all function.
“JUST LIKE THAT, DOC! OH, FUCK YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” I scream into the night air.
I hear him laugh.Did he stop? No! Don’t stopI whine in my head.... I hear more laughing now and my vision starts to blur on the edges to black. My irrationally weightless body becomes heavier. I start to come to and realize I must have been dreaming.
No!!! It was such a good dream. Maybe if I just try to fall back asleep it’ll start back up again...
*chuckle* *cough* *chuckle*
Erm.... WTF...
I peek open one of my eyes and find a person sitting in a chair by the bed. Startled, I push back only to hit my head against the headboard. Shaking off the sudden pain I adjust my focus and look around the room.
What the fuck??? Where am I? Oh wait...There was a guy... but not this guy...Where’s the medical-type guy? I liked him. Already gave him a nickname for fuck’s sake. Ah, shit. What’s going on?
My pulse skyrockets at the stranger's perusal. His eyes linger on my chest for just a moment before quickly darting away toward the wall. It's then I notice that I’m still missing my shirt, wearing only my bra, with the bed sheet abandoned at my waist. I quickly retrieve it and wrap it around my form like a toga, almost accidentally strangling myself in the fabric as I rush to twist it around my neck to hide my body. He lifts his hands in front of him in a surrendering, reassuring move.
“Hey, hey, hey. It's ok. Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, ok? I’m Hawk. Cole told me your name is Alessandra?” The handsome stranger says.
Cole. That was Doc’s name. And this one said his name was Hawk. I silently wonder if that’s his actual name or his nickname since he’s sporting a blonde faux hawk. That can’t be a coincidence. I squint my eyes, taking in his form and trusting my gut to let me know if he’s good or bad. Team Jacob or Team Edward? Gryffindor or Slytherin? Who am I kidding? This guy is probably a total Hufflepuff with a side of golden retriever energy. A girl can tell. I decide he can stay and nod my response, looking around the room again for Cole. He must sense my apprehension and continues with his introduction.
“Don’t worry. Cole went to go shower and asked me to watch you. We all live here. Cole, Jax and myself,” he says as myeyes start to flutter in shock.
Three of them... living here together... well, shit, it’s raining men up in this bitch!
“There’s three of you?” My voice scratchy and rough. I start to remember Cole saying that I passed out from heat exhaustion or whatever and look for the water he had earlier.
Nodding yes, Hawk anticipates what I need and lifts a bottle of water, unscrews the cap and hands it to me.
I drink a few sips and utter a ‘thank you.’ Not really knowing what to say or do or ask, I wait for him to continue. He clasps his hands together before resting his elbows on his knees, observing me for a few minutes before moving to another position. It seems like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, looking around the room as if something in the décor might magically change in the span of a second. The nervous energy coming off of him is obvious given his jittery state. He can’t seem to sit still. A few moments pass before he finally speaks again.
“Yea, so, this is Jax’s house. We all came here at the beginning of summer when... well when everything went to shit. This place has everything we need, for the most part, so don’t hesitate to ask if you need something.” He pauses a second, lowering his voice to a serious tone. His focus is suddenly, completely and unrelentingly, on me. The force of his gaze, so powerful, I can’t find the strength to look away. "You're lucky we found you when we did.”
Well, that’s for sure. If I passed out like I did, I probably would have died. Fuck me, I didn’t even think about it when I went to the store. I needed to find water. I was supposed to find water. My stupid brain saw that sweet pillowy goodness and shut down. Sugar coma for the win.
As he said, I’m lucky they found me. Looking down atmy body, I take inventory of any injuries. I appear to be in one piece, unharmed and, thanks to these guys, taken care of. Safe. For once. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well that my body actually allowed itself to dream. It could be because of the dehydration and my body’s need to finally rest. Or maybe it’s because, subconsciously, my body recognizes the goodness in these men and simply let go. Putting trust in them to handle the stress for me.
The thought brings about a light, blissful feeling of belonging. Of acceptance. It’s not one I've felt in a very long while and it’s not one I want to let go anytime soon. Can it ever be that simple, though? Fairy tales don’t actually exist. There’s always a catch. The, proverbial, other shoe to drop.
The big question remains: am I, even, allowed to stay here? No... there’s no way... people are probably territorial of their stuff right now since there’s not much left. I can’t assume they want me to stay. They probably just brought me back here to fix me up and will send me on my way. I get it. The thought alone deflates my mood. But maybe I can find a place nearby so that I can continue to see them from time to time. The sound of another person’s voice is so soothing right now I think I'd cry if I had to go and be completely alone again. But that’s not my choice to make...
I nod. “Well, thank you, and Cole, for being there and taking me in. I'll have to thank Jax for his hospitality when I see him and then I'll be on my way. I don’t want to intrude any more than I already have. I’m sure your supplies are limited as it is and I wouldn’t want to impose. I’ll just get cleaned up and then be out of your way.”
He quickly stands up as I start to move to get out of the bed. Concern displaying across his eyes. “You can’t be serious? I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but it’s not exactly safe out there.” He lifts his hand and aims it out towards the window. “You passed out for crying out loud! Do you even have anywater? Food? Antibiotics?” He turns, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Sorry. It's just, you didn’t see what I did back there. You were walking to that house, happy-go-lucky with your bag of marshmallows and then suddenly, out of nowhere, just collapsed. Like someone shot you. Boom... down you went.” He smacks his hand against his other to elaborate his point. “You. Were. Out. If we weren’t there...” He shakes his head, heaving another breath and shutting his eyes. “I can’t let you go when there’s a possibility of that happening again.” He runs his hand through his messy blonde hair. “We can help you. Take care of you. Please...just let us.”
