Page 42 of Fury
Sky shoves her tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine as I undo her bra, pulling it down her arms before I remove my cut, chucking it in the middle of the room without a care.
Skylar’s fingers go to my shirt and she lifts it, breaking the kiss for a moment to remove it before my lips find hers again while I undo my jeans. I shuck them down along with my boxers while I toe off my boots and grab Sky’s ass to lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist.
Kicking off my jeans, I break the kiss and turn us as her lips go to my neck, goosebumps rising on my body as she gently bites my skin, and my patience is gone.
I take a seat on her couch before gripping her hair with one hand, moving her lips back to mine while my other goes between us. I tear her panties, groaning at the soaked fabric as I throwthem on the floor. Sky gently rubs her bare cunt over my cock, her arousal soaking me before she lifts a little, and I grab my dick and position it at her entrance.
In one thrust, she takes me whole, and I moan, deepening the kiss, finally feeling at home having her warmth wrapped around me and my hold on her hair tightens and I grip her hip.
Sky doesn’t hold back, despite her pussy gripping me tightly, she works her hips up and down, then swivels to rub her clit against my pelvis. I let her do her thing while enjoying the sensation as I kiss her like I need her to breathe. The kiss is full of tongue and teeth… exactly what we need right now.
Our breathing mixes, sweat dripping from us as her walls begin to flutter around me, tightening even more when I bite her bottom lip. I grip her hip with one hand, keeping my other in her hair to control our kiss and help guide her up and down, her pace increasing as her orgasm peaks.
“Nyx!” she gasps, throwing her head back while swiveling her hips, and my lips find her nipple, taking it into my mouth as I suck hard before biting it. She detonates, screaming her orgasm as it takes her, her cum spreading between us. Her walls squeeze me, strangling my cock, and I moan as my spine tingles and my balls tighten. I finally let loose, emptying myself inside her moaning and deep down, I hope and fucking pray I knock her up to make her mine always. I yank her down, keeping her hips against mine, but helping her swivel to ring out her orgasm all while I suck and bite her nipples with my cock still half hard, twitching inside her.
Fuck I’ve missed her…
I smile as I press my lips against Skylar’s head that’s on my chest, her body half lying on mine, and I gently run my fingers through her hair, finally feeling fucking content.
After two rounds, this is how we ended, and have stayed for an hour after I gently helped her put on my shirt. I feel so fuckinghappy I am refusing to move, but my girl has other ideas making me sigh. Skylar sits up, pushing herself off my bare chest, my shirt swallowing her, and I frown. I want her back where she belongs, but worry hits me seeing the tears in her eyes as she plays with her fingers.
“Talk to me, precious,” I whisper as I gently rub my hand over her bare thigh. “Do you regret it?” I ask and she shakes her head as a few tears fall and a small part of me is relieved but the larger part is terrified at what has gotten her so upset. “Then what’s wrong?” I ask gently.
She chokes, “You’re going to hate me and never speak to me again.”
I smile gently and murmur, “I’ve spent nearly five years without you, Skylar. There is nothing you could say that would push me away ever.”
And I mean every fucking word.
“Even if I told you that I lost our baby?” she asks quietly, her tears coating her lips and mine part in shock.
Wait, what?
“I-I,” she stutters as I gently move from underneath her legs and grab my jeans, not wanting to be fully naked for this conversation, needing to give her my all.
I quickly put my jeans on, then kneel before her, gently rubbing my hands along her thighs and despite not feeling it I ask calmly, “Explain, precious,” because surely this amazing woman did not have a miscarriage and I was none the fucking wiser.
Please fucking tell me she did not go through that alone while I was there for Lacey with Tate.
Please, please, please…
“You’d just broken up with me, admitted to lying to me, to starting us up on a lie, basically being a mole for the club, that you were going to be a dad… and I-I, I came here and tried tocontrol my emotions but-but the pain was too much, I felt like I couldn’t breathe,” she chokes, and I swallow hard, my pulse vibrating through my head with pain. “I felt it before I realized what was happening, and Mama ran into the bathroom,” she explains, not looking at me, “She stayed with me in the hospital.”
Breathing becomes difficult, and I croak, “The stress caused the miscarriage?”
“Yes,” she confirms, not sugarcoating it, and that one low whisper will forever burn in my heart full of sorrow and pain. I slowly rest my forehead on her knees, not knowing what to say, what to do.
Nearly five years and I’ve finally broken down her walls, broken down the reason why she won’t trust me, and it isn’t because of the club or because of Brick and Blade. It’s because I inadvertently caused her miscarriage…
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“See,” she sniffles, “I told you that you’d hate me.”
I squeeze my eyes tight.
How in the fuck could she think that I’d hate her? I fucking understand why she kept it from me. She resented me for being there for someone else instead of her when she needed me the most, and then her resentment turned to hate.
Her keeping me at arm’s fucking length was her way to protect herself.
