Page 101 of Estranged Heart
I swallow the thickness in my throat. “All right now?”
“Whenever we want. I want every day to be an option. Not because you need someone to go with you but because you want only me to.”
“But . . . what will people say? It’s crazy. My wife . . . What she did. And me . . .” I choke on a breath and he brings our hands to my heart.
“What does it feel like to you in here? What do we feel like?” His eyes are full of emotion.
“Everything. Home.”
“Then don’t walk away from it. Not today or tomorrow. Stay where everything is. Where home is. Stay with me.”
“Yeah.” I nod, my heart feeling like it’s bursting. “Yeah, okay.”
His mouth smashes to mine again and we take longer to break apart this time. I no longer feel the coldness from the rain or the stares from random strangers exiting the bar. Only him.
He follows me to my apartment in his car, parking beside me. Looking around, he links his fingers with mine. “Where are we?”
“My new apartment. I decided to sell the house. It didn’t feel right staying there anymore. It didn’t really feel safe either.”
He nods in understanding. “Makes sense. I’ve considered doing the same many times.” He lets out a sigh, his lips twisting. “Take me inside and show me what you’ve done with the place.”
I drag him forward and we walk side by side so naturally, automatically coming back to each other like magnets after walking up the stairs. “It’s still a work in progress,” I warn. “But I also don’t want to get too attached either since I plan on looking at houses. Somewhere with a back yard, where I can have a greenhouse.”
“And a pool?” he says, pressing his front to my back as I stop in front of the door.
My breaths hitch. “And a pool.” I turn the key in the lock and lead him inside. The living room lights up when I flick the switch on the wall and his gaze lies heavy on me as he guides me to the couch, yanking me down with him. His mouth finds mine and his hands tug on my clothes, unbuttoning my pants.
“The bedroom is back that way.” I swallow hard.
“It’s also too far and you look so damn good on any couch I lay you on.” He licks across my mouth. “I need you. All of you. So damn bad,” he says, sounding partly deranged as he pulls down my pants and underwear in one quick motion.
“I need you too. I have this whole time.” I reach for him as he presses kisses to my inner thigh before pulling back to remove his shirt. We share way too many kisses while sliding our hands everywhere, and Elijah kicks off his pants, forcing my legs apart.
“Lube?”
“Olive oil in the kitchen near the stove.” My breaths are shallow as he climbs off the couch and quickly moves to get the oil. He returns seconds later, kissing me again while slicking up his thick cock. Purple and swollen, the fat head presses to my dry entrance, wetting every place it touches.
“You already feel so good,” he says with rushed breaths, pressing dripping fingers to my entrance and rubbing around my sensitive nerve endings. “I’ve missed you. This pretty little hole. The way your body surrenders so easily to me. All of it.” He slides a little past my rim, teasing me some more. “I’ve been waiting for you all this time. For you to run into me again. I don’t know if either of us is ready or not, but I don’t think staying away from each other any longer is going to help us figure it out. Sometimes you just have to go where life takes you and hope it’s the right direction. You’ve always felt like that for me. It’s the reason I always went wherever you dragged me.” He brushes his nose over mine, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth.
I brush the strands of loose hair from his eyes, smiling up at him, my heart overcome with this wonderful and overwhelming feeling. “I guess I better keep dragging you everywhere with me then.” I tug on his head, bringing his mouth down to mine, and thrust my tongue between his parting lips. “I’ve missed you too, for far too long, and I’d rather not have to know what that’s like again.”
“You won’t have to.” Spreading my legs further apart, he lifts my hips and slowly drives himself inside me, pausing once he passes my tight ring of muscle. I clench around him, soft moans slipping past my lips, and my sounds vibrate between us as hecaptures my mouth again. His hips thrust forward, hard and fast, after giving me time to adjust for what’s to come. My body takes him deeper into me, my thighs tensing and back arching.
God, I really have missed him. I’d really walked away from this. What made sense at the time no longer does. Too much had happened and I was processing everything around me, not sure I could fit anyone into my world at the time. I don’t feel that way anymore. All this space opens up inside me as if it’s been putting itself aside for him this whole time.
Our bodies cling to each other, writhing and calling for more as we take it. Elijah pumps into me faster, my tight channel opening up more for him with each slam of his hips. He finds that magical spot inside me that has me feel like I’m flying and falling at the same time, my hole spasming.
“Oh!” I call out, holding him tighter to me, and he wraps his fingers around my cock, drowning me in pleasure. I stop trying to swim up for air, letting myself slip into the deep end. My orgasm hits me hard. I’m smiling and laughing at the same time, buzzing sensations bouncing inside me.
Elijah pulls out of me as I come all over my stomach and his hand.
“Look at you,” he says, panting in between his words, eyes elated. “How lucky am I to get to see you this way? To be the reason you’re nearly passing out from coming too hard?”
He strokes his cock, pumping fast into his hand. His body shakes and he leans forward, tensing on top of me as his release mixes with mine. He’s the lucky one? Yeah, pretty sure I am. This man chased after me tonight. He told me he’d waited for me and didn’t want to let me go again. Now he’s smiling down at me with flushed skin, pressing his sweaty body to mine. Yeah, I’m definitely the one who’s lucky. He kisses my chin and then my lips, the corners of his tilting at the same time as mine. Or perhaps we’re both lucky.
“I love you, Silas.” His spent cock softens against mine, and he rubs his face into my neck before looking me in the eyes. “I love you.”
His words echo around us and I feel them everywhere. In my heart and my soul. They’re for me and me alone. There might be moments where he says them to Landon but right here and now they’re for me.
