Page 54 of Saving Me
I watch her nod her head as her arms wrap around my neck. Her fingers weave into my hair, and I swallow down my emotions that are fighting a raging battle inside me.
“I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you are done running. We face your past together and get this guy out of your life for good. If he contacts you in any way, you tell me. Running from him is not an option anymore…not when you have me as your shield. And I am, Lyla, whether you like it or not. I will stand in the way of anyone who tries to hurt you.”
Pain and fear flash briefly in her eyes before she looks away, deep in thought.
“You have this beautiful family, Jake…a beautiful life. I feel like I’m bringing this ugly, dark thing into it. I don’t want to pull you into that part of my life. The person sitting in front of you now is not the person I’ve been for the past thirteen years. I don’t laugh or smile. I don’t have coffee dates with besties or have girl talks. I sure as hell don’t trust men who I barely met and allow them to touch me like I do you.”
She motions down at her chest, which I marked. “I’m sitting here, half-naked, covered in your cum in the middle of the day at your work. I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she shakes her head, and I see the rawness of emotions in her eyes, which she tries so hard to hide.
“That’s just it. The person in front of me is exactly who you were always meant to be. It just took the right person to find her and bring her back out again. Some parts of your past are dark and ugly, and I wish more than anything that I would have been the one to come into that coffee shop five years ago instead of him, but his dark side will never define you. Yes, I was blessed with a beautiful family and life that up until now I thought was perfect, but it wasn’t… because it didn’t have you in it.”
“Jake…I.” Tears silently start falling down her face, and I brush one away with my thumb. “I’m so scared,” she admits. “I don’t want him to ruin the one thing in my life that’s good,” she whispers.
“I promise you, he won’t. Trust me on this. I just need to know that you will stay no matter what happens. We will face your past together and get you free of him. Do you really think his pussy ass could get past me and my brothers? You are safe with us, Lyla. You have a family now to protect you…thatwantsto protect you…thatwillprotect.”
I’m determined to get her to agree. Either way, I’m keeping her safe, but having her agree will relieve some of my fear that she will disappear if she gets scared.
“I promise. No more running.”
I study her eyes, and relief washes over me when I see the determination in them. Taking her face in my hands, I kiss hersoftly, tasting the saltiness of her tears. My tongue finds hers, and I love how she readily welcomes me.
“Thank you,” I breathe against her lips as we break apart. Leaning back, I raise my eyebrow at her. “Did you say you had a coffee date with a bestie who wasn’t me?”
A smile breaks out on her beautiful face, and I fight the urge to grin back as I peer at her.
“I ran into Eve earlier, and we had coffee. She made it very clear with a contact photo and name, that we are now officially besties.”
“Hmmm. I guess I could share the title with her as long as you know who your best friend was first. That gives me special privileges.”
“You definitely were my first, and I think,” she says, glancing down at her chest covered in my cum, “that you are already getting special privileges.”
I run my finger over her breast and coat her nipple until it’s glistening. “I look damn good on you, too,” I say, my voice thick and full of emotion.
Raising my finger, I touch her bottom lip before pressing inside. Her eyes widen slightly before she sucks my finger clean. My dick twitches between us at the sight as I feel myself start to get hard again. I could easily spend the rest of the afternoon exploring every inch of her.
“We need to get cleaned up and clothes on you now,” I say in a low voice, releasing my finger from those swollen pink lips. “You are quickly becoming my favorite addiction, and I’m finding it really hard to concentrate on anything else. I have a client coming in soon, and I need to prepare my station.”
I reach over and grab an extra t-shirt I had lying around and gently clean her up before wiping my chest. Lifting her up, I fix my pants while I watch her get her dress off the floor. Her round ass bends over, and I groan atthe sight.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe. Her head whips around at the sound of my voice. A small smile plays on her lips when she sees the state my body is in. “Just put your dress back on, Lyla, before my last sane thought leaves my body,” I sigh, running my hand over my face. “My dick is clearly not getting the memo that I have work in twenty minutes.”
“I never knew it could work like that.” She giggles, throwing her dress back on and running a hand through her hair.
“Work like what?” I ask, walking over and reaching for my shirt. I toss it over my head and raise my eyebrow in confusion.
“You know, being able to be ready so fast.” She glances down and blushes at the bulge in front of my jeans.
I bite back a smile as I step closer to her. “I’ve pretty much resigned to the fact that I’ll be in this state twenty-four/seven with you. I don’t know what it is about you, but my need for you runs deep. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully satisfy my craving for you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to either,” she says softly.
“The physical part is just half of it, though.” I weave my hands in her soft hair and run my thumbs across her jawline. “It’s the emotional part that has me chained to you. Do you feel it, too?” I search her eyes for any clue as to what she is feeling. I need to know she’s on the same page as me.
“I feel it,” she breathes inches from me. “I feel it too much.”
I shake my head. “It can never be too much with me…not when your heart is safe in my hands.”
Bending closer, I show her just how much I feel with her as I pour my emotions into this kiss. When I finally break away, I’m satisfied with the look in her eyes telling me she’s right there with me.
