Page 27 of Sip
She’s too tiny for me to manhandle the way I’m used to. I don’t mind. I’m changing everything for her. Needing air she pulls away, panting against my lips. “Killian? What are we going to do?”
She realizes we’ve gone too far to turn back now. Although she doesn’t realize she has zero worries. More than putting my baby into her. She’s mine. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“How? We’re…this…is wrong.”
Wrong.An interesting concept. I’ve never let morality guide my decisions before, and I don’t plan to start now. Especially if an attempt at decency steals her away from me. She may be an ethical person but I’m not and nothing will keep her from me. “That’s a tomorrow problem. We’re not worrying about it tonight.”
“But I’m married to someone else.”
“You love me.”
Tears well in her eyes from the fierce proclamation, and she looks down. I know that expression. Shame.
“That doesn’t make it okay. We can’t really be together. We can’t–”
Me spinning us around ends her argument. I carry her to my—our— bed and lay her down. Instantly, she sits up and attempts to shove off of the mattress. Just as quick, I push her back and cover her body with mine. She doesn’t struggle underneath me since she knows I’ll never hurt her. My rock-hard cock nestled against her pussy keeps her docile too. “I just made love to you and now I’m going to hold you. I do not give a damn what anyone else wants or thinks but you. And regardless of whatever that is right now, you’re still staying with me.”
I’m exhausted physically and mentally but I leave the lamp burning because I want to see her face. I roll to my side and pull her close, resting her head on my bicep and draping my arm around her waist. If she’s nervous to be trapped, she doesn’t show any apprehension.
We lie in silence for a few minutes until the tips of her fingers lightly brush across my forehead and down my jawline. Unaccustomed to tenderness, I find myself relaxing more than I’ve ever been in my life. Under her hypnotic caress, my eyes fall shut and I let her stroke my skin. “Tell me about school. What were you working on in your classes?”
It takes a few seconds for her to respond to my request. She starts with a sigh, apparently arguing with herself. Eventually I win because she finally answers.
“Did you know there’s a theory that if you have kids do a physical activity while they learn, they’ll focus better and retain the information longer?”
A giggle wafts toward me when I shake my head.
“I didn’t either. So to demonstrate the professor had us string beads or hula hoop while we recited five German phrases. I was shocked I could even do it since I’ve never hula hooped before. But when he tested us two days later, I remembered them perfectly.”
That’s my girl— a genius. Peace engulfs me from her words, and I listen to more of her stories about practicing her penmanship on the white board and using a commanding voice to reign in the kids until I guess I don’t anymore. I wake from the feel of her soft lips on mine and a whisper against my skin.
“Good night Killian.”
I tuck her against me completely. It certainly is.
Sunlight creates wide lines across the carpet when I open my eyes. I grin to myself from Grace tiptoeing to the bathroom. She thinks she’s going to sneak away. I enjoy the slight bounce of her small tits and curve of her pink bottom. I chuckle when her bare feet touch the freezing tile, and she shivers from the cold. I’ll have to bump up the heat now that she’s staying with me.
“Good morning pixie.”
Startled from my voice, she spins around, covering herself with her negligée. My dick was already hard, and now I’m up too. “Do not hide from me.”
A frown answers my gruff tone. She swallows hard and steps back. I stalk to her. “You’re gorgeous and I always want to see you.”
The displeasure in her expression softens from my accurate compliment. Or maybe my cock aiming up and at her has her rethinking her censure of my command.
“Thank you.”
God, she’s adorable. “You’re welcome. Now go pee or whatever you were going to do and then I want to talk to you.”
Once again blushing and bashful, she hurries farther inside and closes the door. Lucky, I have the chance to figure out my game plan for us. Despite how much she wants to, we cannot go back to the way things were. Living in constant awkwardness will destroy her. I have to help her end the battle between guilt over leaving her husband and loving me.
Every last thought in my head evaporates when she opens the door. Standing in only a towel, her gaze flicks to me and back to the carpet, uncertain what to do. Jesus. “Come here.”
My voice is low and gravelly from the glorious vision of her in front of me. I hold out my hand while the other wraps around my cock. Impossible to resist, I begin to stroke, readying myself for her.
Slow but direct, she follows my order. Slender fingers entwine with mine once she reaches me. She waits. God she waits so beautifully for my next demand. Fuck two days. I have to have her now. “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Her mouth opens but whatever response she is going to offer is lost from the alarms screaming to life around us. The shrill wailing is painful on purpose. Her hands fly to ears protecting them from the audio assault. Threats are a part of this world, but when someone attacks the house, they’re on a mission to end us. We can’t fuck around.
