Page 21 of Holland
“You want to tell me what had your forehead all scrunch up and that pout on your lips or should I take a guess?” He didn’t sound mad, but there was a definite seriousness to his tone. I fidgeted a little with the blanket wrapped around my chest. There were questions I needed answers to, but what if I didn’t like the answers. Fuck it, if there was one thing, I’d learned from dealing with Lorenzo it was tomorrow was not promised.
“It’s the Hades Rejects.” I let that statement sit between us for a minute. Holland reached over and pulled me into his arms, his chin resting on top of my head.
“Ah...that’s a long story, but I’ll tell it to you.” He told me about the struggles he faced while trying to stay within the law. How staying within the law probably prevented them from finding Bliss sooner, he held a lot of guilt for what happened to her. But the Rejects were the ones who got Bliss her justice. Then he explained how when Jesse killed a man in self-defense instead of thanking her, the police investigated her. He talked about how the last straw was when their hands were tied when trying to find his sisters. The Rejects stepped up and helped him not only find them, but exact retribution.
It didn’t sound like the Rejects just killed people to kill them, not that he admitted they killed anyone. But I knew what he meant by retribution and justice for those women. They sounded more like vigilantes righting the wrongs that the cops couldn’t or wouldn’t. Maybe I’d been wrong about them.
“So you’re saying they are misunderstood heroes?” I wasn’t completely picking up what he was putting down, but I wanted to believe he wasn’t involved with people like Cain. Yeah, it was shitty to think guilt by association, but if you hung out with guys like that you tended to pick up some of their bad habits. I couldn’t afford a repeat, no matter what my feelings for Holland were.
“No, definitely not heroes. More like The Red Hood from Batman. They dish out justice with no regrets. I won’t lie to you, they don’t work within the spectrum of the law and it bothers me sometimes, but they don’t hurt anyone who doesn’t have it coming. They’ve always been there for me, even when I couldn’t be there for them.” Holland twirled a piece of my hair with his fingers before reaching his hand behind my neck and bringing our lips together in a scorching kiss.
“Damn, what is it about you Bella? When you’re around all I want to do is touch you. It’s like there are magnets inside us pulling us together. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this shit.” He touched our foreheads together, cupping my cheek. I leaned into his touch like I’d done it a hundred times before. It felt so fucking natural with him, like I didn’t have to put out any effort. I could just be with him.
“You aren’t the only one. Fuck.” I sighed as he kissed me softly.
“I can’t do this Holland. I can’t.” I tried to stand, but he held onto my arm.
“What can’t you do Bella?” His eyes searched my face, for what I don’t know, but his expression changed to one of aloofness and ease.
“You can’t do me? Because, sweet cheeks you already have, twice.” He released my hand when I glared down at him, his words cutting deep.
“Ah, there he is, the real you. Here I thought you were talking about some kind of real connection. Instead itmust have just been your dick finding that homing beacon in my pussy again.” Grabbing at my clothes to put them on, I turned away from him to hide the pain. I didn’t see him coming. He had me picked up, tossed on the bed, and himself planted between my legs before I knew what was happening.
“You can’t do this?” He slid into me in one stroke.
“Hmmm? Tell me Bella.” When he was inside me everything else disappeared. All my worries, all my past, everything was gone but him. But he couldn’t stay inside me forever.
“I can’t be what you want me to be.” I couldn’t be his old lady, couldn’t go back to that life again.
“What do you think I want you to be?” His cock glided out before slamming back in, my back arched. Forcing my brain to focus was becoming harder.
“I want you, nothing more, nothing less. I want all this sass and ass.” He grabbed my ass and flipped me over onto my hands and knees like I weighed nothing.
“Every.” Slam.
“Last.” Slam.
“Bit.” Slam.
“Of.” Slam.
“You.” My body melted into him, begging for more, as he hit all the buttons on me like I was fucking slot machine.
“You want a woman who will sit at home waiting for you to come back to her.” I panted out.
“That’s not me.” I slammed back against him, determined to take a little control, but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to keep me from moving as he started slow thrusts, driving me crazy.
“See, that right there is exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t want you sitting at home, I want you beside me.” He ran his hand down my back in a soft caress.
“I want you to be my ride or die baby.” His lips gently kissed my spine, tears formed in my eyes from the tenderness I felt from him. No one had ever been like this with me, and that scared the shit out of me. Flipping me back over, he bent over me until our foreheads touched kissing me softly.
Something inside me clicked into place, like a missing piece to my puzzle. His scent, his touch, the feel of his body wrapped around mine, all made me feel like I was home. There was something about him that gave me a sense of peace, a sense of belonging, something I’d never felt before. I ignored the voice inside my head that told me to run. He had the ability to destroy me, I knew this and yet I also knew I needed him. I didn’t need him to survive or to keep me safe, no I needed the man he was, nothing more.
“You have the power to destroy me.” I whispered.
“Don’t.” He smiled down at me, slowly stroking in and out of me. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, his eyes never leaving mine, keeping us connected.
“I won’t my beautiful Bella, I won’t.” He whispered against my lips as he claimed them and I believed him. His thrusts became more urgent, his thumb flicked against my tiny button. Before I knew what was happening my back was arching, my toes were curling, and I was screaming my release. Holland roared out his own a few seconds later, collapsing on top of me.
