Page 62 of Dolls & Daggers
A tear slips from my eye as the dam in my lower body breaks, unleashing a tidal wave of warmth that sends electricity down into my toes.
My mouth opens in a silent cry as Wren comes undone, moaning, “Fuck, I’m coming. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”
I can feel him pulsing inside me, every ripple spearing me with his release, claiming me as his own. He says he belongs to me, but I belong to him just asmuch. I’m convinced our souls were meant to find each other in this life. Everything happens for a reason, and this is ours… our way of helping each other heal.
We move together until we’re both spent. I lay my head against his chest, listening as his heart beats in time with mine.
I don’t know how much time passes, but we’re both still shimmering with sweat when he asks, “Do you… need help? With him?”
I flinch.
Way to make it awkward, Songbird.
“I’m sorry.” He immediately reads my body language, grasping my shoulders to try and stop me as I push myself up and get off the bed. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“It’s okay.” Holding a hand up to stop him, I wait until he’s got his pants on. “I got this. The less you’re involved, the better. And your DNA is all over the place now. It’ll take longer if I have to tell you what to do. You’re better off just heading back to the city.”
“Okay,” he says quietly.
“You can’t say a word to Hunter, Wren.” I give him my back, hating how he couldn't just allow a little time for us to beus.
I’m not mad, just… disappointed with the situation.
“I wouldn’t do that, Dove.” Irritation laces histone, and his warm hand wraps around my bicep, forcing me to look at him. “I’m serious. Your secret is safe with me. But wedoneed to talk about it.”
It’s a pivotal moment for our relationship. Wren sees and accepts me for who I am, but where do we go from here? Hunter is his best friend.CanI trust him to keep my secret?
“Okay.” I nod curtly. “Good. I’ll see you later then.”
He scoffs a little at the dismissal, flashing me an incredulous look before he lets me go and turns to leave. He doesn’t even make it two steps before he spins back around. “What did you mean? When you said we’re both broken?” He chews on his lower lip, unable to meet my eyes. When I don’t answer—because I don’t want any more secrets between us—he asks, “You know. Don’t you?”
Remaining quiet, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep the tears at bay. Wren nods, taking my silence as confirmation. Sorrow pools through my veins as he turns to leave.
“Wren?” I call out as his hand touches the doorknob. He pauses but doesn’t turn.
I don’t take the opportunity to tell him how sorry I am. People who have been through the things we’ve experienced don’t want pity, even if we share the same sense of loss.
I also opt out of saying that I love him. And I do. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love the man standing across from me. But now isn’t the time. Wren has a lot to process on his drive home. He doesn’t need me throwing that at him as well.
“Drive safe. Will you let me know when you make it back?” I’m proud of how solid my tone is even though I feel myself breaking inside.
With a nod, he leaves, reminding me to lock the door behind him. When he’s gone, I heave a sigh and grab my phone to call Bunny as I cross the room and twist both locks.
As soon as her sleepy greeting echoes through the speaker, I know she’s gonna be pissed I’m pulling her out of bed. “I need a cleanup on aisle three,” I inform her, back to my jovial mood so she doesn’t spend the night pestering me with questions I don’t yet have answers to.
“Cleanup?” Her exhaustion snaps into alertness. “Easys aren’t supposed to be messy, Love Dove. What happened?”
I glance at the floor, where blood finally begins to seep through the blanket. “It’s more than messy,” I sigh, nudging the tuna roll to keep his wounds topside. “It’s Ryan, and we’re gonna need the suits and saws.”
Smack!
Dove’s skin flushes beneath my palm. A new patch of raspberry blooms to melt into her already reddened ass as her breathy cries echo throughout my bedroom. “Oh fuck!”
“It should be harder,” I whisper, digging my fingers back into her hip. The wet sound of my cock slamming into her pussy over and over urges me to go faster, harder, even as the headboard bangs against the wall with every thrust. “Did you enjoy playing me, Dove? Did it get you off watching me agonize over your identity?”
Roughly, I pull out, scooping the mess between her legs with three fingers and yanking her head back with the hair that’s twisted around my other hand. “Taste yourself when you’re being a greedy little slut for my cock.”
Dove moans as she sucks her arousal off me, wiggling her hips back in search of the part of me she loves the most while one hand slips between her legs.
