Page 35 of Don't Speak
I feel her physically relax a little, her body melting in my embrace, but I can tell that she’s still holding back a little. She doesn’t say anything, so I speak again.
“I have them too. While I have a suspicion they aren’t as frequent as yours, I do have them. I have since my sister passed away.”
The rest of the tension she was holding onto eases away as if being in the embrace of someone who knows what she is going through provided her the extra comfort she needed.
“Y-you do?” she asks hesitantly, choking on a little sob. She nuzzles in closer to me, rubbing her hand across my chest.
“Yes, I do. They are usually about my sister's passing. She… took her own life. She was my best friend.” I tense at the memory of her loss, trying not to let Nikki feel it, but it’s too late. She does, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dean. She was lucky to have you as her brother. I can tell how much she meant to you,” she tells me, a tear falling down her cheek. Her heart is so soft despite everything she’s been through. She has such an amazing capacity to love and feelfor others, even though her heart has been crushed by those who were supposed to love her the most. It’s admirable, and it brings a set of tears to my own eyes.
“You know, if you ever want to talk about yours, you can talk to me,” I assure her. “I know you’ve given me the basics, but if you ever want to dive into detail in a place where you can feel safe to do so, I am here for you,” I add softly.
“Thank you, Dean. Truly. I just don’t know if I’m ready for that yet,” she responds, bringing her hand up to my face and wiping away the tears that have fallen from my own eyes.
“And that is perfectly fine, little lioness. You can tell me on your own time, or not at all. No pressure. I promise,” I lean down and kiss her forehead.
We make our way out of bed and into the kitchen. I brew some coffee and start making some breakfast. I went out and bought some food from the grocery store yesterday while Nikki was helping Sarah. She legit had nothing in this kitchen.
“Oh, so he cooks too, huh?” She winks at me while making her cup of coffee. Well, if you can call that coffee. She basically drinks sugar.
“I am a man of many talents.” I smirk, spinning around from the stove and smacking her on the ass with the spatula I am holding. She squeals and giggles, and fuck, it’s intoxicating. She has the joy I lost seven years ago. The joy I thought I’d never see again. It breathes a sort of… lightness into my chest, and I smile at her. Like, actually smile. I wish she could see how infectious she is.
“So Amelia is off today, and we are going to spend the day together. I think the plan is to have a girls’ day, and then we plan to get a few bottles of wine and chill at her apartment. I will probably be staying with her tonight. You are welcome to stay here alone,” she informs me. This is actually perfect timing because I need to head back to that cabin and check it out.
“I think that’s a great idea. You should get out and have a little fun after the last several days,” I respond. “Simba and I can have a guys’ night here at the house.” She snorts, seemingly amused by my answer.
“What?” I comment. “I think he’s grown quite fond of me, actually.” As though his ears were burning, he jumps up onto the counter. I reach a hand out, hesitating for a moment, unsure of how he’s going to react to my touch. Shockingly, he nuzzles my hand, rubbing up against it back and forth.
I peek out of the corner of my eye, seeing her standing there with her jaw dropped open. We’re both in shock right now. Simba can be a jealous little shit. For the first few days, anytime I was sitting on the couch, he would come up behind me and smack me on the head with his paw. Other times, I’d be walking by him, and he would bite me on the arm. He also likes to target my drinks specifically. If I have a glass of anything sitting on the table, he will stare at me while he paws it off onto the floor. Recently though, he’s been coming around. He’s been lessening his dickishness a bit and has even been curling up next to me on the couch while we are watching TV. But this has been the first time he’s allowed me to touch him like this.
“Well, I hope the two of you really have some good bonding time tonight.” She giggles.
After we’ve finished breakfast, I’m washing the dishes in the sink when she comes up to me and says, “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for my girls’ day.” She walks away, glancing back over her shoulder and giving me the most sultry face imaginable. Oh, my little lioness wants to play. My heart rate picks up. She's PLAYING with me. She trusts me enough to play. And for asecond, the weight of the last few weeks falls off my shoulders. Ben, the cabin, everything else be damned. My woman trusts me, and she wants to PLAY.
Abandoning my task, I chase after her, running through the living room and into her bedroom, throwing my arm around her waist and picking her up. I carry her with one arm into the bathroom, plopping her down and turning the water on. As it heats up, we both strip out of our clothing in record time. I pull her into me, hugging her warmth to mine, and kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of her. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her into the shower. I set her down under the water, letting the warm water wash away the goosebumps gracing her skin. She stands there, letting the spray soak her hair. She looks down for a moment before I lift her chin up, her eyes meeting mine.
“You intoxicate me, little lioness,” I whisper.
She stares at me for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The one thing I’ve noticed is that this woman does not take compliments well.
I reach around her to the shower caddy hanging from the showerhead and grab her shampoo. I squeeze a bit in my hand before lathering it. Taking a few steps back, I say, “Come closer and turn around.”
She does, inching toward me before turning to face the shower caddy. I bring my hands to her hair and begin washing, starting at her scalp and giving her a little head massage. She groans, and my dick responds with a jump. I love it when she makes those sounds. I ensure her entire head is lathered before spinning her back to face me and stepping her back toward the water.
“Lean your head back,” I command, and she follows, allowing me to rinse the shampoo from her hair. I repeat this process with her conditioner, sneaking kisses in between.
Grabbing her body wash, I pump some into my hands before commanding, “Face the wall. Hands on the wall, and don’t move.”
Once she’s in position, I slide up behind her, my dick resting against her beautiful ass. I snake my hands around her, placing them on her stomach, slowly rubbing them across her skin, sliding them up to meet her breasts. Her head falls back, resting against my shoulder. I lean down and kiss her neck softly, giving her tiny nibbles in certain areas as I squeeze her now-soapy breasts. I take her nipples between my fingers and pinch. Her ass backs up into me more, and I give her a little teasing thrust.
I trail my hands lower until I reach the apex of her thighs. Finding her clit, I rub her in circles. She spreads her legs a little wider, giving me more access. She moans louder this time, and it’s taking everything I have to maintain my restraint. Suddenly, she drops her right hand and reaches back behind her, grabbing onto my rock-hard cock. I let out a hiss, pumping up into her hand. “Naughty, little lioness,” I growl. “You didn’t follow my command. I told you not to move.”
I grab the shower head, removing it from the holder. I run it over her body, rinsing the traces of soap off her before changing the water pressure setting to one with more strength. I glide the showerhead down to her clit and brush over it gently. She lets out a moan, bucking her hips back into mine. I make another pass, teasing her slowly. Finally, I place the shower head directly on her clit and hold it there. Taking my cock, I slide it up and down between her cheeks. She’s writhing, chasing the orgasm I know is building.
“Yes. Please don’t stop. That feels so fucking good,” she whispers on a breathy moan. Just when I think she’s about to come, I remove my cock and the shower head.
“Wait. What are you doing?” she says, frustrated that I just denied her orgasm.
