Page 59 of Somebody to Save
“You,” I whispered.
Her eyes ran over my face, and she ripped the sheet off my hips. The cool air felt good against my warm skin, and I looked down at my body to watch her smaller hand work my length.
“I think I’d like that. I like the idea, at least,” she said quietly. “Tell me how it would work.”
Gritting my teeth, her hand picked up pace. “It would be rough and dirty. I’d let you get a head start and run as far as you could get. And when I found you, because I would find you, I’d fuck you wherever we ended up. In the dirt or the grass. You’ll be out of breath and sweaty and tired, and I’ll do whatever I want when I get my hands on you.”
“I—I want that, Daddy. I want you to chase me, catch me, fuck me, use me.”
My orgasm shot through me with such force my hips lifted off the bed, and my eyes screwed closed at the intensity of the pleasure.
I knew I would make it happen. I’d do exactly as she wanted. I’d chase her, catch her, fuck her, and use her. And the dream would be nothing compared to reality.
I felt her soft lips against my cheek, and I peered over at her as my slow, satisfied smile began to form.
“Best way to wake up?”
“Any time I get to wake up next to you is the best,” I said honestly. Leaning up, I tasted her smile. “Now, I’m going to get cleaned up so I can return the favor.”
“I’m still on my period,” she said quickly.
Nodding, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. “I’m aware, but I don’t have to use my mouth or even be inside you to make you come.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she tilted her head in consideration. “I guess you’re right,” she mused, then looked down at my body and at the mess I’d made on her hand and my stomach. “But you don’t need to get up.”
Glancing back at me, she licked her lips, and my brain malfunctioned for a minute at her silent suggestion. The shy woman I met not too long ago wanted to clean me up herself. Or so I thought.
“You going to clean me up?” I asked, making sure we were on the same page.
She nodded and took a deep breath, crawling down the bed and poising between my legs. She stared up at me under light brown lashes and gave me an intentionally devious smile right before she flattened her tongue and licked up the underside of my cock.
It kicked in appreciation, and pleasure speared through me even after such an overwhelming release. Groaning, I fisted the sheets on either side of me and sucked in a sharp breath as she sucked lightly on my head and traced it with her tongue.
But she didn’t stop. She tucked her hair behind her ears and traced her tongue through my cum. Eagerly, she cleaned up the mess I’d made all over my stomach until there was no trace of it left. Her tongue ran over my warm skin, and she held my stare like she was daring me to try to look away.
But there was no way I would. She’d captured me. Body and soul.
TWENTY-NINE
KISSING IN A TREE
Addison
Standingin the doorway of my chaotically organized closet, I stared out the window. I gripped my phone tightly in one hand and had nearly gnawed off my thumbnail on the other.
The insurance company didn’t bite. Soon, the nurse would drop to two days a week, and not long after, they would only be there once every other week.
If I wanted them to continue coming, I would have to find the money to make it happen.
Beckett’s offer from days ago was heavy on my mind. I didn’t want to accept his money or anyone else’s for that matter. I didn’t think he’d expect anything in return, but things could change. If we didn’t work out, would all the money come due immediately?
The right thing to do would be to talk to him, to my grandmothers. Not accepting help when it was offered was stupid, but accepting help felt like an admission that I didn’t have it all as under control as I liked to make it seem.
Because I was nowhere near having anything under control.
Two jobs, a new relationship, my grandmothers…I felt like I was failing at all of it.
I just needed one thing to go right. Just one. And my grandmothers deserved to live their later years as comfortably and peacefully as they could. They’d taken care of me so well, that was the least they deserved.
