Page 42 of Stay With Me
“Yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow up with his eyes already closed.
“What did Owen say back there?” I ask.
He laughs lightly to himself as he rubs his thumb across the back of my hand. “The heart always knows.”
thirty-one
We sayour goodbyes to the Bayou Reapers, thanking them for their help and generosity over the past week. They didn’t have to listen to my side of things when it came to the congressman. They could have easily taken the money and let him have me. But they’re proven to be more honorable men than that, and I’d almost say I’m grateful to know them. Well, most of them anyway. I’m glad to be leaving before I have to put a fucking bullet in Axel’s head for the way his eyes linger on Kelsea.
Helo gets us home in record time, and before I know it, we’re walking through the front doors of the townhouse like the last few days haven’t turned each of our worlds upside down. Rory disappears to her room almost immediately. I know she’s got a lot going on in her head right now, but I’m hopeful she’ll talk to us if she needs to.
“I feel like I could sleep for a month,” Kelsea says, lugging our bags into my room as I shuffle behind her. I feel stronger now, like my body is finally healing. But the exhaustion that fills my bones is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Right there with you, babe,” I say, tossing my jacket onto the chair in the corner of my room. I sit on the edge of the bed, kicking off my shoes as the throbbing in my abdomen eases when I relax.
“I should really shower. My hair is disgusting and I don’t even want to think about how I smell,” Kelsea complains, running her hands through her hair lightly. Standing, I make my way to her, pulling her into my arms.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, my free hand grasps the back of her neck gently. I lean into her, running my nose up the column of her neck, eliciting a groan from her as goosebumps sprout across her skin. Her sweet almond scent explodes in my lungs, saturating my tissues in all things Kelsea. “Fucking delicious, goddess.”
“Stop it. Don’t wind me up when you know we can’t do anything about it,” Kelsea says, and edge of aching in her voice.
“Hey, I made the flight just fine, didn’t it? As long as I can sit down, I’m all good, baby.” Shooting her my irresistible smirk, she seems to be considering it carefully before a salacious smile splits her lips.
Sliding her hand into mine, she pulls me behind her into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, she faces me and grabs the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. She’s careful to avoid the healing wound on my abdomen. Even though Doc removed the stitches before we left, it’s still tender. As my shirt hits the floor next to her, she drops to her knees. The sight of this temptress on her knees in front of me blows my fucking mind. Blood immediately rushes to my cock, making me feel lightheaded and dazed.
“What are you doing, Kelsea?” I ask, smiling down at her. She could tell me she plans on slicing me open and letting me bleed out on this floor, and I’d let her do it.
“Whatever I want to do,” she smirks back at me.
Sliding her hands up my thighs, her fingers burn a path across my skin that I can feel even through the material of my sweats. Gripping the waistband, she tugs them down my legs, her eyes blazing when she realizes I’m completely bare underneath. Her tongue darts out, swiping across her bottom lip and I grow even harder at the sight.
“I’ve been dying to do this for days,” she breathes. Knowing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her lights a fire underneath my skin. That perfect tongue lashes out at me, swiping across the overly sensitive head of my cock. She wraps her lips around my shaft, bobbing her head tentatively at first just to tease me. I wrap her silky black hair around my hand, gently pushing deeper intoher throat. She swallows me down, taking me as far into the heat of her mouth as she can without gagging.
“Fuuuuuuck, Kels. I’ve missed this.” I shudder, her movements speeding up vigorously as my head falls back.
Her hands come up to grip my thighs, fingers digging in to the muscles. Like a shot of heroin straight to the fucking balls, she rakes her nails down my thighs, pain and pleasure melding together into one bolt of heat. The base of my spine tingles, my skin flushing as my cock thickens between her lips. Before the wave of my orgasm can pull me under, I pull her off of me, holding my hand down for her to stand. Her lip juts out slightly, an adorable pout gracing her face.
“Well, that was rude. I was enjoying myself,” she smirks.
“I’m gonna make sure you get what you need, baby. But you’re a little overdressed.” I pull her hips flush with mine. She attempts to hold her body apart from mine, cautious of my injuries. I can play a hands-off game, if that’s what she wants. Releasing her, I step onto the cool tile of the shower floor. “You don’t wanna hurt me. I get it. I don’t have to touch your perfect body to push you over the edge, goddess.”
Curiosity sparks in the eyes, her lips tilting up in a sexy grin. “What do you have in mind?” She asks.
I move to the far side of the massive walk-in shower. Taking a seat on the stone bench that lines one wall, Igrip my rigid shaft, giving myself a few lazy strokes. “Strip,” I command.
She shivers at the authority in my tone. I may not be at my full potential physically right now, but I can still command her body. She slips her black leggings down her curvy hips, a flash of hot pink lace barely visible beneath the hem of my t-shirt she’s wearing. Her fingers grip the edge of the fabric, but I hold up a hand to stop her.
“Wait. Just… wait,” I tell her, taking a minute to just soak her in. My eyes trail from the tips of her toes, up her tanned legs, across the scalloped trim of her lace panties, not stopping until I meet her beautiful blues. Confidence exudes off her in waves, one of the countless things I love most about her. Where some women might try to cover up under such scrutiny, she pushes her shoulders back, the cotton of my favorite t-shirt stretching tightly across her tits. Her beauty is such a small thing compared to the fire in her soul.
“See something you like?” She smirks.
I can only nod back as I think about everything that brought us to this moment. I never imagined a soul like mine would find a place to feel at peace, never even dreamed of it. But Kelsea swept through my life with her unfailing belief in the goodness of people, her selfless way of accepting even the worst parts of me. She showed me that even the most fragmented hearts can still be worthy of love.
“Can I take this off now?” She lifts the corner of her t-shirt, and I nod.
Slipping it over her head, the matching hot pink bra assaults my vision, making my cock ache almost painfully. “Damn, goddess. I swear you are hot fucking pink in a sea of black and white.”
She smiles back at me, stepping into the shower just out of my reach. Precum leaks from my swollen crown. I stroke myself slowly, drawing this out as long as I possibly can. If I could shut the rest of the world out forever and spend the rest of my days worshipping her body, I would. Her delicate hands come up to cup her breasts and my cock jerks in my hand. She toys with her nipples through the fabric, a small gasp falling from her lips.
