Page 61 of Love Bleeds Red
Damon and Jasper roped Leon into going to some party. I could tell he really didn’t want to go, but I told him it was fine, that if he stayed they’d think it was weird. Then he tried to get me to come with them, but there was no way. Parties like the ones my brothers go to aren’t my scene. Too loud, too crowded with obnoxious drunk people, and too much pressure to pretend I’m having fun when I’d rather be literally anywhere else. Maybe if Leon and I were being honest about our relationshipand we could hang out all night… but even then, I’d still be uncomfortable.
Leon finally followed them out to Damon’s car, looking like a sad puppy, and I told myself I wasn’t going to mope around. That it was my choice to stay home, so I’d make the best of it.
I made a bowl of popcorn, found some cheesy romantic comedy on Netflix, and got comfy in bed. My mind kept straying to thoughts of Leon though. To how he visited me at work the other day, and we made out in the bathroom stall. Or the way he touched me in the pool yesterday as the sun beat down on us. My brothers were right in the front yard working on Damon’s car, and they could have come back there at any moment. But that didn’t stop Leon from finger-fucking me until I bit down on his shoulder to keep from moaning.
I was getting myself too worked up. But I guess that was expected with the way my mind was wandering. I closed my eyes, not caring that my bedroom door was wide open since I had the house to myself, and slid my hand down the front of my shorts. God, I was already wet. It wouldn’t take long.
I thought of Leon’s voice. “Come for me, Firefly.” His nickname for me is so sweet, and the way he says it… I’ll never get enough.
His fingers are magic. He knows exactly how to touch me. I drew circles over my sensitive clit, my muscles tensing more andmore with each pass. But I was too warm, too clothed. I needed so much more than just my own fingers.
I pulled the blanket down and let the cool air conditioning tickle my skin. Dipping my finger lower, I pictured what it would feel like to have Leon inside me. Stretching me. Filling me up.
I was so close. But then I heard a sound, like the floorboard creaking, and I yanked my hand away, snapping my legs closed.
“Don’t you dare stop, Firefly.”
“Leon,” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
He walked into the room, the corner of his mouth turned up that smirk I’m obsessed with. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
I grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him. “Of course I am. I’m just surprised. What about the party? My brothers?”
He sat on the edge of my bed, running his hand along my thigh until goosebumps appeared. “They didn’t even notice when I left. I told them I had a headache.” His fingers traced higher. “I wanted to surprise you… and it looks like I interrupted something interesting.”
My face flamed. “I was thinking about you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been thinking about you every second of the day.” His eyes traveled down from my flushed face to where my hand had been moments before. “I have an idea. Give me one second.”
He stood up to close the door, then stopped in front of my full length mirror that hung on the back of it. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me?”
“Always,” I answered.
He lifted it off the door and angled it at the foot of my bed. “Now you can show me,” he said softly. When I looked confused, he smiled. “Show me what you were doing before I walked in.”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered. “I’m embarrassed.”
He crooked his finger and I scooted to the edge of the bed. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Firefly. You’re beautiful and sexy and you drive me wild. But I’ll never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
Then he pressed a kiss to my lips, soft and gentle. I exhaled, forcing myself to stop being such a chicken shit. This is Leon—he’d never hurt me or make me feel like anything other than a goddess.
“I want to,” I said.
He took his time undressing me, gliding his thumb over my nipples, kissing down the slope of my neck. By the time I was bare for him, I was so hot and wet, I didn’t care if the entire room was a mirror.
“Every single time I see you like this I’m in awe. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
He started to climb back on the bed, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “You too. This time, I want to see all of you.”
He swallowed hard, but lifted his hands up so I could take off his shirt. It never got old— seeing his muscled chest covered in ink, tight abs, that perfect V that disappeared into his jeans.
I traced along the lines of his tattoos, following the intricate patterns across his skin. He watched me with hooded eyes as I undid his belt buckle, my hands steadier than they’d been a few seconds before.
“You’re shaking,” he said. “Let me.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s good shaking though. Excited shaking.”
