Page 26 of King of Lies
“Okay.”
“Stay there,” he says as he pulls from me. I watch as he leans over and snatches up my panties, sliding them up my legs. And I make a face because I feel squishy since he did not use a condom. I want to go to the bathroom and clean up, but he gives me a look as he unbuttons his shirt and hands it to me to put on. He pulls up his pants and tucks his length away. “Don’t wash me away. Not tonight. I need to know that I’m still deep inside of you.”
“All right, Rhys.”
“Now let’s eat that bloody fantastic stew so that I can take you back to bed and fuck you hard enough to tide us both over while I’m gone,” he says lightening the mood of the room so that tension is no longer whipping around us like a storm.
I don’t answer verbally, I just nod and let him help me up off the sofa and lead me to the kitchen where he fills bowls with stew. We eat in silence and then he leads me to the bedroom. If I had thought what happened in the living room was wild, it’s nothing compared to the way that he takes me in the bedroom.
As we lie naked in each other’s arms, I whisper, “How long will you be gone?”
“No’ long I hope, but truthfully, I don’t know.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry I was so rough with you,” he says. “The thought of losing you tears me apart.”
“You won’t lose me, I promise.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“You won’t lose me.”
He doesn’t respond. He just nods and then tucks me into his side and we fall asleep entwined together. When I wake up in the morning he’s gone but the pillow still smells like him and has the indentation of where he slept.
I don’t hear from him for a week but I decide that has to be all right. He’s traveled a lot for work and if I want to be with him, I have to accept it.
What I don’t realize is that when he gets back, the state of play will have definitely changed and I have absolutely no idea how dangerous it will be.
Chapter 10
Back
Apounding on the door wakes me from a sound sleep.
I pull on a cardigan over my tank and men’s style pajama pants and race for the door. I look through the peephole and see him. Rhys looks tired and disheveled and here. I throw open the door and he takes one look at me before putting a hand to my belly and pushing me back so that he can step into my apartment.
And then he kicks the door closed behind him and, without looking, reaches back to throw the lock. He clearly does not want to be disturbed.
“You’re back,” I whisper, and he nods his head.
“Aye.” And then he’s lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and then we’re falling down, down, down.
Rhys absorbs the brunt of our fall with his knees and then lays me down on the floor of the living room, somewhere between the front door and the coffee table. He pulls my sleep pants and panties down my legs and tosses them aside before he rips open his pants and then he’s there, entering me savagely.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on tight as he moves inside me and before long, he rips the orgasm from me. As I start to scream, he covers my mouth with his and brutally drinks down my climax.
He drives deep inside me over and over, his mouth hovering over mine, and then I taste the sounds of his climax as he touches his tongue to mine.
His large body presses me down into the carpet making it hard to breathe, but I do not care one bit. I love the feeling of him on top of me, surrounding me, filling me. And I revel in it.
“You’re back,” I repeat my words from earlier.
“Aye, I am,” he says and then he places a gentle kiss to the heart at my throat and one to my mouth before he pulls out of me. He picks me up, carrying me to bed where he strips us out of the rest of our clothes and tucks us in.
The exhaustion he’s kept at bay seems to have finally won over him and it shows on his face, so I curl into his side and let him hold me tight as he drifts off to sleep. I watch him for a while and then I settle in, happy that he’s home again, and I follow him into sleep.
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