Page 31 of Big & Burly Rockstar

Chapter 13

Elli

The next few hours pass in a flash of pain, confusion and relief. I don’t know what the worst part is. Having to relive every moment when being questioned by the police almost makes me fall apart. But with Dev there with me, holding my hand, rubbing soothing circles over my back, I somehow get through it.

Afterwards, when my family bursts into the room, their faces pale and eyes bright with worry—I want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry. Instead, with Dev’s arm around my shoulders, him giving me the strength I can’t find within myself, I tell them everything.

For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the look on my sister’s face. It’s like I can see her entire world shatter, right there in her pretty blue eyes. I’ve never seen her like this and I hope never to do so again. She cries silent tears, apologizing to me over and over. Not even sparing a glance for Dev.

And then I hug my sister for the first time in years. Our parents join in, holding onto me, holding onto each other while all of us cry. And when they apologize for not believing me about how bad it was, it’s like a weight lifts off my shoulders. And when they leave, I feel a bit lighter. As if the rift between us is starting to heal. I will never forget how they treated me, but maybe I can forgive them for it.

When we finally get home after the doctor gives me the all clear, I’m bone-tired. But there’s one last thing I need to do before I can sleep.

I shuffle toward the bathroom, my feet growing heavier with every step.

“What are you doing?” Dev asks, his watchful, worried eyes on me.

“I need to wash myself. I don’t think I can sleep if I don’t—” My voice catches and I clear my throat. “I just need to wash today off me, you know?”

He nods before walking past me and into the bathroom. By the time I make it inside, the tap is already on and Dev dumps bath salts into the tub.

I arch an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have taken you for the bath salts type.”

He shrugs, grinning. “Rockstars like nice smelling things too, you know.”

The amusement on his face makes my heart swell and I sling my arms around his neck. “Thank you,” I breathe. “For rescuing me. For helping me get through today.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “You don’t have to thank me, Elli. I’d do anything for you.”

Despite my tiredness, despite all that happened today, butterflies dance in my stomach. I brush a soft kiss against his lips. “I love you, Devon.”

I can feel his smile against my mouth. “And I love you.” He straightens, smiling down at me. “Now, let’s get you out of that dress and into the tub.”

He unzips my dress and helps me out of it. Once I’m completely naked, I sink into the tub. The warm water caressing my skin has me closing my eyes and sighing. God, this feels so good.

I expect Dev to leave, but when I open my eyes, he’s kneeling next to the tub, a washcloth in his hand. I open my mouth, but Dev lifts a hand. “Please, let me do this.”

I nod and Dev dunks the cloth into the warm water. He cleans my entire body, ever so gently, smirking when he washes me between my legs and I can’t hold back a moan. He even washes my hair, carefully massaging my scalp.

“I could get used to this,” I say, smiling at him.

“So could I.”

By the time the water starts to cool, my body is clean, and my mind and soul feel cleansed, too. Dev doesn’t even allow me to dry myself off. He insists on carefully patting me dry and then helps me into a robe that’s far too large for me.

Once we’re in bed, me only wearing one of Dev’s large T-shirts, I’m ready to pass out. I snuggle up close to him and throw an arm over his belly. When something thick and hard pokes my arm, my tired eyes fly open and I grin up at him.

“Sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Seeing you like that in the tub—well, I couldn’t help myself.”

Suddenly, I don’t feel at all tired anymore. I rub my hand over his hard length and he lets out a rough groan. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” I slide my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his girth. He twitches in my hand and when I run my thumb over his thick tip, it’s slippery with pre-cum.

“Are you sure about this?” Dev asks, his voice rough.

“Yes. After everything that happened today—I need to feel you close.”

Before I can blink, he’s on top of me, propping himself up with his powerful arms. And when he claims my mouth with his, I part my lips for me him, greedily swiping my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss is deep and desperate, as if he needs to feel me just as much as I him.

He only breaks our kiss to pull the T-shirt over my head. And then we’re both naked, his skin warm and comforting against mine. When he’s finally inside of me, his thick cock stretching me out, I let out a sigh of both pleasure and relief. This is what I need. I need him. Always.

He moves gently at first, as if scared to hurt me, but when I cross my feet on his lower back, pushing him toward me, he lets go of any restraint. He plunges deeply into me, his eyes locked on mine. You’re mine, they seem to say.

Soon I feel that familiar sweet ache build and I climax, moaning his name. Another deep thrust, then Dev follows me over the edge, his cock throbbing inside of me as he shoots his cum deep into my pussy.

And when he lies down next to me and I place my head on his chest, I fall asleep to the thundering beat of his heart, knowing that I’m safe. Knowing that I’m right where I belong.

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