by A J Kent
He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it softly before leaning over to press the button to get the elevator moving again.
“I could never hate you. I could never loathe you and I will never blame you Rory. Never.”
I smile and nod before tightening my grip in his hands.
“Let’s get things back to normal, Rookie. You still have a lot to learn.”
He looks down and smiles at me with his breath-taking eyes peering deep into my soul, making my heart skip a beat again.
I’ve still got a lot to learn.
Yeah, like how to keep my mouth shut and not tell you how I feel.
Like how I need to keep it quiet that I want to fuck you again.
I love you Theodore.
27
Theodore
After everything that Rory and I have been through these last few months, it’s such a fucking relief to say that we are finally in a good place. It’s been hard convincing Rory that she is not to blame for my injuries and my ‘near death experience’ as she calls it, but she is finally starting to accept it.
Constant and persistent badgering is what I put it down to.
I mean she’s had no other choice but to accept it, as I’ve not let her out of my sight since we both got back to work. I don’t think she’s going to believe me fully anytime soon, but she needs to get into her pretty little head that now she’s back in my life, there’s not a fucking chance in hell that I’m ever letting her go again.
Things have definitely been easier between us both and I like that we are finally able to hang out like we used to. She’s even started allowing me to visit her apartment, which is a blessing and a fucking curse.
The blessing is that I get to see Rory more often, but the curse is being in her home, so close to where her bedroom is and wanting to fuck her into next week. I’ve not been able to forget our time together in Vegas and neither has my fucking constant raging hard-on.
We need to talk about Vegas. We need to talk about how we fucked each other and liked it. Hell, I fucking loved it. I’ve been using it as part of my spank bank. I’ve been avoiding the conversation for months and so has she. We both know it happened, I’m pretty sure we are both glad it happened, but clearly neither of us is man enough to bring it up. Rory and I are very good at avoiding the elephant in the room.
Or the raging hard on and blue balls that I’m sporting.
I want to fuck her again, I want to plunge myself deep into her core, I want her to explode and tremble around my dick. But I’m struggling. I’m struggling with my feelings.
I know I want Rory. I know I want more with her but I don’t know if I can have more. I don’t know if I deserve more. I should have been a better friend when she left me on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I should have chased after her, I should have demanded that she told me what she was hiding but I was hurt. My pride was hurt and at the moment, I hated her. I actually hated Rory.
I put myself before her. I thought about my own feelings instead of hers, even though I always promised myself that she would come first. In that moment, I failed her. I failed us.
I know that Rory and I would be good together. We are good for each other. She completes me in more ways I would like to admit, but I can’t get over the fear. The fear of rejection, the fear of getting my heart broken again. The fear of her realising that she deserves more. The fear of her walking away. I don’t think my ego can take it. I can’t take it.
I can’t handle the idea of Rory ever leaving me.
What Rory and I did in Vegas was just fucking. I fucked her and she fucked me. There was nothing romantic or loving about what we did. Yes, it was full of passion, desire and need, but was it full of love? I don’t think so. Could we even make love?
“Earth to Theodore…” a familiar voice says, pulling my attention back down to earth.
“What did you say?” I ask as Rory rummages through her closet.
She sighs before throwing a fluffy slipper at my head, “I said what colour dress do you think I should wear to the graduation ceremony?”
I catch the slipper in my hand and shake my head, “Why do you even need to ask? Red, it always has to be red.”
I don’t know what it is about Rory wearing red but it gets me so riled up that the thought alone makes me jizz in my pants.
She rolls her eyes and turns back to her closet, “Are you sure you don’t have the hots for Lottie as you sure love the colour red.”
The thought of Rory thinking I like another women brings vomit to my throat. I shake the sick feeling before pushing myself up from her bed. I walk over to her and put my hands on her waist.
Her body stills and her breathing increase. “The only reason why I like the colour red, sweetheart, is because it drives me insane whenever you wear it. You and only you.” I emphasise as I brush my lips against her ear.
“Theodore.” She whispers as she slowly turns her body around to face me.
God, she is so beautiful.
I tighten my grip on her waist and pull her body closer to mine. I hate there being even an inch gap between us.
“I want you.” I admit.
Her eyes widen and her delicious lips part, making my dick twinge at the thought of her wrapping her lips around it.
She places her hands on my chest and pushes me back slowly to her bed. Maybe she wants me to.
The backs of my knees hit the bed frame and my body crashes onto the bed as Rory pulls her body up on top of mine and straddles me.
Fuck, I thought having this woman under me was hot. Seeing her body on top of me is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
“I want you too, Theodore. My body hasn’t stopped aching for you.” She admits as she pulls her tank top over her head exposing her sexy, lace, red bra.
Mother fucker.
My hands instantly reach out to grab her tits and a moan escapes her lips as I squeeze them together.
“These are beautiful, Holmes. They fit perfectly in my hands.”
Rory removes my hands from her tits and reaches around her back to unclasp her bra. The red lace falls to the side of us and her bare tits causes my heart to go into overdrive. I don’t think I’m ready for this woman.
I move my hands and place them on her ass, squeezing and spanking her cheeks as she grinds herself against my erection.
“Mmmm, that feels good.” Rory says as she circles her clit over the seams of my pants.
All restraint leaves my body as I roll us over, trapping Rory to the bed under me.
“Those off…now” I demand as I point to the short, shorts she’s wearing. Fuck, she likes to tease me with her body.
I remove my t-shirt and throw it to one side before my jeans quickly follow suit. My eyes nearly fall from their sockets as Rory’s lace covered pussy is staring me right in the face.
“Fuck, woman. You acted like you didn’t know I liked red.” I tease as I kiss her neck.
She laughs and shrugs. Her hands explore my chest as I shower her body with kisses. This woman’s body is a work of art. She belongs in a museum somewhere so people can marvel at her beauty.
I kiss my way down her chest, stopping to suck on her pebbled nipples. Her body arches behind me as I swirl my tongue over her sensitive points.
“I love it when you do that.” Rory exclaims as she pushes her hips into my growing erection.
Fuck I need this woman in more ways than one.
I continue to kiss her body, cherishing every moment of having her under me.
I slowly slide her red panties down her thighs as a ferocious groan leaves my lips as I set my eyes over her beautiful pussy. “Fuck me,” I mumble under my breath. I move my body further down the bed before I part her thighs and nibble the insides of them.
“I love having your lips on me.” Rory says as her thighs move with my touch.
“I’ve always dreamed about tasting you.” I say before my tongue finds her clit.
Her hands shoot to my hair as I lick and suck her
clit. Fuck, she tastes even better on my tongue.
This is my favourite taste.
I lick her, suck and explore her wetness with primal need. God, this woman is everything.
Her hips rise, smothering my face with her thighs as she pleads for more.
“Greedy.” I tease.
I stroke her with my tongue for a few more seconds before I taste her orgasm on my tongue.
“Yes, Theodore. Fuck!!”
Fuck, I love dirty words coming from her mouth.
Her fingers intertwine with my hair as she rides out her orgasm.
I lick her pussy clean from her juices, before pulling my boxer shorts down. Rory’s eyes are hooded and full of flames as she fucks my body with her eyes.
I grab my cock and palm it through my fingers before lining it up to her centre.
“Shit, I’ve not got a condom.” I admit.
“I’m clean and on the pill. There’s been nobody else.”
Fuck. That is all the confirmation I need.
I’ve never gone bare back before and I wouldn’t choose anyone else to experience it with.
I edge my pulsing erection into her centre before pushing myself into my own personal heaven.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. So wet, you’re always wet for me, baby.”
Baby. There’s that word again.
Rory digs her nails into my back as I thrust myself in and out of her delicate body, my cock savouring every inch of her spectacular pussy.
“Oh Theodore, keep doing that.” Rory pants as I push my dick harder into her centre.
Rory spreads her legs more and starts to move her body against mine.
So fucking perfect.
“Rory,” I say breathlessly as Rory mirrors every movement I make.
Rory is making me feel things I’ve never felt before. This feels different to Vegas, this right here is special. This right here is not fucking.
This is something more. So much fucking more.
Everything with this woman means something different.
I thrust my hips into her, before pulling out and doing it again. I take her body slowly, treasuring every inch of her skin.
“God, you’re perfect.” I groan as I pull in and out of her soft.
Her hand reaches for mine and Rory kisses it tenderly.
I am going to worship this woman forever.
I want this forever.
“I’m going to come.” Rory screams.
“Yes, come for me baby. Come for me.” I reply.
Baby? Where the fuck did that come from? I’ve never called a woman baby.
I pound into Rory’s pussy and reach down to stroke her clit and her body explodes into chaos. She screams out my name as she chases her orgasm, causing my own release. I pour my come into her body.
Home.
Content.
Safe.
Right.
Fuck.
We did not just fuck. It was more than that.
We didn’t just have sex, we made love. We made love like we were the last two people on earth.
I’m not afraid anymore.
I need to tell Rory how I feel. I need to tell her that I love her.
I want everything.
Her body, her mind, her heart.
I love Rory Raymona Holmes.
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Lincoln Memorial, 8pm. Be there. Theodore.
I click send on the text message to Rory and drop my phone back onto my bedside table. I slump down onto my bed and hold my hands over my face. I am going to tell her how I feel today. I am going to tell her that I feel exactly the same way she does. I am finally going to tell her that I heard every single word she said when she thought I was unconscious. I heard every single word that came out of her beautiful mouth and that is the only thing that’s kept me going when I was in that hospital bed.
She was the only thing that kept me going.
I can’t wait to tell her that I forgive her for leaving me on graduation night, I can’t wait to tell her I forgive her for running and never looking back because I would have done exactly the same if her life was in danger. I would have done anything as an eighteen-year-old man to keep Riley and her Mom safe.
It kills me every day that the only reason why she left me was because her father gave her no other choice. He gave her no other option. It was her number one priority to put those she cares about above herself and everything else and that is just another reason on my never-ending list of why I love Rory Holmes.
I love Rory Holmes.
Those words just roll off my tongue and I love the way they taste.
When Rory was blackmailed and had no other choice but to leave me when I was eighteen, I was crushed. I was devastated. I never thought I would be able to breathe again. I tried so hard to hate her. I didn’t want to hate her, but it made it easier. It made living, breathing and existing slightly more bearable. I know that’s awful of me, but my heart was broken. It was the first time my heart had ever been broken, the second time being when Rory was abducted, and I had no idea where she was. I lost my way more than I would like to admit. I worked hard and focused on my studies, but I was dead inside. I didn’t care about life and I didn’t care about myself. I drank excessively to numb the pain.
It never worked.
It didn’t matter how hard I tried to numb the pain, it didn’t matter how much I tried to hate Rory, it didn’t matter how much I tried to forget her because despite desperately trying she was never vacant from my mind.
She was never vacant from my heart.
It has always been Rory for me. I may have fooled around and had the odd fling with a woman here and there, but it was meaningless. It was just a way of filling the void. It was just a way of smothering the emptiness.
If it wasn’t for Henley, Thomas and Fin, I dread to think where I would be right now. They kept me grounded. Fuck, they kept me alive.
If it wasn’t for my friends, I would probably be dead right now.
I would probably be dead right now.
I’ve never admitted those words to myself as I was too weak to admit that I suffered with demons, but I’m past that now. I never contemplated suicide whilst sober and I never willingly sought out ways to end my life, but I knew I was depressed. I knew I was lonely even though I was surrounded by the best possible people imaginable. I knew I was empty, and I knew my life had no meaning. It was a dark chapter of my life. A chapter I don’t want to repeat. A chapter I don’t want to revisit. I’m now thinking ahead, I’m not thinking about the next chapter, I’m thinking about the ending. I’m thinking about my future.
My future with Rory.
It has been a few months since I heard Rory admit that she loves me and since we had sex, but I’ve been biding my time to tell her at the perfect moment. I’m not one for grand declarations of my affections but I thought it was quite poetic choosing today of all days to tell Rory how I feel. Today is graduation day at the academy.
She’s done it. Rory has gone and passed all of her exams and all her training to become an agent. My girl is a fully blown kick-ass FBI agent. She will be on a probationary contract for the next two years, so she’s always going to be my rookie but she’s now one of us. She is now part of my team, a permanent feature at work and hopefully tonight a permanent feature in my life at home.
My head snaps to my phone on my bedside table as it starts vibrating. I reach across and click accept on the incoming call.
“Monroe, what can I do for you?” I ask as I hold the phone to my ear.
“Theo, where the fuck are you?” he asks with panic in his voice.
I shrug even though he can’t see me, “What do you mean where I am. I’m at home, where else would I fucking be?”
“At the graduation ceremony dickhead, it starts in thirty minutes.” He says.
Fuck. I move the phone from my ear and look down at the time. Shit, shit, shit. I am going to be late. How has this happened? I must have got so caught up in my own memories th
at I blanked and forgot what the time was.
“I’ll be there.” I say before hanging up.
I quickly roll off the bed and run over to my closet where I pull out a suit and quickly change into it without even taking a breath. It’s a good thing I’m organised and planned what I was going to wear a few nights ago or I would end up being so late.
I slide on my shoes and run down to my car, grabbing my keys from the dish on the sideboard on my way. Within five minutes I am in the car and racing towards the graduation ceremony that is taking place at a local park that isn’t too far from where I live.
Thank fuck.
I manoeuvre my car swiftly around the small amount of D.C. traffic and put my foot on the accelerator as I reach the straight stretch of tarmac that is the only thing that stands between me and being on time for my girl.
My girl.
That is exactly what Rory is.
She may not know it yet, but she is mine and I am hers.
She’s my forever, she’s my end goal, she’s my last breath.
I look in the distance and the crowds of people and podiums set out on the patch of luscious green grass grab my attention. I look down at the time on my car, ten minutes to go. I’ve got this. I break at least two hundred traffic regulations before abruptly braking and parking my car in the reserved spot Henley thankfully sorted out this morning.
I turn my car off and slam my door shut as I run towards the ceremony, quickly flashing my badge at the gate so I can get in. I run to the stage and flop down in the seat next to Thomas, Henley and Fin. I pull my phone out and check the time. Five minutes to spare
“Cutting it close man, don’t you think? I thought being on time was kind of your thing.” Fin asks with laughter in his voice.
I wheeze in and out, I’m still not fit and functioning to my full capacity, “I lost track of time. If Monroe didn’t call me I would have been fucking late.”
I shake the thought from my head and take a glug of the water Henley has just graciously passed across to me. I would have never forgiven myself if I was late. I would never have forgiven myself if I missed out on Rory, and hell even Charlotte graduating.