I’m a little uncomfortable when we leave the parlor, but it’s worth all the pain, knowing that no matter what happens between Elle and me, she will always be with me. It’s after two in the morning when Juju calls, telling me that Elle left to take a walk. I hail a cab, and within five minutes, I’m rushing through her apartment door, hoping that she may have returned. She hasn’t answered my texts, and she won’t take my calls. Tommy and Juju watch me as I pace across the living room, thinking where she could have gone and where she could be this late at night by herself. There’s only one place.
It all comes back to me when I open the gate and step inside. It all started right here for us, and it could all end here, too. I trot up the path, but I don’t call out for her. I don’t want to scare her away if she’s here. I find her sitting under a tree, facing the park with her eyes closed and her face placid and serene. Knowing that she’s okay, I relax my face. She senses me and lifts her eyes as I quietly approach and offers me the softest smile that melts the cold that I’m feeling inside.
“Baby?” I sit down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shivering body. “Why are you out here at this hour all by yourself?” I need to comfort her, to wrap her up in my arms and to take her away from all of this. All the pain that I seem to bring her. I gaze at her for a moment before she turns to me, resting her hand on my arm and staring at me for what seems like forever.
“This is the only place I know where I feel safe.” She pauses. Her eyes glisten while she searches mine. “But, I feel the safest when I’m with you.”
“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.” Emotions lock in my throat, and I close my eyes and pull her tighter to me.
“Tell me...” she says in a shaky breath. “You need to tell me everything.”
“I have.”
“No, you haven’t.” She faces me. “You were in the hospital. That’s something. You could have never come back here, and I would have never known if you were okay or if you were dead. That’s selfish of you,” she states adamantly. “You have yet to tell me the truth about what really happened back in Texas. What have you been keeping from me about your past that is so terrible?”
I turn to her, shocked that she knows this piece of detail from my stay in Texas. Either Tommy or Juju must have let it slip, assuming that I did disclose the reasons why I was away.
“Doll...” I say, brushing her cheek with my thumb.
“You want me to trust you, to believe you,” she whispers forcefully. “Then, you have to start right now. If you don’t, then I can’t be honest with you about our future.” She motions to get up, but I clutch her arm. She looks down, reacting to the bandages on my arm. “What...what happened to you?” she asks tenderly. Her eyes instantly grow concerned and fearful.
Lowering my eyes, I slide my hand down her arm and take her hand in mine. I look into the eyes that I can’t live without waking up to every morning, the beautiful hair that I want tangled in my fingers, the body that I want close to me, and the heart I want beating next to mine. She is my everything. If I’m going to have the future I want with her and she wants with me, then I have to reveal all the skeletons in my closet. I have to finally bury them, so I can give her what she deserves. “Sit down, baby. Let me tell you the entire story about my past, and then I’ll explain the bandages.”
I told her everything. Every shitty detail. She took it all in like I knew she would. She’s still scared for me, even though I told her she has nothing to worry about. Being truthful with her is much better than seeing the pain in her eyes and knowing that I’m the reason that it’s there to begin with.
“Baby, are you tired?” I ask, watching her climb the steps to her apartment.
“I’m fine,” she replies, retrieving the key from the potted plant on the porch.
“Doll, do you think it’s safe to keep your key hidden there like that?” I ask, standing behind her at the top of the steps. I hope at some point she will give me a copy.
“Only Jace and Tyler know,” she answers as she unlocks the door and replaces the key.
“Like I said.”
“Don’t start.” She smiles as she opens the door.
The living room is bathed in a dim light, and the radio is playing Lady Antebellum. Tommy and Juju are cuddled on the sofa bed, buried under a Dallas Cowboys blanket. That’s another thing I love about this girl. She’s a Dallas Cowboys fan. She walks to the thermostat and turns up the heat. I don’t know what that means. I was hoping I could keep her warm instead. My eyes follow her every move. She doesn’t look at me as she clutches my hand, leading me down the hallway to the bedroom. Shit. I smile hard and instantly get excited down south.
She kicks off her sneakers and seductively starts pulling off her hoodie, revealing the skimpy outfit that she complained about all night. She pulls her hair out of her ponytail and shakes it loose so that it tumbles over her shoulders and down her back. I admire her amazing body, her tiny waist, her firm perfect ass, her shapely legs and her smooth sexy back. She’s all fucking mine. Warm. Inviting. Tempting. She’s my fucking treasure.
“Oh fuck, doll,” I groan.
“Shh...” She turns, leaning up to me and placing her finger over my lips. I kiss it. I want to fucking kiss her all over. Everywhere. Anywhere. Anytime. She wants me, like I want her. Her eyes hide nothing. They’re telling me she needs me.
“I’m not the same person I used to be,” she says with determination in her eyes. “I need to tell you that.”
“I know.” I see the way she carries herself more protected as if she’s shielding herself. I’m trying to figure out ways to show her and tell her that what happened was not what I intended. I live and die with her. She holds my heart in her hands. Shit. I think I ripped it out of my chest and handed it over to her the first time we met.
She takes my arms, wrapping them around her waist and pinning her body against mine. Taking her in like this, I’m speechless for the first time all night. She smells so good and feels so amazing under my hands. I run my hands down her waist to her hips, watching her lips part and listening to her breaths quicken as we gaze at each other. She kisses me with her eyes. The passion between us can’t be contained. I lower my forehead to hers.
“Say something, doll.”
“Promise me there’ll be no more secrets,” she breathes.
“I promise.”
“Cross your heart?” she asks enticingly.
“Baby, anything for you.”
“Anything?” She tilts her head. My cock comes alive when she grabs my ass, pressing me tight against her and watching me with those damn captivating eyes. I just nod in agreement because I really have a good feeling about this. “You’re my slave,” she murmurs, backing me toward the bed.
Oh, fuck. She’s making good on our bet. “Yeah, I can do that.” I roughly exhale as I watch her make quick work of the buttons and slide my shirt off my shoulders as she places her soft, sweet kisses on my chest.
“Are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? Did you get into a fight?” she asks as she gingerly runs her hands over my bandaged tattoos that are still sore, but her hands make the pain disappear. I stare down at her, taking her hand in mine and playing it off like I did get into an altercation with some random stranger.
“Yeah.” I smile, kissing her hand. “I got into a little tiff with a drunk ass Red Sox fan.”
“Are you okay?” she questions. The look in her eyes is driving me nuts, and I can’t take keeping it from her any longer. That and the fact I want her so badly right now.
“Yes.”
“Can I see?” She starts to inspect the gauze on my forearm. I love the look on her face; it’s a mixture of curiosity and concern. I brush the hair that falls over her eyes when she looks up at me. I nod, giving her the okay to peel away the bandage.
“I leave it to your capable hands, doll, since you are the one planning to go to medical school next year.” She blushes and returns her attention t
o my injury.
“I can’t believe you got into a fight with a damn fan, but I don’t blame you. They can be real assholes.” She laughs as she starts to peel the medical tape from my forearm. She frowns when she sees me grinning. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m just teasing you. I didn’t get into a fight. I actually lost another battle all together. I was never going to win any fight in staying away from you, ever.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hurry up and take off the bandages,” I say, glancing back down at my arm.
She’s impatient, but carefully removes the tape. Her curiosity is getting the best of her. When she sees what is hidden underneath the bandage, the word permanently inked on my arm, she gasps and brings her hand over her mouth while she traces the black script lettering of her name with the other.
“Reed...” Her voice is barely a whisper. “You never cease to amaze me. It’s beautiful.” She looks up, forcing back the tears that are brewing behind her expressive eyes. I move my hand over hers and interlace our fingers.
“There’s more,” I say as I motion to the bandage on my bicep. My eyes drift to her hand as it travels up my arm and rests over the bandage. She inhales and bites her bottom lip as she peels it away, revealing the second tattoo. Her body relaxes under my hands as she traces the outline of the sun with flaming rays in vibrant hues of red and orange and the words, Live by the sun, love by the moon. Her body brushes lightly against mine as she reaches up and gently strokes my cheek.
“I don’t know what say,” she finally whispers, touching my lips tenderly with hers. I feel the overwhelming passion of her kiss course through my body.
I gently grab her face with my hands. “Now, you’re always mine. No matter what happens. I’m your sun, and you’re my moon,” I whisper. She smiles, pulling away from me. Lust replaces the tears in her eyes as she kisses the tattoo on my bicep.
“I need something from you now.” She smiles sinfully. Her sexy voice curls around the words and caresses my ears.
“Okay, what do you want me to do?” I ask impatiently, ready to give in to her demands.
“Take off your pants.” She stands in front of me, grazing her body against my dick.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise and watch her rake those alluring fucking eyes over me like I’m her favorite chocolate ice cream. A massive grin spreads across my face because I have a small clue about what she wants from me now. Shit. I got it loud and clear. I have been waiting all night to get here with her. I don’t hesitate and eagerly start to unbutton my pants. When she seductively drops to her knees in front of me, placing her hands on top of mine to help me slide off my pants, a fucking hot burn shoots through my body. Fuck! I close my eyes in anticipation. All the things I’ve dreamt about doing with her and her to me when we were apart are coming true. My dick can’t be happier. I kick my boxers and pants aside as I observe her eyes and hands travel up my thighs to grasp my cock. I tilt back my head, relishing the touch of her hands on my skin. She lifts her eyes, looking innocent and striking, before she curls her soft fingers around my dick, gently stroking me several times.
“You’re so hard,” she moans, holding me in her hands. She licks her luscious lips and then runs her tongue over the tip of my cock before she greedily puts it into her mouth. My knees buckle slightly, and I can’t resist thrusting into her warm and tender mouth. I’m unable to think straight as I fist her hair in my hands. She whimpers as she takes all of me, stretching her mouth over my aching cock. The vibration of her mouth against me sends electricity throughout my body. Watching her sexy fucking lips slide up and down is almost more than I can take, and I fight every impulse to force myself deeper into her mouth.
She increases her pace, keeping her eyes closed and focusing on her rhythm as I caress her face and coax her mouth to continue its pace. She mewls and moans, sucking me deeper as her lust intensifies. She pulls away to take a breath, resting one hand on my thigh for balance and the other holding my cock. She peeks from under the hair that has fallen over her gorgeous eyes and smiles coyly, knowing damn well what she’s doing to me. She takes me back inside her mouth, pumping me with her hand while she moves her lips faster and applies more pressure over the tip of my cock. Clenching my hands into fists, my body tenses. I’m close to my fucking release that I have been yearning for since she put her delicious mouth on me. “Fuck, doll, that feels so good,” I grunt, breathing heavily as I grab her hair before coming long and hard into her mouth. A low groan rises deep within my chest walls as I watch her swallow my cum. “God,” I say, trying to stay upright on my feet. I pull her up, kissing her neck as she pants hard in my ear.
“Mmm…” she mouths. “You taste so good,” she whispers into my ear.
“You taste better,” I rasp, crushing my lips over hers and pulling her into me as she returns my kiss fiercely. I take this as my cue to rip off the little bit of clothing she’s wearing. I need inside her now. She takes my hand and presses my fingers on her attention-starved clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I growl, kissing her neck. “Do you want me, doll?”She nods her head, pushing away from me and causing me to stumble toward the bed. Aggressive behavior. I’ve never seen this side of her before, but I can certainly get used to it.
“On the bed,” she demands.
“Okay...okay…” I relent eagerly. I’m so fucking hard I can’t see straight. Putting one hand on my chest she backs me up against the foot of the bed. She’s getting whatever she wants from me tonight, and I’m definitely going to make it worth her while.
“You’re gonna need to learn fast.” She mocks playfully, forcing me onto the bed as she throws her hands on her perfect hips. “I’m not going to be nice like I used to be.”
“Naughty is good,” I reply huskily, craving her like a drug addict.
“Get used to it,” she says, standing over me and wrapping her silky hair around her finger. “You wanna play?” she purrs, leaning over me as I lie back on my elbows on her bed.
“Yeah, doll.”
“My game...My rules... Got it?” She stresses each syllable in a breathy whisper.
“Fuck yeah, I got it,” I growl, watching her crawl over me.
“This is kind of like Simon Says, but…” She pauses and smiles provocatively, gently sliding the pad of her thumb over my bottom lip. “You do exactly what Elle says.” Her voice is raspy as she tilts my chin up to her lips and kisses me hard. She deftly pulls away, gazing at me through deep pools of lust and desire. I just want to please her, play her game, and bury myself deep inside her. Teasing me, she sits right on my straining eager cock. I clutch her waist as she closes her eyes in pleasure when I rub it against her pussy. Holy shit. This is fucking good.
“Kiss my neck,” she commands.
I don’t hesitate for a second. I sit up and grip the back of her neck, gently biting toward her jaw.
She whimpers, and it drives me out of my mind. “I said kiss.”
“I’m getting there, baby.” I can feel her hips move over me as she grinds against my cock. I let my lips travel down her neck to her collarbone.
“I love your mouth on me.”
“I love having my mouth all over you,” I reply, kissing her cleavage. I untie her top and free her beautiful breasts as I hungrily take one into my mouth.
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” she states as she fists my hair in her hands and pulls me back to look at her. Damn. I owe this to her. I’m her fucking slave.
“Pull my hair.”
I take her silky, brown hair and wind it in my hands and tug gently.
“Harder,” she moans.
I comply, pulling her hair like she wants me to. She moans when I slide my tongue across her bottom lip to open her mouth so I can fully taste her. I’m committing her to my memory. I place both of my hands into her hair and press her on top of my lips, so she’s meeting me with the same desire. She’s worth the wait and all the mornings I woke up with a raging hard-on. I need to fuck her like ther
e’s no tomorrow and stay with her forever.
She smiles over my mouth. Her lips are red and swollen from kissing. “Trace my spine.”
“This is fucking torture of the worst kind, doll.” I rasp, eagerly skimming my fingers up and down her spine. I’m fucking losing control.
Her eyes glisten as she pulls my hair harder. I don’t fucking blame her. I love her like this, and my dick likes it just fine, too. She can have her way with me tonight, but at some point, I’m going to turn the tables on her and she’s going to love every second of it.
“Hold me down,” she moans, nipping my ear and neck with her succulent lips. This is the invitation I’ve been looking for since she started playing her little game. I’m going to make her beg me to stop and do more than just hold her down. I want to ravage her, fondle her, fuck her and make love to her. There is no end to this, to us.
“Are you sure about this? Because once this happens, I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you go.”
“That’s the way I want it,” she says, trailing my jaw with her fingers. “You still have to do what I say.”
Flipping her onto the bed, I take her wrists and pull them over her head with one hand. With my other hand, I outline her body from the top of her ribs down to her waist and slide it down between her thighs where she automatically opens for me. I’m in heaven.
“Am I doing good, doll?”
“Yes, baby.” She pants, arching her body desperately to be one with mine. My dick is rock hard and aching as I climb over her, staring into her hazel eyes swirling with desire and want. This woman beneath me is breathtaking, stirring something so deep within me that it takes my breath away.
“Kiss me. I need you to kiss me,” she whimpers.
“Like this?” I tease her, biting her lower lip and loving the way she squirms and writhes beneath me. I taste her lips and her tongue when she opens for me, feeling her passion in that one kiss. I know I can’t hold out on this game much longer, but it’s her game and I’m her pawn.
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