by Leah Holt
I fell in love years ago with a girl I didn't know. I fell in love years ago with a girl that didn't know me.
I lost her before I had the chance to find her. She was stripped from my hands before I ever closed my fingers.
And I wasn't going to lose her all over again.
Chapter Fourteen
Cole
Locke laid on the bed, her legs kicked up over her back. The large t-shirt I gave her to wear, floated around her thin frame, barely touching her skin. “Can we bring in the television today?”
Pushing the stack of papers to the side of my desk, I twisted in my seat. “Yeah, we can do that.”
“Good, I think I've read all these books twice already.” Dropping the paperback to the floor, she rolled onto her back. “What are you doing over there?”
Leaning back in my chair, I nibbled the end of my pen as I watched her legs rub back and forth over each other. The heat in my chest spread down through my stomach, working heavy fingers around my cock.
The muscle in my pants jerked to life, growing hard and firm as her toes pointed seductively and her hands softly touched her shoulders.
Biting the end of the pen, I adjusted myself in the chair. “I was working.”
Locke batted her lashes as she smiled. “Am I distracting you?” Resting the tip of her finger on her breast, she circled the hardened bead.
“Distracting is the wrong word, you're teasing me.”
“Teasing you?” Pinching her nipple, she licked her lips. “Why would you think I was teasing you?”
Staring at her, I let my eyes lick her body. This woman was perfection in every way. Her hair was fanned out under her head, spreading like the tail of a peacock on the mattress. The large shirt still outlined her perfect tits and hourglass curves.
I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, exploring the spots that made her giggle and the ones that made her moan. The tip of my tongue touched the back of my teeth, my cock thickened as all the blood in my veins charged down.
Standing up, my dick pushed angrily into my jeans. “You won't be teasing me much longer.”
Locke lifted her finger to her lips and nibbled the end gently. A coy smile slipped across her face as her lids hooded. “Good, I don't think I could wait any longer. You've been staring at those papers for hours and I've been trying to get your attention. It finally worked.”
“Why are you still wearing that shirt?”
Her eyes turned sultry as she bit her bottom lip. “Because you haven't taken it off yet.” Clamping her knees together, she raised her arms over her head.
A raspy growl clawed its way out of my throat as I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs. Curling my fingers around her hips, I dug in hard. “You're a bad girl.”
“Am I?” Rocking her waist, her back arched up off the mattress, forcing her mound against my stomach. “I kind of like being a bad girl, it feels good.”
Sliding my hands up her belly, I slipped them under the shirt and cupped her tits. “I'm about to make you feel a whole lot better.”
Closing her eyes, she let out a heavy breath as her head tipped back. There was no way for me to put into words how good it felt having her with me. It was powerful, it fueled me, it made me feel like I was finally whole. She was the only thing I ever wanted.
She was safe with me.
She was meant for me.
Time had done nothing to change the feelings I felt inside for this girl. She didn't know I existed back then, but that hadn't stopped me from falling for her. The first time I laid eyes on her something inside me changed.
Those feelings were still there, hiding behind pain and guilt, but they were just as strong.
Her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me down. Resting her lips against my ear, she whispered. “Is it wrong that I enjoy being here? Is it bad for me to not want to run?” Her tongue traced the shell of my ear. “Because I like this, and I can't tell if what I feel is real or not. Maybe this is all just a trick and any moment the curtain is going to drop.”
Holding myself up on my forearms, I looked down on the face of an angel. “If you feel it, it's definitely real.” Kissing her hard, I curled my fingers into her hair and gripped the roots. “Nothing is wrong if it's what you want. Do you want this? Can you feel it. . .” Pausing, I slid a finger down her chest between her tits. “Deep down?”
“Will you keep me?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against mine. “Keep me so this never has to end.”
“I never planned on letting you go.” Rocking my hips, I rubbed my hard-on up and down her pussy.
I could feel her heat through my jeans, I could smell her nectar as her pussy grew wet and melted in need.
Locke moaned, pressing her tits up in the air. Her nipples were hard, popping out through the shirt. “Take this thing off me.”
Tearing at the cloth, I yanked it over her head. Her skin exploded in goosebumps as she wriggled beneath me. Dropping the shirt to the floor, I gripped her tits hard. Dragging my tongue over the pebbled skin, I sucked her pale pink buds.
Her pulse picked up, beating so hard I could hear her veins pumping the blood through her body. Scraping her nails down my back, Locke ripped my shirt over my head and sunk her teeth into my shoulder.
The pain hit my nerves, making my cock jump and my heart beat faster. I was hard as a rock, unable to hold back anymore. Freeing the engorged muscle, I pushed her thighs apart and started stroking my dick.
Her pussy glistened as I dipped two fingers in, pumping them fast and hard. Locke's eyes snapped shut as she gasped. I wanted to feel her come over and over again.
I wanted to take her with my fingers, I wanted to take her with my tongue, I wanted to take her with my cock.
I wanted to take every piece of her and keep her for myself, never allowing the world to touch her again.
This is mine. She's mine.
And no one is going to take her from me.
Sinking my fingers in deep, I thumbed her clit. Locke's pussy tightened, holding me inside. Her thighs shook, trembling violently as I strummed her clit and forced the orgasm to shoot around her body.
“Fuck, Cole, fuck.” Locke dragged her hands through her hair, pulling it tight around her scalp.
Kissing her belly, I slowed down and slipped my fingers free. The juice dripped down my hand, coating me in liquid satisfaction.
Licking my lips, I sucked her flavor off my skin and moaned. “I'm not done with you yet.” Holding her thighs open, I pushed myself down and placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thigh. “I need more.”
Flicking her clit with my tongue, I felt her body convulse. “Mm,” she hissed as she bit her bottom lip hard.
The way she nibbled her lips drove me insane. She had no idea how much it turned me on. I could taste her all day, I could swallow her till I was full and it still wouldn't be enough.
I was addicted.
Licking and tasting, I lapped up her cream, swallowing every last bit I could. She tasted so sweet, she tasted like honey and pure desire. “I'm going to make you come again, I'm going to make you come on my face.” Sucking her clit, I ran my tongue up her hot center. “And then I'm going to make you come on my cock.”
Twirling my tongue faster and faster around her needy button, Locke's muscles turned stiff, forcing her to snap her thighs shut against the side of my head. I didn't stop, I kept going, I kept licking and licking until her pussy juiced again, pulsing against my lips.
Falling limp, Lock drew her fingers through my hair, twirling the strands and then letting them fall free. “Oh my god, Cole, I've never felt anything like that before.”
Pressing up on my knees, I curled my hands under ass and lifted her off the bed. “I'm not done with you.” Guiding my cock to her entrance, I pushed in fast and hard.
I had to fuck her, I had to take her and make her mine. My cock hurt, it throbbed and pulsed painfully, begging for a release.
Thrusting in, I stayed still for a moment, just allowing
her tight pussy to clench around me. Her walls closed in, milking my shaft. A small piece of heaven had just gobbled me up, silencing any thoughts that tried to climb into my head.
Right then it was just us. There was no outside world, there was no time or space or air. I didn't need to breathe because she was the oxygen that filled my lungs. I didn't need to hear because she was the only voice I ever wanted.
This was what I had wanted all those years ago. I wanted to share myself with her, but I never got the chance. Things happened that changed everything.
I thought I'd never see her again, I thought she would disappear and become a figment of my imagination; the girl that I would always compare others to.
Now I had her, she was mine and I never planned on letting go.
My balls drew up instantly, ready to explode, ready to fill her with hot come. Pulling back, I thrusted again and again. I felt wild, lost in her warmth and slick desire.
Digging my hands into the plump muscle of her ass, I held her in place. My heart beat a million times a second as I took in heavy breaths and pounded her hard.
Grunting loud, I gave one last thrust, letting go deep inside her. Our eyes locked, hers glistening in a moment of pure happiness. I watched her stoic expression as her chest heaved and her muscles twitched.
She was a lost soul.
She was a tortured star.
And I couldn't help but think that right then. . .
Locke was just Locke.
She was the girl who still had a future she could never see. She was the girl who could still take the ashes at her feet and create new life.
And I was going to give it all back to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Locke
Clicking on the television, I crossed my legs on the bed and placed Frito in my lap. I was getting used to this, used to being there and not having to endure the sharp stabbing fear that someone was out there waiting to snatch me.
I felt a sense of relief as that constant state of panic faded away and I was able to relax. I was untouchable in his home, safe and protected. I was happy.
I didn't want to go back out into the real world, where everything was unpredictable and tomorrow wasn't a promise.
All of this, everything around me, it was so much better than my life outside these walls.
Scratching Frito's head, I flipped through the stations. “You know, Frito, I think this is what we needed. Don't you?” Lifting his head up as I talked, his chest rumbled with a deep purr.
Cole didn't lock the door anymore, he didn't have to. I didn't plan on going anywhere, not anytime soon. He believed me, he listened to the gut feelings I had about someone out there watching me, and he didn't laugh in my face or tell me I was crazy.
That belief meant the world to me. No one else ever listened, not like him. But it went deeper than that, Cole knew I was right. All the details were there, I was exactly what that sick fucker was looking for.
Did I have any reason to rush out of this place? Not a chance in hell.
“Hi there, how's your day been?” Cole stepped into the doorway and leaned against the frame, tucking his hands into his ribs.
“Not too bad, relaxing actually.” Frito perked up his head and jumped to his feet. Climbing off the bed, he circled Cole, rubbing against his legs. “I think he likes you, that's a good thing.”
Bending down, he scratched the top of his head. “You know you don't have to stay cooped up in this room. Why don't you roam around, spread your wings, enjoy the rest of the house.” Fanning his arm like a model showcasing a brand new car, he gave me a big toothy grin.
Giggling, I nodded. “I know, but I like it in here.” Spreading my body across the bed, I coddled the blankets. “It's cozy.”
Looking down, Cole smiled and stepped over my cat. Reaching into his back pocket, he walked towards me. “Here,” he said, holding his hand out. “These belong to you, I'm sorry I took them.”
Pinching the pictures between my fingertips, I plucked them free. Coddling them in my palm, I let my eyes fall from his to embrace the faces of my sister and mother. “Thank you.”
“Don't thank me, it was wrong for me to take them from you.” Stroking his jaw, his neck stretched up as he tilted his head towards the ceiling. “I don't know why I took them to begin with. I guess it was selfishness, me looking for a way to keep you here maybe. I don't really know.”
“It's okay, you gave them back, that's all I care about.” Cole wouldn't look at me, he kept peering off at anything and everything that wasn't me. “Are you alright? What's wrong?”
Sighing, he took a step in and dropped to his haunches. “There's something I need to tell you.”
“Let me guess, is it that secret you hinted at before?”
Nodding, he fiddled with his hands, touching and picking at the surface. “I don't know how to tell you this, I wanted to tell you since the beginning, I just didn't know how.”
“Cole, please don't do this.” Reaching for his hands, I cupped them in mine, holding them still.
“No, I have to. You need to know this, Locke. If I don't tell you now, then I don't know if I ever—”
Shooting forward, I kissed him. I stopped him from talking, I refused to let him taint what we had. I didn't want to know what ever the hell he thought he had to say. I wanted him just as he was.
I had already watched him change from sweet, to deceiving, and back into the man I had met. There was no more room for change.
He wanted to protect me from the shadows that followed me everyday. That was all I needed to know, that was all I cared about. Whatever happened before, whoever he thought he was at one point in his life, none of that mattered to me.
I felt grateful that he was able to give me happiness and make me smile and laugh. I was reborn again from a depressive mass into the woman I wanted to be. To feel again, to live again, to be free of the hell that surrounded me every damn day.
That was what I felt when I looked at him, I didn't need anything else.
Not seeing my mother was the only thing that bothered me, but she never acknowledged I was even there to begin with.
A part of me felt like maybe it was better this way. Maybe if I was gone, she could finally heal. She didn't need anymore reminders of the world she lost. She didn't need to keep reliving that day over and over as if it never ended.
Without me there as a constant reminder, healing might be a possibility.
My hope for her coming back as the mother I knew and loved had vanished. All I could do was hold onto the idea that it was still possible for her to come back as someone new. A new woman, in a new world, where children never existed and her life was just beginning.
Cole's lips buzzed over mine as he spoke. “Locke, you need to hear this.”
“Shut up.” Breathing heavy, I tore at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. “I don't care.”
Our tongues coiled around each other, licking and tasting. He was trying to break free, but I wouldn't let him. I kept kissing him, refusing to back away, refusing to let him utter one more word.
His strong hands worked their way into my hair, wrapping the strands tightly around clenched fists. Yanking my head back, I gasped as he bit my neck, nipping every inch of exposed flesh.
My nipples poked through my shirt, grazing his chest as he pushed his body against mine. We were all breath and soft moans, gentle growls and rough kisses. Words meant nothing when he had the power to evoke the person inside me that I had always wished I was.
I wanted to get lost in him. He had the strength and control to ease my fears and make my heart beat with life. He was everything I ever needed, he was all I needed.
“You think you can control this,” he whispered against my throat, digging his teeth in hard. “But you can't. You have to learn, you have to know the truth.”
Moaning, my eyes snapped shut with each bite. Curling my legs around his waist, I locked my feet around my ankles. “The truth is now, the truth is this. That's al
l I want, you're all I want.”
His shirt came off as I tugged it hard, throwing it to the floor like it was garbage. Raking my nails down his back, I ground my hips up into the thick bulge pushing against my inner thigh. I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to show me how much I meant to him, I wanted him to know that together nothing else mattered.
Not the past, not the future, not hidden secrets and lost memories. Nothing.
Our bodies rocked and rubbed, grinding hard. Holding on tight to his hips, I let my hands break free to work at his zipper. His cock jumped as I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his thick shaft.
“Fuck, I love when you touch me.” Cole's eyes rolled back in his head as his chest lurched to take in a big gulp of air.
Everything about him made me want more, it made my skin crawl with pinpricks and the heat of a thousand fires. The thick ink decorating his arms, the firm muscles that built his chest and back, the way his eyes sparkled with need and desire without any light to cast the glow.
All of it.
His lips found my collarbone, forcing a chill up my spine. On reflex my head fell back, lids sealing shut. “Mm.” Rolling my head on my shoulders, his face nuzzled into the nook between my neck and shoulder. “I can't get enough, you make me so wet.”
“I want you to drip, I want you to beg and plead for me to fuck you.”
Stroking his cock, I drew my thumb over the ridge on his crown, smearing the thin layer of pre-come over the tip. My legs spread wide, pussy exposed and grasping at air, aching for him to be inside.
Holding him against my entrance, I rocked my ass forward, pushing just the tip in. A throaty growl escaped his lips as his head fell forward onto my chest.
Every muscle in his body tensed up as his hands fell to the mattress. With white knuckles he gripped the bed, doing his best to not split me open just yet. “You're in charge this time, you take the lead.”
Dropping my fingers to his balls, I jiggled them in my palms. They were tight and firm, drawing up with just my touch. A light shiver scaled his body as I slowly guided him deeper inside.