by Nashoda Rose
“The knuckles are from the bag and from Logan sparring with me. I took your advice, Savvy. I hit a bag instead of a person. Took me a while, but after the raid, shit changed for me.” He slipped out from under me and stood.
I reached up and dipped my fingers in the waistband of his pajamas. “I liked you then, and I like you now, Killian. I’m just not sure if we want the same things.”
His fingers curled around my wrist that was holding his pants, and he slowly dragged them down while I held them. His cock sprung free and his pants pooled on the floor.
“We want the same fuckin’ things, Savvy.”
“A home? Family? Kids?” I asked.
He scowled, jaw clenching. “It will work.”
“Killian, I can’t do it again. Be with someone for years and find out they don’t want what I do.”
“Don’t ever compare me to that asshole,” he ground out.
“I’m not comparing you to him. You’re nothing like him. I’m being clear as to what I want, and I want a home.”
“You can’t deny that you want me.”
“I’m not. I do.” But eventually that wouldn’t be enough.
“Just you. That’s all I need. And I need you right now.” His eyes trailed down my naked body then back up again to meet my eyes. “You ready to play, Savvy?”
My eyes widened and my breath locked in my throat. I nodded.
He shook his head. “No, baby. I need words. Unless of course my cock is in your mouth or you’re gagged.”
Holy fucking shit.
My sex pulsed, throbbed, quivered and my voice crackled as I said, “Yes.”
“Good. Finish watching the movie. I’ll clean up first.”
He was going to leave me like this? My body aching for his touch while he cleaned up—naked.
“I’ll help,” I said, rising and the sheet falling to the floor. I sure as hell couldn’t concentrate on a movie now.
“Like fuck.” He hooked my waist when I went to grab a few empty containers. “Sit. Watch your movie.” He smirked. “Or watch me. But I want you here on the couch waiting for me.” He ran his hand down my body to my mound and slid his fingers on either side of the folds. “Christ. Soaked.”
I arched into him moaning as his finger circled my entrance, but he didn’t put it inside me. Instead, he dragged his wet fingertips up my body all the way to my mouth. He didn’t have to ask this time as I opened my mouth. He slipped his finger inside and I tasted myself.
“Sit,” he urged.
I did.
He put his hands on my thighs and gently spread them apart. “Stay like that.”
“What?”
“Legs apart, baby.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I couldn’t because, God, I ached for him and keeping my legs open was painful without him touching me. But I clamped my mouth closed, and he chuckled before turning and giving me a good view of his ass as he collected the containers and took them into the kitchen.
I tried not to look over at her on the couch, legs parted, chest rapidly rising and falling, face flushed under the dim ceiling lights. Putting the containers in the bin, I took my time wiping off the counter that didn’t need wiping and rinsing out the sink.
She wanted kids. A family. A home.
I wanted to give her that, but I didn’t know if I could. I’d never considered any of those things before, but with her… maybe after shit settled with my father there was a chance? Fuck, losing her wasn’t an option.
When the credits rolled on the TV, I walked over and picked up the controller and shut it off. Without looking at her, I strode back into the kitchen.
Silence. That was what I wanted. Just the sound of her breathing. Opening the freezer, I took out an ice cube tray and bent it so the cubes popped free then put them into a bowl.
I heard the slight hitch in her breath at the sound of the ice cracking. I was betting she was an ice virgin. Good.
I knew I wasn’t her first with sex, but this was something much more than fucking. It was incredibly intimate and sensual. It was about trust and losing yourself to the other person. Submitting. Trusting.
I didn’t have a candle, which I’d have preferred, but I had honey, and it would have a similar effect when heated. I reached up into the cupboard and took out the honey. After squeezing some into a glass, I placed it in the microwave.
While I waited for it to heat, I looked over at Savvy who was very quiet on the couch.
My body stilled as I stared. Christ, so fuckin’ perfect.
Her eyes were closed, head tilted to rest on the back of the couch as if she were sleeping, but I knew she wasn’t.
Not with her legs parted and her hands resting on her inner thighs as if she was debating whether to touch herself.
She was listening, and when the microwave dinged, there was a subtle jerk of her body. I padded across the space to my closet and took out one of my ties. Then I picked up the bowl of ice and the glass of honey and went back to her.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I instructed while placing the bowl and glass on the coffee table. “I’m going to blindfold you with my tie.”
The pulse in her throat beat faster. “Okay,” she replied, remembering the rules to give me words. I could read her body, but it was important that I had her verbal consent because her body might want it, but not her mind.
I leaned over her, being careful not to touch her as I placed the silk material over her eyes and gently tied it. Her hands rose and she touched it.
Her apprehension rose from the way her body stiffened, so I ran my hand over the top of her head. “Relax, orchid. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.”
“But you’re still scared?”
She nodded. “Yes. A little. I’ve never been blindfolded before.”
I liked that she admitted that to me.
“Lie down on the couch, Savvy.”
I was silent while she shuffled around to lie back, putting her legs up. Once she was settled, I stirred the ice cubes with my finger, so she’d hear them clinking.
“I used to watch you dance in the gym before class.”
She gasped, and her hands went to the blindfold to pull it off, but I reached out and took hold of her wrists. Slowly, I lowered them to rest on her thighs, and she opened her mouth to say something. “Shh. Just listen and feel.”
She swallowed. I picked up an ice cube and droplets of water dripped on her skin as I held it over the top of her abdomen.
She sucked in air, her muscles tightening.
“I’d watch you dance by yourself through that tiny window every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday.” I lowered the ice cube to her nipple, circled it, then moved to the other before trailing a cold path down her body to her clit where I rested it there and let it melt from the heat of her body.
Her legs quivered. My cock was rock-hard, and I wouldn’t be able to take as long as I wanted before I needed inside her. But I had to give her something as she was uncertain about us.
I sifted around in the bowl for another ice cube and brought it to her mouth. She parted her lips, and I wet the surface before slipping it into her mouth with my fingers holding it. She sucked on it, and I watched her throat as she swallowed the small amounts of liquid the ice offered.
“When I watched you, it was like I could breathe. The anger inside me evaporated like the ice. It melted away with the heat of your body as you danced.” I withdrew the ice from her mouth and slid it down her skin to her inner thigh. With my other hand, I grabbed a handful of cubes and placed them on her stomach before I picked up the glass of warm honey.
I tested it first to make certain it wasn’t too hot by placing a small amount on my wrist. I dipped my finger in again so it was coated with the thick sugar then traced across her lips.
A moan escaped her throat.
“Lick your lips, Savvy.”
Her tongue slowly slid across the plush surface and it took every ounce of control I had not to fuckin’ kiss her. But
I had to share one more thing with her.
“I’d never met you, but I knew what kind of person you were from the moment I saw you with Daniel consoling him.” A small sound escaped her lips. “And when I was near you, it was like… the hatred and anger, all of it was gone.”
I bathed my finger in the honey again then drew around her nipple before I bent and licked the erect nub before drawing it into my mouth.
She arched into me, and I put my palm on her stomach to keep her in place, the ice now a pool of water that dribbled down her sides.
“I stayed away from you, so you wouldn’t be ruined by me. I couldn’t chance you getting hurt when you were made up of all the goodness I’d lost.” Two wet stains appeared on my blue silk tie over her eyes. “I didn’t want to care. Caring and losing again… I couldn’t do it. But I already did care, Savvy. It was too late.”
Her breath came in short gasps as if she was trying to stop herself from crying, while at the same time, trying not to be aroused by what I was doing to her body.
“What I said at the cemetery about your mother was cruel, but I didn’t know how to be nice anymore. I wanted everyone to hate me. But you didn’t. You believed in me. I don’t know why, but I felt it.” I tilted the glass and poured honey between her breasts and watched the thick golden sugar trail a path to her belly button. “When you left, I changed. And a lot of that had to do with you. And the guys in the band. The music.” I inhaled a deep breath. “I swore never to find you because I knew if I did, I’d never let you go. I needed you to come to me, Savvy.” I swirled my tongue around her belly button then followed the honey upward. “And you did. And this time, I won’t let you go.”
She blindly found my forearms and tugged me closer. “Killian. Kiss me. Please. I need you to kiss me.”
I tore off her blindfold and hooked her back, dragging her hard up against me. Then our mouths collided.
She moaned beneath my bruising assault. Her hands in my hair, the glass of honey forgotten as it spilled over her body between us.
I growled low in my throat as I crawled onto the couch, taking her with me so we lay on it together. The glass fell on the floor, forgotten. The ice melted in the bowl, forgotten. The honey sticking to our skin, forgotten.
But what wasn’t forgotten was the taste of her salty tears as I kissed her. The same as eleven years ago. And I couldn’t get enough of her.
It was dangerous, the way I felt about her. Powerful. Intense. Consuming. And yeah, it was obsessive.
“Fuck, Savvy. Fuck.” I growled as I stroked my cock up and down her sex before settling it at her entrance.
She held my head in her hands as I drew back and our eyes locked. Tears stained her cheeks as she smiled at me.
And it was a smile that lit her eyes and warmed my chest.
“I never forgot you, Killian. The orchid was a piece of you I took with me. I thought that was all I’d ever have of you.”
I kissed her again, and her hands slid down my forearms that kept me perched above her.
I tilted my hips and slid inside her. The anticipation, the constant arousal, the need… it finally interlocked into a wild craze of limbs and mouths.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I thrust, and she met my movements with her own. Our bodies smacked together, honeyed skin sticking each time.
We rolled right off the couch onto the hardwood floor, her on top of me, my cock still deep inside. The small of my back hurt, but it wasn’t from the landing, it was the glass I fell on that shattered and cut into my skin. But no chance was I stopping this.
I grabbed her hips. “Ride me, Savvy.”
She sat up, lifted slightly then came down on my cock.
Over and over again.
I watched as her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she rode me.
Fuck, I’d never get enough of this. Of her. And it didn’t even have to be sex. Just being with her.
I grabbed her ass with one hand, fingers in her crevice and it urged her on harder and faster.
“Yes,” she cried.
I gently applied pressure to her tight puckered ring and slowly the resistance eased and my finger slid inside.
“Killian,” she panted. “Oh, God. Yes.”
My finger slid in and out as she rode me hard on the floor. I met her thrusts with my own so I sank deeper.
“Christ, orchid. Christ.” Every muscle tightened as my orgasm exploded into a roar of firecrackers.
Her core squeezed my cock, thighs clamping and her fingernails scraped down my chest as she came, too, then collapsed on top of me, so her head tucked into the crook of my neck.
My finger slid from her ass, and she moaned and kissed the hollow of my throat. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me until our hearts returned to normal.
“Have to move, baby.” We sat up together, her arms coming around my back.
I winced when she touched the glass embedded in my back. “Killian?” She scrambled off my lap to take a look. “Oh, my God. The glass.”
“Don’t move.” I climbed to my feet then picked her up in my arms.
I carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, but that didn’t last as she hopped off and ran into the bathroom. “Killian.” She peeked around the corner scowling, with a facecloth in her hand. “Come here.”
My girl had boss in her. I inwardly smiled as I strode into the bathroom and her boss became more boss as she took over. I remembered she had first aid training and she still volunteered at the hospital.
“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.” I chuckled, listening to her, but did as I was told. “God, I can’t believe you didn’t say anything.” She examined my back. “It looks like there are three shards in your back. Where are your tweezers?”
“Savvy, I don’t have tweezers.”
“Such a guy,” she muttered under her breath, and it was cute. “I guess you don’t have disinfectant either?”
I did because of my knuckles when I punched the bag too hard. I reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out the bottle and gauze.
“I’ll try and use my fingernails,” she said and put her hands on my waist firmly as if to make sure I knew this is where she wanted me.
I liked this side of her. Fuck, I liked all sides of her. And I didn’t want to spend another night without her. It was fast. Fuck, it was supersonic, but I’d waited eleven fuckin’ years. Now that she was here, I didn’t want her going back to that apartment. But she was already hesitant after dick David and pushing her could push her right out the fuckin’ door.
Savvy gingerly removed shards of glass the size of fuckin’ rice grains from my back with her fingernails. I stood quietly and waited while she played nurse. She’d always had this nurturing quality about her. Something I’d been drawn to, maybe because it was something I lacked. When Emmitt died, caring died with him—until Savvy.
“Do you have any salve?” she asked.
“In the cupboard above the toilet.” When she went to walk away, I turned and grabbed her by the hips, tugging her backward into me. I kissed the back of her neck. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I don’t want you to go.” I meant ever, but I couldn’t tell her that. She wasn’t ready.
She smiled. “I’m just getting the salve.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, letting her go.
She went and got the salve then applied it to the wounds before her hands settled on my hips.
“Killian?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“At Compass, you said you knew every single way my body moved. It’s because you used to watch me dance.”
“Yes.”
“I never saw you. Not once.”
I turned and softly stroked up and down her arms. “If you did, would you’ve stopped?”
“Probably. You scared me. And you weren’t very nice.” She reached up and touched my cheek. “But you’re nice now. When you�
��re not being bossy.”
I cupped her chin. “This is going somewhere, Savvy.”
“Do you ever not get what you want, Killian?”
“Yes, for eleven years.”
I rolled over to snuggle into Killian’s warmth, but all I found was a cold mattress.
Sitting up, the sheet held to my chest, I scanned the warehouse for him. It didn’t take long to figure out what he was doing when I heard the smacks of his fists hitting the hard leather.
The punching bag was at the far end of the warehouse, and there were no lights on, but the sun was rising and peeked through the windows, offering a soft orange glow across the room.
His muscles flexed with every hit. Tattoos expanding over his biceps as he drew his arm back, hand curled into a fist as he plowed into the bag. Over and over again, skin glistening with sweat.
Unable to look away, I stared breathlessly as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Agile and beautiful. I’d never seen him fight in school, but as I watched him now, I realized why no one could beat him.
There was a fierce concentration on his face. Determination. A hardness. There was anger too, but it was controlled. As if he had a leash on it and held it back.
With each punch the anger lessened. As if he was hitting more than just a bag. He was hitting someone and beating him down. And with it the anger.
But there was more to the haunting sound of him punching the bag. It was the pain beneath the anger. A pain so deep that it was what drove him to do this. Not the anger.
Naked, I crawled from bed and walked toward him, my heart breaking as I continued to watch him. Hit after hit, his face a mask of intensity.
He was so focused on the bag, he didn’t notice my approach until I lightly touched his waist as he was about to swing. He tensed then grabbed the bag with both hands to steady it.
It took a second before the strain in his muscles eased, and he lowered his arms, turned and inhaled a ragged breath. His pulse throbbed in his neck, and it was obvious he’d been at this for a while.