I didn’t tell her about my father, and she didn’t ask again. I have a feeling she didn’t want to push me.
She promised me she’d be here no matter what, and I should be relieved, but the thought of pulling her into the ‘no matter what’ makes me feel physically sick. She has no idea how ill he is. I didn’t. Did Scarlet?
“Mase, you coming to bed?” she calls to me from her bedroom door.
Standing from the miniature sofa, I walk the short distance to my beautiful girl, taking her in my arms and lifting her off her feet.
For the first time in a long time something feels right. Amongst all the chaos, she is good, pure—the only thing ever to breathe light on my dark.
“I owe you an orgasm, Pix,” I whisper into her neck.
“You do. I wasn’t going to let you forget.”
I smile down at her as I lay her out on the bed, her legs following as they fall open. “You promised once you were fed you’d feed me,” I say, lifting her hips off the bed until her head and shoulders are all that’s left on the mattress. “I want this. Every night.” I lick up her centre, starting the argument off strong. Her excitement coats my tongue and I swallow it down greedily. “Come live with me, so that every night I can come home and taste you on my lips and be reminded that there is good in the world.”
“Mase,” she moans as I jab my tongue inside her.
“You’re the only thing that grounds me, Nina,” I say, moving to suck on her glistening bud. She writhes on my face, trying to get away and closer all at the same time. “Come and live with me.”
“I can’t,” she pants.
I pull away from her, blowing up her centre, then drop her to the bed. I lie over her, with one question on my lips. “Why?”
“It’s too soon, what will our friends think?” she whines, using her thumb to wipe herself from me. “I like my independence. It’s all I have left, all I’m used to.”
I slide into her, her back arching off the bed, her mouth dropping open.
“Is that all that’s in my way?” I ask, rolling my hips as I suck her thumb into my mouth.
She turns her head to face me, that incredible smile pulling at her lips, her dimples on full display. “Yes, and you won’t win.”
“Baby, I already have.” I smirk, flattening my thumb to her clit.
“Hmmmmm.”
She grabs my wrist adding to the pressure I apply there, then starts to buck into me, trying to get more friction. It takes everything in me not to move inside her.
I’m too fucking close.
“You’ll move in with me?” I say strained.
“No,” she declares almost sadly.
I pull my hand away, pulling out of her like she knew I would. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I wait, knowing I won’t be the one to give in.
But that quirk of her brow, it fucks with me, because I know that she won’t give in either. My mistake wasn’t asking her to move in with me—I know she wants it. The safety and security it would bring. No, my mistake was trying to take it from her. Her independence. Her choice.
She won’t give that up.
So when she pulls herself up the bed and away from me, tucking herself in as she huffs in pure frustration. I laugh, a loud chuckle that I haven’t allowed in years because I know she’s just aced me.
“Get the light.” She sulks.
* * *
Nina
His big handwraps around my ankle, and I’m whipped down the bed in a flash, my legs flattened wide under his strong forearms.
