Fuck me, the way her face lights up.
Yeah, this is my best idea ever.
Well, so far, it has room to get better still.
We work in comfortable silence as we roast our marshmallows, and I watch Kat’s face scrunch up in disgust when I let mine burn to a crisp before popping it right in my mouth.
“Gross, doesn’t it just taste like ash?” she asks, and I almost choke on the gooey mess.
“What?” I cough before clearing my throat and trying again. “If it tasted like ash, do you think I would eat it?”
She shrugs, pulling her perfectly golden roasted marshmallow off the fire, and I shake my head as I grab her graham crackers and a Reese’s, the superior s’mores chocolate filling.
Watching someone eat shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but I’ve found there isn’t a thing she can do that isn’t attractive, not to mention the sounds she makes.
Her moan feels loud in the otherwise quiet night, and my cock throbs in response, ready and willing.
“Oh my god, this is amazing, Des,” she gushes before shoving more in her mouth, and I lick my lips at the pretty picture I’ve painted of it being my cock she’s devouring.
I shake the thought away as a smile pulls at my lips, happy to have been able to help her feel better.
I hate when she cries; it makes me want to kill people and throw up at the same damn time, but it’s even worse right now because there’s nobody to kill, yet.
“I’m glad you like it. Oli makes his with those fudge stripe cookies instead of graham crackers, and they’re pretty good too, but not s’mores if you ask me,” I ramble as I watch her finish her s’more, her tongue darting out to lick up a bit of marshmallow off her lip before she pops her finger in her mouth to do the same.
Fuck, it’s suddenly hot out here, and I’ve got a feeling it has nothing to do with the fire.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, reaching for her skewer and putting another marshmallow on the end.
Any progress I’d just made melts away as she turns back toward the fire, a faraway look on her face.
The urge to do something, say something, anything, is so strong that I lace my fingers together to stop myself.
I’d love nothing more than to distract her from this, but that doesn’t fix anything long-term, and I can’t stand the thought of her like this, sad and afraid, but the idea of her dealing with it alone when we’re not here to help her tears me up inside.
“I’m putting you all in danger.” I’d been so deep in thought that I almost didn’t hear her heartbreaking whisper.
“Kat.” I watch as her marshmallow catches fire, but she doesn’t move it despite looking right at it; it’s as if she’s looking through it.
“He’s never going to stop, Des, and I don’t want to be the reason something happens to any of you,” she gasps, squeezing her eyes closed and shaking her head as a tear rolls down her cheek. “Not again,” her voice trembles, and that’s my breaking point.
I scoop her up into my arms and pull her tight to my chest, feeling the way her body shakes as she cries for the second time tonight over this stupid piece of shit.
“He will never,everget his hands on you or any of us ever again. Vince’s guys are going to find him, and we’re going to take care of this.” I rub a hand down her face, cupping her cheek and gently tilting her head back so that she looks up at me. Tears fill her red-rimmed eyes, falling down her cheek and making my heart squeeze in my chest. She gasps for air around a broken sob, and I feel the sting in the back of my eyes.
“He can’t have you, Kat. You’re mine now, and I’m never going to let you go.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide in disbelief, and I could almost laugh if this weren’t so damn serious.
Still, she doesn’t realize just how much she means to me, to us. The lengths to which we would go to keep her safe and by our side, but she will.
As soon as Vince’s guy finds this sick son of a bitch, she’ll know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
We sit together, with her wrapped up in my arms, and it’s just us; she’s all I see, all I want.
I’m not sure what she sees when she looks into my eyes, but after a moment, a smile pulls at her beautiful, full lips before she throws her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in the crook of my neck. I feel the tears that stain my skin as her arms squeeze me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, holding her just as tight, breathing her in.
This woman is my future, my everything.
