She adjusts her position to curl into me and so I find myself wrapped around her. Her trembling stops and she turns to me, our faces mere inches apart. She looks over my face as I look at hers.
Staying like this for a while, she says, “I love you, Ghost.”
“I love you, Everly.” She smiles softly at my words before her eyes close and she falls into a slumber. Only then, do I follow her actions. My dreams are filled with a house, a pregnant wife to come home to, a pack of dogs, and laughter. I will stop at nothing to make these fantasies a reality. We are inevitable.
Chapter Twenty Five
Thirteen *inch* Ghost
Everly’s POV:
Just like everyday, I find myself in my personal gym sparring with Ghost. Slowly, we have been working towards the goal of rebuilding not only my strength but also my confidence. The latter, seeming like a futile effort. The night terrors haunt me in my sleep causing me to wake up in a cold sweat every night. They always result in Ghost cuddling me back to sleep, being the only way I let him touch me these days. Anytime his hands graze me, it nearly sends me back into a spiral. I just can’t. Maybe it’s from being raped multiple times a day while in the bunker or rather that I simply feel dirty. Like I’m tainted from the horror that was my captivity. I’ve tried showering to the point of welts but regardless of the amount of time spent washing or the temperature, I can never manage to scrub them from my soul. Stemming my thoughts, I refocus on my opponent. He stands at six foot nine inches, overshadowing my small frame of five foot four inches, arm guards up andready for my next attack. Dutifully, I wing my foot up landing a powerful kick to the pad. He jaunts back a bit but corrects himself. Barely putting up a fight, my frustration grows.
“How am I ever going to get my mojo back if you won’t give me a good fight?” I taunt. He laughs menacingly while shaking his head.
Still smirking, he trudges off the safety equipment and tosses them to the side. Without them, his muscles become defyingly present. Thick veins protrude in long lines down his forearms. I swallow at the sight. Looking into his eyes, he winks knowing exactly what my mind is thinking. He is deliriously attractive. Just the sight has my body quivering in a way that turns to trauma induced nausea. Breaking the tension, I jaunt forward throwing punches left and right. He dodges each with deadly precision, only increasing my frustration. He takes the opportunity to send his own fists hurtling towards me. I block each, he's strong but that’s not always an advantage. A bigger target is often slower compared to a small fast one. An idea comes to me as I drop and slide between his legs. Looking down, leaves him distracted as I jump onto his shoulders. Locking my thighs around his neck, I use the momentum to swing our bodies in a circle. The motion causes what I intended, with us falling to the ground in a thud. We both huff as the wind is knocked from our lungs. Sliding around, I straddle his waist with my fake knife held against his neck. The only palatable sound is that of our heavy labored breathing as we work towards an internal equilibrium.
Our eyes look into the others, drinking in the proximity between us. The intimate position stirs feelings deep within me that I’ve all but put to the side. His restraint is evident on his face, clear that he feels it too. He has respected myboundaries thus far but his control is wavering at this moment. His energy switches between lust and frustration. His anger isn’t pointed at me though, it's at himself for wanting something he knows he shouldn’t allow himself to. I can feel it too. The magnetic tone between us. My want for this man screams blatantly as the rage I have within battles for control. Involuntarily, my head inches down until our faces are close enough that I can feel quickening breaths on my lips. I lick them mechanically causing his eyes to dash in their direction.
“Only you have the ability to tear me apart and put me back together again, Everly. Be careful with my pieces.” His words flush more air across my now parted lips. This man is either going to ruin me or be my salvation, either way I desire him like no other human has for another. I nod softly, giving a silent promise.
My lips move closer until the tip of our noses touch. I can barely breathe from the heat dancing between us. Helpless or in control, I am the only one who has the power to decide.
Making up my mind, I look into his eyes again and say, “I want to try something, please don’t move.”
His breathing hitches as my face tilts and comes down, causing our lips to graze each other. His ever obvious erection grows between us and I have to bite down a moan from passing my mouth. It’s not for lack of wanting him, it's an invisible force field that demands submission from me. Not allowing me to follow through with my thoughts. I am in control for once, pushing against this barrier. I close the distance between us as I kiss him. It’s delicate. No passion, no aggression, just a tender kiss like one you would give a family member. Ghost doesn’t move an inch, except to close his eyes. The only evidence of his feelings is the growing erection in his workout pants thatpresses itself against my ass. My body tenses as panic trickles in slowly. My heart pounds in my ears as I squeeze my eyes shut to combat the overwhelming urge to run. Not allowing myself to fall victim to those thoughts, I push through and move my lips slowly. He mechanically copies my movements. My one hand comes up to gently run over the side of his face. My fingers trace their way up until they intertwine with his hair. Something comes over me as I pull at the roots and he groans in response.
“Can I touch you?” His breathing is heavy as he pulls away from our kiss. His voice is harsh and strangled. I nod softly.
His hands come up to my arms as if he's afraid to touch the wrong places. They move to my neck and up further to cup my head. It’s not enough though. It feels taboo to want more than what I have. To not shrink at the feeling of being touched. To not want to cry with a man kissing me like he is. The difference is that Ghost isn’t just a man. He is part of my being. Like another part of myself I didn’t know I needed until we met. With this, I grasp his wrists and move them to my body. One lands on my ass while the other holds my waist. Lifting my hips slightly, his dick jaunts forwards between my thighs. I set my weight onto him again as I feel the length of him pulse against me. It’s girthy and long in a way that causes my eyes to roll back in my head mindlessly. I would literally pray to it like it was my God, if I had any less morals when it came to the man it's attached to. I shamelessly rub myself against it as fire ignites inside of me. His hands move slowly as they run over my body. He moans loudly which causes me to do the same. We are like two teenagers discovering the touch of another person for the first time. I yelp in surprise as he moves us in one swift motion to place me to straddle his lap while he sits up. The need for him to still be in control is ever apparent. It’s a part of his genetics to dominate my body like he owns it, and he does own it. Let’s make thatclear, I could never tell this man no. Within moments, I am rubbing myself like a feral animal against his engorged erection. It’s been so long since I felt this need. Without thinking, I shove one of my hands down the front of his shorts and grasp his dick. He shudders at the contact and offers a long hungry moan like he just took a bite from the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. I hesitantly stroke it, slowly allowing myself to let go of my fears and be in this moment with him. Just as I am about to pick up speed, a throat being cleared in the distance causes our heads to whip in its direction. Standing near the doors are the guys, who look everywhere but at us. My hand rips from Ghost’s body and I stand quickly, smoothing out my clothes as if they aren’t skin tight. I look down at Ghost who has a shit eating grin plastered across his face while shaking his head.
“We-uh-were just-,” I am cut off by Ghost’s hand on my waist. Looking up to him questioningly, he kisses my head before turning his attention towards the group still frozen by the exit.
“We were doing exactly what it looked like. Thanks for being royal cock blockers. Anywho, excuse us while I go do unholy things to her.” He says with almost no humor in his tone. He quickly throws me over his shoulder as I hide beneath my hair to avoid their gaping stares. How can this man be so effortlessly confident in all things? We walk out of the room and just as he promises, we go to our bedroom. Might as well call it ours, since he hasn’t slept anywhere else since the night he bought it for me. Still pissed about that one. I could have bought it in cash if I was given a chance. I’m not some needy, money hungry person. Tossing me onto the bed, he climbs the bed and positions himself over top of me.
“I am going to take your pants off now.” He lets me know before moving. I lift my ass slightly, allowing him better access. In onemotion, he pulls both my shorts and panties down. Left barren, my thoughts begin to take over causing me to close my thighs and quiver. He picks up on the shift and lays down beside me.
“Sit on my face, Little Siren. Use me.” He begs. It takes me a moment to get the confidence to do as he says, but I do. Hovering over his face, his breath tickles my core and I nearly melt.
“When I say sit I mean sit, Everly.” He softly growls and uses his forearms to rip me down onto him. Just as I do, his tongue meets my folds while giving long strokes between them. He starts focusing on my clit as pressure builds inside me. I'm a mess of moans and cries as he drives me closer to an orgasm. I need more, but there’s a wall of restraint within my mind that fears penetration. It feels too personal, too close, and too painful. His hands, with arms still wrapped about my legs, stroke my inner thighs. My legs shake, whether in fear or euphoria I’m unsure. His one arm disappears and suddenly there are fingers dancing around my entrance. Pushing away my fears, I lean into his single digit as it thrusts itself inside me. A relieving moan leaves my lips as he gently moves his finger in and out. It’s still not enough, I need all of him. I need his touch to erase theirs from my mind.
“I need all of you.” I tell him. He puts his arms under my thighs and glides me down effortlessly until I'm just above his standing erection. When did he take his shorts off? I pull my sports bra off and discard it onto the floor.
“Last chance, baby. Are you sure?” Even with his overwhelming need, he respects me. Never taking more than I would allow.
“Please. I need them to go away.” He understands what I mean, as he nods and carefully lowers me until the head of his dickpresses into me. My nails claw at his chest as I bare my teeth from the pressure. Moments later, I’m fully seated on him as he moans out in a way that says he would cry if he could.
“Oh my god.” We say in unison. I take control and begin bouncing ruthlessly on his dick. The sound of skin slapping and our moans fill the air.
“I won't last long if you keep doing that.” He says in between groans.
“Then don't. Replace them. Please.” With that, he grasps my hips and slams into me over and over as my orgasm rips through me. Second, he finds his own. His voice is caught in his throat at the intensity, causing no sound to come out his mouth that forms an “o”.
I move off of him and lay myself down next to him. He looks over my face as his fingers come up to trace its details.
“I am so fucking in love with you. I hope you know that.” He says meaningfully.
“I fucking love you too.” I return. His features change as he looks over me with uncertainty. Just as I am about to ask what he is thinking, he sits up slightly and removes his necklace.
