Lowering my lips to hers, I sweep my tongue into her mouth to capture a taste of us, and my hips eagerly thrust against her. “Saint!” she sobs as another orgasm courses through her body.
“Cry pretty for me, baby, give it to me.” Fuck, there is nothing more intoxicating than my girl shattering to pieces for me. “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick buried deep inside this beautiful pussy and release with you.” Kissing along her throat, I murmur in her ear, “Inside of you, deep.”
“Saint,” she whimpers into my ear, “I want that too.” I press her head onto my shoulder at her whispered, “Do you think I’ll ever be ready?”
“I think your body already is, your mind just needs more time to catch up.” Kissing her temple, I move us towards the hot tub and slide a leg over the edge. We sit in the water together, warmed up from the chilly air.
“What if…”
Dissolving her doubt with a kiss, I turn her body around for her to look out at the starry sky, clear and pebbled with tiny shiny diamonds. “How about you just enjoy the moment, Lake. Allow your mind and body to savor what we just did.”
She sighs and relaxes into me as my dick stirs, nestling itself tight between her ass cheeks. I stifle a groan as Lake takes my hands and places them on her exposed breasts.
“Maybe you can touch me?” Her head tilts up to study my face.
Flashing her a wicked grin, I express my pleasure. “Anything you want.”
She wiggles and happily sighs in my lap, which is all I need to know that she’s definitely healing and heading towards becoming the woman she once dreamed of.
CHAPTER 16
Lake
My eyes pop open at precisely 5:43 a.m. Restlessness causes my heart to pound and my body to shake in Saint’s arms. Fear is not present, and I wonder if it’s because I’m waking up at the end instead of the beginning of the assault. Could it be that I’m no longer afraid?
Untangling myself from Saint’s restrictive hold, I quietly slip out of bed, and for the first time, don’t have to fight off the dread of the day. Instead, I feel hopeful, and that’s foreign to me.
I like it.
Slipping on the robe and the matching slippers Saint had here for me, I tread down to the kitchen, with breakfast on my mind. Yesterday’s event takes up space there, too, and my heart feels so happy I could cry. I thought what we had shared in Indiana would be a one-time thing for me. Fear had convinced me that once we were home again, I’d never be able to be intimate like that with Saint again. Last night proved otherwise, and the longer we stayed in the hot tub, the more Saint explored my body, pushing boundaries I didn’t know existed, but stopping when he felt like it was too much for me.
He read me as if he were a cartographer and I was his map. The sensation still lingers of his fingers running across my body, his teeth biting into my neck. Marking me in a way that says he’s claimed me.
Questions run through my mind, wondering if I’m more or less broken because he can do these sexual things to me when I never believed it’d be possible. But then my therapist’s words ring through my mind, reminding me that even if I don’t feel like I’ve healed, it’s been almost eight years since the attack, and my body will always tell me when I’m ready.
Finding my phone on the counter, I take a second to send Mom and Dad a good morning, and answer Nolan and Bea about babysitting my favorite little man so they can have a date night. When I read Scotty’s text about the difficulties of packing up all the kids to fly but how much she can’t wait to add another, I gasp, because is she telling me what I think she is? I send back a flood of question marks and ask when they’ll be arriving before working on breakfast.
As I’ve learned, I’m nowhere near as proficient in the kitchen as my Saint is, but I can make pancakes and slice up some fruit. After starting coffee.
Once the coffee maker begins its familiar noises, I put on some music. “Ordinary” by Alex Warren filters through my phone’s speaker as I shuffle around the kitchen.
Despite how much time Saint and I have spent together over the years, I’ve never had the opportunity to explore his home leisurely. One, I notice, that features things I would have chosen. Like the herringbone backsplash, the white marble countertops. The extra-deep industrial sink in matte black.
I decide to make blueberry pancakes and gather ingredients from the cupboards, washing strawberries and raspberries for the side or top. Once I’m in the groove and have about a dozen cakes warming in the oven, with a few more to go, I sip my coffee, not noticing Saint until his hands wind around my waist and push open my robe.
“Good morning, sweet haven.” I shiver in his hold when his hot breath brushes my ear as he kisses me. “You should have woken me.”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Gasping as his fingers graze along my stomach and chest, I whimper for more.
The griddle gets shut off after I flip the last of the pancakes, and Saint devours my mouth in a ferocious kiss. Sweeping his tongue inside, he teases me while cupping my ass in his hands and spreading my cheeks so cool air hits me from behind.
“Oh my.” Moaning into his mouth, his fingers move closer and closer to my exposed flesh, repeatedly brushing the tips across the tight hole and down to my sex, stopping short of touching me inside. It’s tantalizing and slightly overwhelming as my head spins, wondering what it would feel like.
“One day,” he whispers against my mouth, drawing back a bit before his eyes behold my near-naked form. The robe isn’t closed; each side hangs onto my peaked nipples, while my pussy grows wetter by the second. “I’ll take this with my breakfast.” Cupping me with his hand, I whimper, before he draws away and asks, “What can I do to help?” Like he hasn’t just taken me on a wild ride.
I clear my throat, my body buzzing. “Set the table?”
Nodding, he does as I ask, while I gain my composure and close my robe, also trying to breathe regularly again. Once everything is ready, Saint helps me bring it to the table, and we sit and eat in silence, except for the music still playing.
