I nod, “I will be.” It’s not a lie and honestly, I didn’t want to get into that here with him, if at all. It’s my own internal shit, I just need to figure it out and then move on.
He frowns but nods and when dinner comes round, his hand remains on my leg for most of the evening. It grounds me, keeps me in the room and not in my head and he’ll never know how grateful to him I am for that.
And I know this anxiety will pass as soon as I realize history isn’t going to repeat itself.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Something is wrong.
Asking became redundant because she provides the same answer, and now we’re home, she sits curled up to my side as a movie plays on her small TV, incredibly quiet. Now I know it isn’t because there is a film on the TV, we’ve watched plenty of TV over the last few days and she’s talked through the entirety of it.
She asks questions, a lot of questions like I would know the plot and outcome to the films we are watching when I haven’t watched them myself. I’d found it endearing and a little adorable but right now she is silent, her hand resting on my stomach, thumb gently rolling in circles.
“What’s going on, Ness?” I ask for what feels like the hundredth time.
“I’m okay,” is that same damn reply. “I’m a little tired though.”
Ethan had gone straight down to sleep when we got back from dinner with my brothers, and he’s been sound asleep since. “Can you come to bed with me?” She asks quietly.
“Always.” I switch off the TV and she locks up, heading through to brush her teeth before me. I join her a moment later, grabbing my toothbrush.
She’s definitely acting strange, there’s no eye contact in the mirror, in fact she keeps her eyes down as if there is something riveting in the basin.
But in bed, she curls up into me, making sure every part of her is touching every part of me. I kiss the top of her head and even though it’s as dark as it can get in here, I can feel her looking up at me. And then she presses the tenderest of kisses to the underside of my jaw.
“Talk to me,” I plead.
“Just kiss me,” She replies, moving up my body so she can capture my lips with hers. I groan at the feel of it, let out a breath when her hand starts to slide down my abdomen, over every ridge and dip of my muscles.
“What do you need?” I rasp.
“You, Kolt,” She whispers, “I just need you right now.”
I roll us until she’s on her back and her thighs are spread, my body easily slipping between them. She’s in one of my shirts, I’d peaked it before I’d gotten into bed, but I’d expected something beneath. Only I feel bare skin and heat, her pussy rubbing against me through my boxers.
“Fuck, Ness,” I growl, rolling my cock against her in a slow grind. Her nails score my back, and her feet dig into my ass as she pulls me tighter against her.
“Don’t make me wait.” She whispers against my neck.
“Goddamn,” I yank at my boxers, freeing myself as she adjusts beneath me, reaching between our bodies to grasp my cock in her hand. I freeze, a rumble of pleasure building in my throat as she gently strokes me, her thumb rolling over the crown of me to smear the precum that’s leaked from the tip.
I feel her breath fanning against my face as she breathes heavily, her hand working me before I take matters into my own hands and pull out of her grip.
“Are you already wet for me, trouble?” I lick up her throat, feeling her body tremble beneath mine.
I don’t wait for an answer as I grasp my cock and slide it through her pussy, feeling her wetness start to coat my shaft.
“I love how responsive you are for me,” I say to the darkness, “I bet I could take you right now and you’d open right up to fit me.”
“Please, Kolt.”
I slide the head of my cock into her, groaning at the heat and tightness that surrounds me. It takes everything in me not to slam forward but I manage it, stretching her open slowly, filling her with short shallow thrusts until I’m fully inside and I can’t tell where I end, and she begins. She moans against my skin as I start to rock into her, her arms clinging to me while I hold her, hoping whatever it is that is bothering her, will pass.
I will be her rock if she needs me to be, her guide and aid, I’ll be whatever she needs me to be. I find her mouth as I keep with the gentle pace, working us both up at a steady incline, my tongue mimicking the sensual stroke of my cock as it slides in and out of her, grinding up against that sweet little sensitive bud to give her that added pleasure that I know she loves.
Her breath stutters against my lips, and her legs tighten around my hips, and I can tell she’s close.
“Come for me, trouble,” I rasp, “Give it to me.”
