“I never thought I’d see the day you’d turn down murder. Love looks good on you. We’ll chat soon.”
Love looks good on you. It does because the only thing I care about is right here and alive.
One of the guys brought a car around. It’s not mine but I don’t fucking care. I need to get Ewen as far away from here as I can. I walk us over to the car and demand, “Whoever owns this needs to drive us home.”
Sam comes over. “It’s mine, I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.” He is a good man. I need to tell Ciar he deserves more responsibility. He jumps into the driver’s seat while I get Eweninto the back and file in after him. I give Sam my address and pull Ewen into my lap.
Rubbing his back I say, “I’m so proud of you baby. You saved yourself.” His body shakes while he cries. I can tell he isn’t okay.
I hold him for the entire drive. Sam parks along the street once we reach my place. “Stay out here all night,” I order.
“You got it sir.”
Unlocking the door, I get us inside. After the break in I had a new security system installed. No one but Ewen or I will be able to disable or fuck with it. This house is the safest place for us to be. I help Ewen upstairs, through the bedroom, and straight into the bathroom. I need to get him cleaned up so I can evaluate his injuries. He leans against the counter while I start the shower. Once the water is warm I turn toward him. “Here, let’s get those off you.” Slowly I remove the borrowed jacket and then his boxers. There are so many bruises and cuts on his body. His face appears to have taken most of the beatings. I never thought I would be thankful for idiots being in charge of torture. They had no idea how to truly fuck with someone.
After getting him under the spray I strip my clothes off and follow him. Reaching for the bodywash I’m stopped by Ewen, his hand gripping my arm mid-air. His back is to me. He brings my arm down and wraps it around his middle. “Just hold me right now,” he says in a small voice. I instantly glue my body to his. I’ll hold him until the water turns cold. I’ll hold him until the world ends. Whatever he needs, I’ll give it to him.
39
EWEN
I’m in shock. I killed a man. His life ended because I thought mine to be more valuable. I know there are bad people in the world. Even the Bible prepares you for it. But something the Bible doesn’t tell you is what good people will do when they’re given no other choice.
Live. Or die. Kill or be killed.
Declan came to save me. The moment I pulled that trigger I thought of nothing but him. Not God or religion. Only Declan. He was my saving grace. I had his voice talking to me, pushing me to survive.
I could have waited for him to be the full savior and end that man’s life. But at that moment, I didn’t know he was coming. I never lost faith in him—I just didn’t know when or how he’d find me.
It was then that I knew I never needed God. I only needed Declan. He’s the one I want to spend the rest of my time loving, worshipping—being devout to only him. It was on the drive to his place that I realized it is my home too. It’s where I was taken but it felt more like home than anywhere else ever had.
The memory of the night I lost my parents made me feel emotions I thought I’d never experience. Love. True, deep,passionate love that borrows into your bones, fierce enough to demand everything you are.
I know I need a doctor but I’m in no hurry to see one. I’ll call Caleb later to come patch me up. Right now, I just need to feel Declan. His heartbeat is a steady lullaby to my nerves. Its strong beat righting all my wrongs. His warmth encasing me.
Leaning my head back, I rest it on his shoulder, turning so I can kiss his neck. I’ve never been the one to initiate things between us, but right now I need him. All his dark and dirty.
He moans and tightens his hold around me. I arch my ass into him, his erection stabbing into my back. I need to feel him in me. To truly let me know I’m alive and his.
Spinning in his arms, I bring his lips to mine. I devour him, gliding my hands over his body, feeling he’s real. He pulls back and says, “Baby, let’s get you clean and in bed. We have time later.”
Grabbing his face, I force him to look in my eyes. “No, I need you. All of you. Now.” His gaze bounces across my face, taking in my injuries. I see hesitation in his eyes. To put him at ease, I tell him, “I love you.”
Three simple words but with so much meaning to them. Words he’s said oodles of times to me yet never heard me say. “I love you so much. You and your love are what kept me going. I wanted to tell you.Neededyou to know.”
Before I can tell him more he pounces. He grabs me and kisses me harder than I knew you could kiss someone. My back is shoved into the tile, not hard but still aggressively. He’s trying to be gentle.
He steps back and looks me up and down. My dick is at full salute, ready for him. Begging him to touch it. He doesn’t say anything as he reaches for the loofah and body wash. Regret slams into me. “Don’t worry that beautiful head withoverthinking anything. I will take you, I fucking promise. Just please let me wash that time off of you.”
His words wash away the self-doubt. He steps in close and rubs the suds all over my body. The cuts sting but I don’t care. He pulls down the shower head and rinses my neck and chest. Once the soap is gone his mouth is on me. He continues to wash me, rinse me, placing a kiss wherever I have an injury. Like his kisses will erase them. And they do.
He’s on his knees when he washes my legs and feet, cleaning every inch of my body.
He brings the loofah up to my crotch and starts washing me while twisting his soap covered hand around my dick. My head falls back against the tiles. I know he likes for me to watch him but right now I can’t. I just need to feel.
The loofah is removed and the water hitting my abs rinses away the soap. I feel him stand, then he crowds me. I still can’t bring myself to open my eyes. They’re too heavy and his presence is too heavenly.
He whispers, “Turn around for me,” and I do as he asks. I’m flush against the tile. It’s cold against my chest. My hard-on is pressed between me and the wall. He grabs my hips and pulls them out so my dick isn’t crushed anymore. My ass is sticking out like I’m presenting it to him. The loofah is back to traveling across my body. When he gets to my derriere he kneads it, gripping and grabbing the flesh. I yelp when a smack comes down on my ass, but I find myself following it up with a moan. Never thought I would be this person, but Declan makes me needy.
