“Oh, honey,” I say, finding the breath that is knocked out of me. The once grumpy, stern man is now the enamored, almost heart achingly gorgeous man. I kiss the top of his head. “You need to stop bleeding then, if not you won’t be able to say things like that,” I wiggle out of his embrace, but am jerked back onto his lap.
“Someone told me if I answer then I get to play,” he starts to growl, “I answered, now I get to play.”
“Keola, I still need to finish your wounds. I need you in one piece for tomorrow night since we’re going back to Cedric’s place, and can’t do that if I don’t finish. Why didn’t D.R do this?” I ask, focusing on reality and not his deviant ways.
“Because it wasn’t his hands that I wanted to touch me. I tell you what,” he says, peppering kisses along my collarbone trailing to my neck, “I’ll let you finish up as long as I get to play with a sweet pussy that has been begging for attention.”
I shiver with anticipation, internally I want to say yes. But something else is stopping me.
“Keola, please,” I don’t know why I said please. Before I could come up with another excuse or reasoning, he captured my lips, like lightning striking through my veins, igniting every sensation. His tongue tangles in my mouth in every possessive way, searing his everything in me. I can’t help grind against him, he’s right that I have been begging for a touch.
He’s an addictive essence that never leaves, and the slightest of happiness spreads of that thought. His hands grip my ass helping me with the rhythm.
“Stand up, angel. Let me finish what you started down there,” he says before hoisting me off his lap and yanking down my sleep shorts. He leans back, taking in the sight and part of me wants to cover up in embarrassment. He licks his lips, hooking an arm between my legs and bringing me close enough for him to cover and bury his face in the wet heat that started when we walked in the door.
Like a starving man he licks and sucks like it’s his last meal, I’m in a lustful daze that I forget about me bandaging his head. His fingers join him in his feast, stroking me in a tantalizing fashion, the pleasure builds. I start to whimper and moan in his touch.
He pulls back, “Hm, this won’t do.” Before I make a sound he lifts me to the bathroom counter, pulling off the sleep shorts for good. My hands try to brace myself and prevent any more ruckus. He pushes my legs further apart and I begin to question when I became flexible.
The pleasure builds again as he returns to my needy pussy. One of my hands reaches for his head, plunging my fingers through his soft hair.
“This is what I wanted,” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words sends a rush through me. “You. Always you.”
My thighs begin to tremble and tighten as I’m brought to the edge, “Fucking hell,” I try to keep it a whisper.
“Come for me, make a mess, beautiful,” he commands, continuing his pace. I start to soar high, my body exploding from the needed release. He slows down his tempting tongue, slowly lapping around the newfound wetness, my body trying to recover from the waves. He leans back standing up, slowly kissing me. I could taste myself and I find myself in much more trouble than ever.
Something unlocks me in.
“Fuck,” I growl low.
He chuckles, “My angel was flying high there. Did you see heaven?” He grabs my sleep shorts, rolling them back on me.
I catch my breath, “No,” I sit up, slipping into his lap, “I was tempted and saw hell.” I kiss him one last time before actually bandaging his head wound, “Also, you’re not riding in this weather. You’re staying here. I’ll make up the couch, I’m not sure if Finn is going to be comfortable if he sees you anywhere else but the couch.”
His brows furled, giving me a soft pout. I ignore the pout and say, “You may have other ideas, honey. But I would rather you be here than me worrying about you in this weather.”
He gives me a simple nod.
Later, the rule is broken when I dream of his arms wrapping around me, and his warm sunshine scent fills the thoughts of my mind.
Chapter 30
Lottie
It’stoofuckingcoldfor this shit.
I know we can’t run the truck and everything but I’m fucking freezing.
My teeth start to slowly chatter. I continue to hug myself, feeling my nipples harden to the point of pain.
Keola hasn’t taken his eyes off the place, maybe for the fear of jumping my bones or something. The past couple of weeks there hasn’t been any movement, and we’re still waiting for footage on Joaquin or Coda’s data, I can’t keep everyone straight.
I want to find Cedric, I want to keep him safe, and part of me feels like a failure. I can’t help but still see him as the little kid that stepped into the afterschool program and was timid, taking him weeks to open up to anyone. He was the first person that interacted with Finn when I started bringing him around.
He’s family to us, and I wish for anything just to bring him home for the holidays.
I flinch at the thought of the holidays, the anticipation that my father is coming for Christmas. The fight between my own past and trying to protect Finn from any additional harm.
