I continued past the kitchen table, running my hand over the wood and wondering what I would do now. Maybe I should go to where my room had been. Being back in this house brought so many happy memories, those same memories that kept my head straight while I was waiting for my doom.
I pushed past the memories of my brother, and everything I had been through these past few days and I made a move to head down the hall when I heard footsteps. Stilling where I was, I gasped when I saw him round the corner.
His eyes widened, and I could tell I had caught him off guard. He hadn’t heard me coming in, or the door unlocking. When I looked at him, I fought every urge to fling myself at him, to wrap my arms around him and never let go.
He had a days’ old beard, his eyes were red and baggy as if he hadn’t slept.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he choked out.
“You’re not.”
I barely got the words out before he closed the distance between us, his hand on the side of my face as he pulled my lips to his. His spiky beard was going to give me a rash but I didn’t care. I moaned into his mouth, his arms wrapping around me like I was the most sacred thing to him right now.
I was safe.
I was home.
When he pulled from my lips, he rested his head against mine, our breaths coming in hard and fast. “Why didn’t you come straight to me?”
“I needed to do something first,” I replied, running my hands down his back. “I didn’t know until a few days ago how much you wanted me. I thought you’d never forgive me for choosing to go with Riagan.”
“You had no choice,” he said, pulling back to look at me. His beautiful eyes would be my undoing. He brushed a stray piece of hair that had come loose from my face. “I know that. I did come for you but Wolf told me I had to trust him. We couldn’t find you anywhere. I’m not mad you chose to go with him. You did it to save me…I hadn’t been strong enough to protect you.”
“Hey…” I said, holding his head in my hands and resting my forehead against his. “You are stronger than you’ll ever know. They told me you left the hospital after a pretty bad concussion against doctor’s orders to come after me. That’s insane, but also incredibly honourable, Kendrick.”
“I would have fought the Hounds of Hell to come and save you, Darby.”
I kissed him hard, knowing it was true. He was my protector, my dream, my future.
“Shona told me you were a wreck and it was because of me,” I told him, pushing my hands under his shirt. His skin was smooth, warm and so intoxicating to touch. “I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see you. You’re like my drug. I’m not ashamed to say I’m addicted to you, Kendrick. But if you don’t feel the same, if this is just sex for you, tell me now. I’ll walk away.”
His hands were on the sides of my face, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m not just in love with you, Darby. I’m fucking obsessed. I will do anything for you.”
My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach, and my chest started to do weird compressions, making me pant like I was having an anxiety attack. He kissed me again, and the shuddering stopped. Rebel pushed me against the kitchen counter and picked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. Without wasting any time, he led me down the hall to where my room had been and threw me on the bed.
Rebel
She fell back on the bed when I tossed her down, her breasts bouncing from the action. I felt like I was in a dream, her being here, her mouth on mine. The way she looked at me now told me she needed more than a sweet fuck, she needed me to possess her, to show her how fucking scared I was that I could have lost her.
To show her…she was fucking mine.
She always had been.
I undid my jeans and pushed them down my legs, freeing my aching cock. He bobbed in the air, pointing at his target on the bed. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth as she looked over at me from her spot on the bed.
Our bed.
I’d taken her room in the house because it made me feel closer to her. I was a sucker for punishment, I knew that, and the last couple of days had been torture…but staying in the room where we had fucked over and over wasn’t an option, so I came down here where her scent had still lingered.
I pulled my shirt off my body and moved toward the bed.
“Why are you still wearing clothes, Darby?”
My voice was dark. Twisted, and deep, needing her in a way I’d never needed anyone before. I could see the desire in her eyes as she slowly sat up, pulling her top off. Her lacy bra was in my favourite shade of red, and it clung to her tits like a second skin.
Jesus Christ.
She was going to put me in an early grave.
