“It doesn’t matter,” I said, shrugging it off. “Can I go?”
“No,” he said. “You have to stay here for a bit.”
“Why?” I groaned in frustration. “I have a job, Alex. He would know I'm back by now, and he would expect me to work.”
“It’s taken care of,” he simply said.
“You can’t just roll in and take care of it. I like working, Alex. I want to work.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he replied.
“What?”
He pulled me out to the foyer where I saw my luggage bag, which I could only assume was filled with clothing from my apartment and a bag from the tattoo shop.
“Your set-up is in there,” he said. “You’ll tattoo me, and I’ll pay you.”
“Alex, you don’t have an inch on your body that isn’t tatted up.”
“Actually, I do,” he said. “My legs don’t have many.”
I knew he was doing this for me and although it made my heart seize, I couldn’t stay inside all this time, I’d lose it.
“Why?” I asked him. “Why are you doing this?”
“I need to keep you safe and away from anyone’s sight for a little bit,” he said, moving a strand of hair that had fallen in my face behind my ear.
“Why?”
I knew I wasn’t going to like where this was going but I needed to know why now? Why did he need to do this now?
“Matteo Barone isn’t dead,” he said, the words hitting me like a bullet. “He survived and he’s here.”
“For me?”
He didn’t nod, nor did he say anything. He didn’t need to. My chest squeezed painfully as I struggled to breathe. Tears ran down my cheeks silently as I felt his arms come around me in a hug that pushed forth the scream lodged in my throat.
Bear
Hearing the scream destroyed me.
I held her against me as she tried to fight, unable to stop the terror from taking over. She was safe, but I didn’t know how to help her to see that.
Pulling her back around to face me, I held onto the sides of her face and kissed her. She stopped fighting, herbody slowing down as she moved against me. I felt her boobs under my chest as she moaned into my mouth.
She was calm. I could pull away now but the way she was groping me, there was no way in hell I would be able to do that. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her down the hall, her mouth on mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. I threw her down on the bed, removing my clothes as she did the same to hers. Her beautiful inked skin laying against my blue sheets had my cock hardening immediately. I joined her on the bed as her hand gripped my length. I hissed out a breath, watching her grind against me while her fingers squeezed my cock.
“Fuck,” I ground out, my hips bucking against her hand. I knelt over her chest as she pumped my cock, her mouth taking the tip of my cock. I moved my hand down between her legs behind me, my fingers gliding over the slickness of her arousal. Sliding a finger over her clit, I watched as her mouth opened wider in surprise, and I plunged my cock deeper down her throat, making her gag a little bit before she adjusted. Her moan reverberated around my cock and I felt my balls pulling, threatening to unleash too soon. I dipped my fingers into her pussy, two fingers, then three, her body primed and ready for me.
Selfishly, I moved down to glide in between her legs before I slammed into her. All the frustration and anger at Matteo thinking he could hurt Orla hurtled out of me with one pound. I thrust into her with fury and passion, never wanting to be apart from her.
She was the only one.
The only one who has ever held a piece of my heart, no matter how many years passed, no matter what had happened in between, I’d always known.
Orla gripped onto my shoulders as I fucked her as unceremoniously as I could, her pussy tightening around my cock. I slid a finger down to her clit and moved it in the same rhythm as my pounding. Her screams told me she was close, her legs tightening around my waist as I ploughed into her.
Mine.
