When I heard the soft snores of Bear, I looked down at his heavily tattooed arm encasing me and I felt every muscle relax as I nestled back against him.
His snore stopped and I knew he was awake when his fingers pressed into my hip.
“You keep doing that, princess, and I’ll have you on top of me in no time.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”
His beard brushed against my bare shoulder as he placed a kiss there. I relished the feeling of his hands on me, his body behind me, encasing me, protecting me and his sweet affection. No one saw this side of Alex. They all just assumed he was an asshole who rarely spoke, but when he did, it was usually a grunt or something unpleasant.
I loved that I saw this side.
That he opened up to me and let me in.
I loved that I was his weakness.
“When did you get in?” I asked him.
“Late, you had already passed out,” he said.
“So you didn’t take liberties then,” I giggled.
“Believe me baby, it was tempting, but I wouldn’t do that after what happened. I just needed you back in my arms.”
I’d never felt so safe as I did with Bear.
“All I could think about was the fact I wouldn’t fuck you before work,” I said. “I kept thinking I’d never get to do that again, and it destroyed me.”
“Did they-”
The question hung heavy in the air, and I knew he was asking if I’d been spoiled. If they’d touched me, raped me.
“No,” I said quickly. “Dempsey protected me a lot.”
The tension in his hands relaxed and he held me closer. “Good, or I’d be going on another bloody rampage.”
“Would it change things if I had?” I found myself asking.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, would you not touch me if I had?”
“Fuck, are you serious, Orla?” he grunted, moving away to sit up. “I would fuck you nine ways to Sunday to make sure your body only knew mine.”
He rolled over onto his stomach, in between my legs but he didn’t try anything. He just rested his head on my chest.
“Aren’t you going to do that anyway?” I queried, hoping like hell he would say yes. I sat up, running my hands up and down his naked back. He breathed out a soft moan as I tangled my hand in his hair and yanked his head up so he was looking up at me. My lips claimed his in a heated kiss that promised so much more. He manoeuvred me around so I was in his lap, his hand travelling down between my legs, fingers shoving my thighs apart so he can trace his fingertips over my wetness.Pushing my panties to the side, he groaned into my mouth when he felt how wet I was.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted over my lips.
“I always am when you’re near.”
“Fuck those panties off, Orla, or I’ll rip them off.”
I did as he asked, ridding myself of my top as well before I straddled his lap as he laid back against the pillows, his cock jutting up, waiting for me. I lowered my body, taking my mouth over the head of his cock, licking up the precum that had settled there.
“Orla, get your fucking pussy on my cock now,” he said, a guttural growl ripping from his throat. His hands grabbed my hips and yanked me up his body. I squealed as I felt his fingers digging into my hips, guiding me to his cock. I reached between us and positioned him underneath me, the head of his cock teasing my opening for a few seconds before I sunk down on him, slowly taking him inch by inch. His mouth was set in an O, his eyes darkened from desire as my pussy slid down him. I stayed seated, waiting for my core to stretch to accommodate him before I planted my hands on his chest for leverage as I started to move. Slowly, so slowly, that his fingers dug in harder into my flesh causing a delicious burn of pain to shoot up my back.
“Orla.”
