I’ve never wrestled with my conscience like this, mostly because I never cared much until now. Usually, if I see something I want, I take it, no hesitation and no questions asked. But once again, there’s something about this girl that has turned me into someone I can barely recognize.
She’s still asleep in my arms by the time the light starts creeping into the room. It’s still early, probably around six, but I don’t want to move to check. I don’t want to wake her up. Lennon’s breathing is even… soft. Her face is tucked against my chest, leg tangled with mine. She trusts me, and it’s the real kind, not survival instinct or calculation. She’s relaxed, open,boneless in sleep, her guard finally down. I don’t want to break this moment.
It’s killing me because I know I don’t deserve any of this. I’m not a good man. Making one good decision out of so many bad ones doesn’t erase the evil I’ve done. But she gives me hope that there’s a possibility of something better.
A bitter and loud as hell part of me wants to wake her up and tell her she’s making a mistake. Remind her what I am. Remind her what I’ve done. But I can’t help myself, either. I pull her closer and breathe in the scent of her hair…floral shampoo, something warm, all female, and undeniably hers. It’s been years since I let anyone this close. Maybe never. I always thought I didn’t want it. But right now, I feel like I’ve been starving and didn’t know it until my first bite.
Then there’s the other problem, the one pressed hard and hot between my legs. I’ve never been so hard for so long. She shifts in her sleep, and her thigh brushes against me, making it worse. I grit my teeth while every instinct in my body screams for me to take her, claim her, and mark her as mine, but I force my hands to stay still.
I’ll gladly welcome a case of blue balls if it means having her close. But I’m not made of stone, and a man’s self-control has limits. My hand drifts down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her ass. My cock throbs in my shorts, aching for more. She shifts, and the shirt she’s wearing rides up, barely covering her, leaving those perfect cheeks on full display, with just a scrap of thong between them. Smooth, firm, and perfect. Made for me. She mutters something, all sleepy and soft, shifting so her leg tangles deeper with mine. That’s it. My self-control is hanging by a thin fucking thread. I need her. Every bit of her. The desire to have her roars inside my head as I roll her gently onto her back. I’m determined not to wake her.
She’s still out cold, her head falling to the side against the satin pillowcase. She looks like an angel when she sleeps, so pure and innocent, so peaceful. The opposite of what’s playing through my head as I look down at her body. Her nipples poke right through the fabric, tits rising and falling with every breath…fucking perfect. I let my hungry eyes travel down over her flat stomach, the dip of her waist, and those hips I’d kill to grip. And then there it is, barely anything hiding what I want most, just a scrap of fabric stretched tight over her bare pussy, leaving nothing to my imagination. Heaven right there, begging for my mouth, for my cock. Mine.
I slide my palm lower, gentle as I can be. She doesn’t wake, but breathes deeper, her body arching into my touch.
I slowly shift till my head rests between her thighs, gently nudging her legs apart. My heart thuds against my ribs in anticipation of what’s coming next. I push the lace aside and…fuck. She’s perfect. Pink, wet, and ready, it’s like her body is as hungry as mine, even while sleeping. I continue parting her thighs more for better access while her body offers no resistance. Her pussy’s smooth and swollen, lips spread just enough for her slick, swollen clit to jut out, needy, practically begging for my mouth. I’m fucking drooling. Beneath is her tight hole that I would love nothing more than to sink my dick into.
Instead, I press my mouth to her, tongue flicking over her clit, slow at first, relishing the sweet taste. She sighs, and her hips begin to roll. Then I feel her fingers tangling in my hair.That’s it, beautiful. I worship her. I lick and suck, working her until she moans, needy for more. Then she goes still.
Her eyes open, glazed and wild. “Jack… what are you…?” Her voice is breathy and high-pitched. “What are you doing?”
I respond by taking her clit between my lips and sucking until her head falls back against the pillow.
“Oh my God…” She’s shaking, legs falling open wider, offering herself to me. “Oh yes…Jack. Don’t stop… God, please don’t stop…”
I don’t.
I bury my face deeper in her, devour her, get lost in her taste, her scent, and the way she says my name. It’s fucking intoxicating. I could come right now, hands-free. I don’t care about anything else…her father, O’Grady. The whole fucking world could burn as long as I can keep her moaning under me.
“Jack… Jack… Oh God, yes… Just like that…” She screams my name as she chases her release. “I’m going… I’m going… I’m coming!”
Her hips leave the bed, and she lets out a cry that sounds as if her soul is leaving her body right before collapsing in a breathless heap. I lap up every drop, then crawl up her body, my own breathing heavy, staring down at her beautiful face.
I fist my cock, already slick and dripping, as she lifts her arms to pull off her shirt. Her tits bounce free, so full and perfect, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. The sight of her, naked and flushed, tightens my balls, and the tingle at the base of my spine fucking explodes. I begin to stroke, my grip tight and desperate, knowing I won’t last long with her looking like that…all spread out and ready for me.
“Lennon…”
When I close my hand over one, she covers it with hers. She wants this, too. She watches every movement, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and I lose it. All of a sudden, it hits, and I aim for her stomach. I come, hot and messy, letting rope after rope cover her skin.
“Mine. All mine,” I say, before I can stop myself.
She’ll never belong to anybody else. I’ve marked her, claimed her. She’s come on my tongue, and I want the whole world to know.
“Come with me,” I say, getting off the bed, leaving my shorts behind in favor of holding my hand out for her to follow. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She follows silently, her hand in mine. Still trusting me. It’s like a gift.
After grabbing a couple of towels and washcloths, I turn on the shower while she waits patiently. “This is so nice.” She eyes the marble and gold accents in the master bath.It’s yours if you want it.
What the…? Where did that come from?
I can’t believe how easily and quickly that thought came, and how much I want to say it out loud. Of course, I’m not. I don’t want to freak her out like that. Even though she’s handled everything so well up to this point. But I know there is a breaking point. Everybody has one. Springing that on her might be too much.
Instead, I wait until the water runs hot, allowing her to step under the spray first before joining her in the large shower stall. She releases a contented sigh as her eyes flutter shut, the hot spray streaming through her hair and down her body. I have to remind myself to stop staring, or we’ll be here all day.
Her eyes widen in surprise as I take a washcloth and run it over her skin, slow and careful.
“Let me take care of you,” I tell her, familiarizing myself with every curve, every tiny mark and freckle. Every inch is mine to memorize. There’s nothing sexual about it. I need her to feel wanted and cherished. She doesn’t say anything, just tilts her head back, letting me wash her hair. My fingers are gentle as I lather the shampoo. She lets out a little sigh, and the sound is so sweet I want to drown in it. It’s not easy keeping my thoughts in check when I know my touch causes that kind of reaction.
“That feels good,” she whispers, and all it does is leave me wanting to make her feel good again and again, every day, for as long as we both live. There is no limit to what I would dofor her.I know, I know…I sound like a crazy person right now.Especially since I’d never laid eyes on her until last night. But some things can’t be explained. I only know how it feels. And as of now, it’s my life’s mission to protect and care for her.
