His eyes are like two pools of molten gold in the morning light, gleaming with amusement as he gazes down at me with a soft smile. The purple and blue bruising on his face is stark against his pale skin, a reminder of the horrors we’ve just escaped. The swelling has lessened, at least around his eyes and lips, but his left cheekbone is still puffed up beneath the thick scarring, making his scars stand out even more.
“Thank you for holding me last night,” I say as I reach out and trace my finger over the side of his face.
He shakes his head, his eyes softening. “You don’t need to thank me, Ollie. I did what any half-decent man would do.”
“Well, Iwantto thank you. You held me together and kept me from falling apart.” I lean in and feather kisses along the thick ridges of his scars, keeping my touches light so I don’t risk hurting him.
He sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel a tremor run down his body. Concerned that I’ve hurt him, I pull back, but he grabs the back of my head before I can fully retreat.
“Don’t stop,” Rhys says, begging me with his eyes.
It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him, his soul-deep need to be loved and accepted for who he is bared to me. It steals my breath away, and in that very moment, I fall for him.
I trace more kisses along his face and neck, avoiding the worst of his bruising until I’ve kissed every inch of his skin that I can reach. Only then do I gently cup the side of his face and press my lips against his.
The kiss is achingly sweet as I pour every ounce of my love, respect and admiration for this amazing and complicated man. He groans into my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair as his other hand snakes aroundmy waist to pull me firmly against him. He’s warm and hard beneath me, his heart pounding as I press my palm against his chest.
The kiss quickly evolves into something more heated and desperate as Rhys takes control of it. He tips my head back, changing the angle before plunging his tongue between my lips. Arousal bursts inside me, lighting my nerves on fire as wetness drips from my aching pussy to coat my thighs. His erect cock is burning hot as it presses against my lower stomach, pre-cum smearing against my skin.
I moan, the hand cupping his face sliding into his hair while my other moves to clutch his shoulder. My clit throbs, demanding attention, and I can’t help but grind against him, overwhelmed with need.
Rhys hisses and jerks back as if I’ve struck him, his face contorted with pain. The fire raging within me is immediately snuffed out at the realisation that I hurt him.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” I say and move to get off his lap.
His hold on me tightens, stopping me. “No, stay. You just jostled my ribs is all.”
I glance down at his chest and stomach, noting that while the bruising on his face is extensive, the black and blue mottling on his side is worse. He definitely has at least one or two broken ribs. I grimace, only just noticing the blood we’re both covered in too. While my body mourns the interruption, I ignore it. We have better things to worry about right now. Like working out where the fuck we are and how the hell we’re going to get back to Haven alive.
That doesn’t stop me from glancing down to the hard cock poking my stomach.Damn, does Rhys have a nice cock. Perfectly sized to where he has the length and girth to give an enjoyable stretch without making it painful or overwhelming.
Having one of those is more than enough.
“It’s not going to go down if you keep staring at it like that,” Rhys grumbles, although I can hear the male satisfaction in his tone.
I tear my gaze away and instead look out of the fogged windows of the car. We’re on a completely unfamiliar street, surrounded by burned-out buildings and rubble. There’s nothing to indicate where we are or how far we might be from Haven. The only thing we have going for us right now is that the sun’s out, and the temperature has risen to where it’s no longer hovering just above freezing.
“Do you have any idea where we might be?” I ask, keeping my gaze firmly on our surroundings so I don’t risk staring at his dick again.
“I have a suspicion of the general area, but we’d need to find a sign or something for me to confirm.” He sighs. “Speaking of which, we should probably get moving and find somewhere to grab clothes and supplies.”
Clothes sound amazing right now. Something warm and comfortable to cover my body.
“Are you okay to move?” he asks, brushing his hand down my back.
“Me? I’m fine. What about you, Mr Potentially-Broken-Ribs?” While it’s sweet that he’s concerned about me, I’m more worried about his condition. He’s been beatentwicein the span of three days with no food and barely any sleep.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse,” he says, waving me off.
My eyes narrow. I’m pretty sure if I dismissed injuries like that, he’d be doling out punishments…Hmm, maybe I can punish him?An image of Rhys naked and bent over my lap while I spank him flashes in my mind, causing me to snort out a laugh. Yeah, there’s no chance in hell that’s happening.
Although, could be something fun to taunt him with once I know how bad his punishments are…
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, and judging from your expression, I don’t want to know,” Rhys says, interrupting my thoughts.
I shoot him a cheeky grin, clinging to the lightness of the conversation. “I don’t know. Could be fun for both of us.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.
He huffs and shakes his head. “You’ve been spending far too much time with Theo.”
