“Jett!”
My eyes search hers. “Too much?”
She rolls her hips a little, trying to force me deeper. “Feels so good.”
“So fucking good,” I tell her as I pump my hips; her movements match for match. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”
“More,” she pants, digging her heels deeper into my shoulders.
My pace quickens, hips snapping forward and backward. Thrusting deeper as my hands pin her hips against the couch. The sound of skin slapping fills my living room. It’s erotic and only spurs me on. I move my dick in and out of her at a punishing pace. Her back arches until she’s nearly levitating off my couch.
“I’m going to come,” she pants.
I chuckle, feeling her pussy flutter and knowing she’s there. “Come for me, Wren. Drench my cock.”
My words send her over the edge, her cries bouncing off the walls. Watching Wren come undone is the most euphoric sight. The way her neck lengthens, her cheeks pinken, and the sounds she makes drive me wild.
“Fuck,” I growl before fucking her even harder. Tingles spread at the base of my spine and my balls tighten with each pump as I sink myself deeper and deeper. Stars dance in my vision as I bust, spilling myself inside her. Chills and shakes rack my body as I rock against her. Bending forward, bringing her legs closer to her chest, my lips meet hers as we both ride the last waves of the orgasm.
“You’re everything,” I murmur against her lips.
“J.” Her voice is low as her chest heaves against mine.
Untangling her limbs from my shoulder, I collapse next to her. I kiss her cheek as she turns her head, our eyes locking, and Isee the walls she’s been hiding behind crumble. In this moment, she’shere. Fully. Completely.
No more dark and twisted past she’s hiding from. But clear, dark brown eyes stare back at me. The gold flecks in her irises shine brighter as her walls melt away. No more secrets. No more darkness. Only room for our future.
I don’t realize I’m shaking, not until her fingers run over my inked chest. Our breaths tangle in an uneven staccato. I clutch her hip, fingers curling into her tightly—not painful, but in a way so that she knows to stay present. I don’t want her slipping back into the hellhole she crawled out of.
The room smells like us—sweat and my body wash still lingering on her freshly showered skin. The afternoon sun shines through the window, cascading us in its warmth.
She asked me to erase him. I wish I could erase him from existing in the same world she does. The world doesn’t need his toxicity raining on her warmth.
I tip my forehead to hers, breathing her in and letting the silence stretch until it feels like it might snap. My heart is still pounding—not from what we just did, but from her confession earlier. The way her voice never wavered, but I watched her check out as she told her truth. She slipped into her past and replayed every sordid detail of her years living next to the monster.
I’ve killed before; the feeling isn’t new to me. I’ve stalked and hunted men like prey, but I’ve never felt the urge to end a life more than I did in that moment.
A part of me knew she was keeping pieces of her story locked inside her head. I could tell in the flinches she thought she was hiding and the way her eyes scanned over every room we entered. How she locked her door behind her, when we grew up never locking our doors. Being this far out from town, our doors and windows stayed unlocked, even when everyone was going to bed for the night.
I thought it was a habit she picked up in LA. Hell, I would’ve had the best alarm system money could buy installed on a house in LA, but I could tell it was more than that. Call it intuition or knowing this woman all my life, but there was something deeper in the way she locked her door upon entering.
“You still with me, J?”
I pull back enough to see her. Glassy, but clear, eyes shine toward me. Clouds dissipating, leaving a present, sunny gaze reading mine.
Something inside me snaps as I look at this beautiful woman in my arms. It’s a feeling I’ve kept buried since I was eighteen and learned how fast life can take from you.
I cup her face, forcing her steady. I don’t want her hiding from me. Not anymore.
“Listen to me, Wren,” I say firmly. My voice is firm, not angry, but it causes her to stiffen slightly. “What he did to you doesn’t follow you here. Not intomy house. Not intomy hands. Andcertainlynot inmy bed. You hear me?”
Her throat bobs.
“I don’t want you seeing him when you look at me. Don’t feel him when I’m touching you. Because when I look at you, I don’t see him. I don’t see the pain he caused and how broken you were because it’s the only way you knew how to survive.”
My thumb drags beneath her eye, catching a tear she didn’t realize escaped.
“I seeyou,” I say. “I see how strong you are to survive his abuse. I see how brave you are to run, to fight for your freedom. The kindness you show the world when it's only disappointed you. The way you get out of bed every morning with your shoulders pushed back as you’re ready to take on whatever life throws at you.I. See. You.”
