"That's my girl," I hiss. I slip my hand between her thighs, and they open for me. Slipping a finger over her clit, she cries out.
"Like that," her eyes are closed, and the pleasure I know I'm giving her is addictive. "I need you now."
I want to take this slow, but I know she needs this, and what she wants, she will always get. I kiss my way down to her pussy, slowly dipping my tongue in, sliding it over her clit. “Oh,” she cries out. Her hips lifting off the bed.
“Heaven on earth.” I lift my head, only to have her drag me back down. I lap at her until she’s writhing beneath me, my tongue bringing her to an orgasm that has her screaming out my name.
"That's it, baby. Let them hear who you belong to."
When she's trembling, I kneel between her thighs. She reaches for my cock, her slender fingers rubbing me up and down. I throw my head back. If she carries on like this. I'm going to come.
"Make me yours, Creed."
Slipping on a condom I rip open with my teeth, I look at her beautiful face once more. She bites her finger. The way she’s looking at me is enough to bring me to my knees. She’s intoxicating. And mine, mine, mine. I wrap one of her legs around me.
"Are you sure about this?" I whisper against her lips. She nods, and I slide into her slowly growling like an animal.
Her eyes roll back, and she arches her back off the bed.
Fuck, she's tight. I growl and push in farther. "Red, fuck, how do you feel this good?"
"More." She digs her nails into my forearms. I hiss from the pleasure of being in her, and the pain making me drive into her harder. She clenches around me, and I know she's close.
“Tell me you’re mine, Sin.”
She moans, tugging me closer, kissing me with all she is, and she may not say the words, but I know it's how she feels. She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in our own rhythm. I let myself lose control inside her, and I cry out an orgasm as she does. I don't want to come down from the high. I never thought I'd fall for her the way I did. She could ruin me, and I'd be a better man for it. I touch my forehead to hers, the sweet smell of her assaulting my senses. I lift myself off her, and discard the rubber. I wrap her in my arms and hold her for the longest time, using every chance I get to kiss her face, her neck, her shoulders. She drifts off for a while, and I watch her. I never want to wake up from this euphoria. I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
Chapter 39
Sinclair
After a year, and fifty letters, I finally receive one from Anna, but it's not a response to any of mine. Instead, it’s a frantic warning asking me to convince Creed to stake out my parents’ house. She believes the man she supposedly killed a year ago is actually alive and sending her threats. What are the chances of that? But Creed being the amazing man he is, decides to do it anyway. After a week and no action, he calls off the stakeout. I write back to Anna and update her on what's going on.
"Her doctor said she’s getting better," I tell my mom as we set the table for Sunday lunch.
My mom swipes a tear from her eyes. One mention of Anna, and she’s a mess. It doesn’t make it easier with Anna refusing to see my parents. Mom and Dad told me what happened. They showed me pictures and our hospital records. Anna was abducted by a mentally ill patient who’d lost her baby. Anna is the way she is because she doesn’t quite know how else to be.
“I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.” My mom slips into a chair. She looks so frail. I walk over to her and kneel in front of her.
“Mom, you have carried this guilt around with you for far too long. You didn’t ask that woman to steal your baby.”
“But what if we could have done more? Maybe if we had searched for longer, after the police failed.” She looks tired. She has been this way ever since she found out about Anna. “I lied to you.”
I wrap her in my arms and squeeze her tightly. “Mom, you did what you believed was right.”
C: Red, I’m going to miss lunch, something urgent came up.
Sin: See you later, I’ll save you dessert.
C: I'm not interested in dessert unless it's you. Xxx
“Creed’s stuck at work.”
“He's a good man, baby. I'm glad he's been here for you.”
Willow and Gracie join us on the porch. Willow is back to her old bubbly self. She's in therapy but doing so much better than I expected. Cohen is trying to make amends with the kids. He's been to rehab twice.
Dad brings out the games after lunch, and we lazily play Monopoly.
