Chapter 22
Texas
I was on fire and felt cold at the same time. He was just standing there watching as I pulled each article of clothing off my body.
I wanted him on me and needed him inside me so much so that it became almost painful. I wanted to beg, but the words refused to leave me.
I licked my lips and stared at his hard cock. That seemed to be what set him over the edge and he was finally on me. His arms went under my knees, and he pulled me up and closer to him.
He spread me wide before his cock pushed deep inside. It was so hard and forceful that it took my breath away. Before I could catch my breath, he had my feet on his shoulders.
He was leaning closer to me, forcing himself further inside. Then, thankfully, he started to move. It wasn’t slow, and it wasn’t gentle. It was hard and demanding.
It was dirty downright filthy in its intensity. He was fucking me like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of me and my lungs couldn’t expand big enough to release the moans I so badly wanted to scream out.
By the fourth stroke, I was cumming. My body became stiff as it washed over me like a tsunami. Tingles sparked my nerves, and each muscle sang with pleasure as he continued to pound me into the mattress.
He leaned in closer, folding me in half. His lips pressed against mine and one of his hands slid under the pillow before weaving into my hair.
He fisted it before pulling on it, hard. His strokes became harder and more demanding. He was going deeper than I thought possible. I tried to scream as another orgasm exploded deep inside me.
But nothing came out. Not even a gasp.
“That’s it, kitten, fucking cum for me,” he demands.
Like I could say no. I hadn’t even come down from the last one before I was cumming again. Wetness gushed between my thighs and coated his cock.
His movements became shorter and harder hitting the spot deep inside me. It had me clenching hard around him, like my pussy was trying very hard to suffocate his dick.
It seemed like it didn’t want to let him go. He jerked hard inside me, and a breathy moan accompanied him. His cock slammed against my womb and wet heat spread through me as he came.
Surprisingly, I came again, and black spots danced along my vision and then it was completely black.
“Little Death,” Kell, says.
I open my eyes and look at him, he was still above me, his cock still deep inside me. What the fuck?
“That’s what they call it when you pass out from pleasure,” he tells me.
I just stared at him. I mean, what could I say? It was kind of embarrassing. Without another word, he rolled off me and walked into what I’m assumed was the bathroom.
The sound of the shower turning on had me in motion. I had a few minutes, and I needed to know if she was okay. Grabbing his pants, I dug into the pockets.
Smiling, I pull his phone out and dial Sam’s number.
“Sam?” I ask.
“What the fuck is going on?” Sam, asks.
“Did you find her?” I ask instead of answering
I waited, holding my breath as he stayed silent for a heartbeat too long.
“She tried to fucking shoot me,” Sam, growled.
I tried not to laugh, but it was hard.
“But, she’s okay?” I ask my voice strained.
“Where are you Texas? And why the fuck does she need saving? Seems like she can handle herself just fine,” Sam, said.
“Listen, I will explain when I can, but right now I need you to take her with you.” I tell him.
“Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?” Sam, demands.
Sighing, I grip the phone tighter.
“I’m safe, but I quit Sam. They’re never going to let me go.” I tell him quietly.
His sigh was hard.
“About fucking time. I’ve got her, but Texas?” Sam, asked.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Keep low and call me if you need help.” He tells me.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Anytime Sweetheart,” Sam, said.
He rarely called me anything but annoying or Texas. My heart swelled, and my eyes started to mist.
“You know I will,” I tell him.
Without another word, I ended the call. Then, the phone was plucked from my fingers, and an angry Kell was in front of me. Fuck!
I let my guard down. I thought he was in the bathroom and like a fool, I didn’t bother looking.
“Who the fuck was that?” Kell, demanded.
He was angry, scratch that he, was murderous. He tried and failed to keep his voice calm.
“No one,” I tell him.
“Don’t fuck with me right now little Dove.” He spits the words angrily.
“Is it little love or little Dove?” I asked trying to distract him
“Both. Don’t try to change the subject, it won’t work,” he told me.
Closing my mouth, I sat there and stared at him. What the fuck do I say? How much do I share?
“Who is he and why is he protecting her?” He demands.
I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.
“And who the fuck are they the ones who will never let you go?” Kell, asked.
My fingers connect with the chain around my neck involuntarily. His eyes follow the move. He heard everything. Fuck! What was I going to do?
“That man in the shack… he hurt someone really bad, and she killed him,” I tell him hesitantly
He nodded, waiting for me to continue.
“I helped her and was trying to cover it up,” I continued.
“And Sam?” He asks.
He was going along with it. Maybe this would be enough.
“He was a friend from my past like a brother, he went to get her and find her a safe place,” I tell him.
His shoulder relaxed at the word brother. Time to change the subject.
“I thought I heard the shower. I’m feeling particularly messy…” I tell him with a smile.
His smile was full of mischief, and I knew I succeeded. His fingers grabbed mine before he pulled me to my feet.
“I wanted to clean you,” He tells me.
I smiled and blushed at the same time.
“I can do it myself,” I say.
“I know that little love, but I want to take care of you,” he replies.
When was the last time someone took care of me? I honestly couldn’t think of a time. Not even one. Sighing, I let him drag me to the bathroom.
It was a happy sigh. I kind of felt like Cinderella. This was my fairytale. Every bloody dark piece of it.