Chapter 9 - Hard to Swallow
As I watched from the window, Flash and James talked, and it didn’t seem to be a pissing match. My heart raced as they’d stood toe to toe in my backyard. I’d expected it to go down very differently. I had figured one of them would end up bloodied before it was said and done. Who the fuck was I kidding? Flash would’ve been the one a heaping pile of broken bones after James had beaten him. Instead, they’d acted like grown men. They’d spoken low enough that I hadn’t been able to make out the words, even after cracking my window to be able to hear better, and the handshake at the end had sure as fuck thrown me for a loop.
No fists were thrown, Flash disappeared between the houses, and James made his way up the stairs and back into the house. I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen as I heard the back door close. “Everything okay?” I asked as I turned the corner and almost ran right into James.
He was grinning with his head tilted and the corner of his mouth curved. He looked proud with his chest puffed out. Any moment, he might have broken out with “Me Tarzan” by the way he carried himself. His eyes were fiery yet playful.
“Perfect,” he whispered, grabbing my chin.
My belly sank—but in the most wonderful way—as he held my face in my hands. I felt his hot, sweet breath against my skin, and the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Just like when you’re waiting for something that you know will scare the holy fuck out of you to happen—James was my holy fuck. He scared the piss out of me.
“Izzy,” he growled.
“Yes?” I responded, my voice weak.
“You want me?” His eyes pierced me, held me in place even though my mind was screaming for me to run.
I looked down, unable to maintain eye contact, or maybe I just didn’t want to look into the eyes of the boogeyman. “Yes,” I whispered, placing my hand on his muscular forearm. I needed the extra support when saying those words. Letting James in was the biggest leap of faith I’d ever taken in my life. I just hoped there wasn’t a rocky bottom I’d dive into headfirst.
“Just give me tonight,” he breathed, moving his lips closer as he kept his eyes locked on mine.
“One night,” I said with wide eyes as I swallowed hard. I felt like my airway was closing and I couldn’t breathe.
“Just feel me, Izzy. Feel us and how our bodies respond to each other.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond as he crushed his lips to mine. He gave me the air I hadn’t been able to find moments before. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close and held the back of my head.
“James,” I moaned into his mouth as his hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it roughly.
He pulled away, grinding his rock-hard dick into me. “I’m not taking no for an answer tonight. I barely survived last weekend, having you so close and not sinking my dick into you. It’s heaven, and I won’t let you deny me again.”
Well fuck. How could I say no to that? Shit, I didn’t want to say no. The man did me better than anyone ever had. The entire week, all I’d thought about was him. The asshole had even invaded my dreams. I tried to put him out of my mind when I was awake, but once I closed my eyes, my subconscious took over, and it, along with my extremely wet pussy, both wanted James.
Pushing me against the wall, he placed his lips against my neck and nibbled just below my ear. Goose bumps broke out across my flesh as tingles cascaded across my skin like a water drops finding their path to my feet and rooting me in place. I clawed at his t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin. When I pulled it up, my knuckles skimmed his ribs.
As he sucked in a breath, he stole the air in my lungs. Releasing me, he pulled the shirt off his body, revealing his mouth-watering chest. I placed my palms against his hard pecs, kneading the muscles with my fingers as he kissed a path down the opening of my tank top. His hands found my thighs, looping underneath. As my feet left the floor, I wrapped my legs around his torso, grinding my pussy against him. He carried me down the hall, his lips back on mine, as he held me tight against his body.
His grip lessened just over the threshold of my bedroom doorway, causing me to slide down him. I grinned, looking into his eyes and seeing the desire on his face.
He took a step back, crossing his arms and cocking his head. “Strip,” he commanded.
My body swayed as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. “What?” I blurted, shocked by the forcefulness in his voice.
“Strip, and make it good.” He didn’t move or change expression.
“Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to a lady?” I barked, kind of turned on but not willing to share that little nugget of information.
I glared at him, my eyes raking over his body and stopping dead on his crotch. I could clearly see the outline of his long, thick cock straining against the material. I knew how it felt to have that monster inside me, and it made my mind mush. I started to slowly take down the straps of my tank top without waiting for his response.
“Don’t I get music or something?” I quipped, cockiness in my voice as removed the material from my arms. I turned as I gathered the tank in my hands. Bending at the waist, I stuck my ass in the air as I shimmed out of my shirt and then tossed it across the room. Shaking my hips, I started to hum as my ass bounced, and I peeked at him between the gap of in my legs.
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and studied me. He seemed pleased with what I was doing. Turning around, I held my hands over my breasts, covering my hard nipples as I shook them in my hands. Bouncing them in my hands, I licked the top of my breast. The skin feeling like velvet against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his lips turning up into a snarl as his nostrils flared.
My body warmed from his reaction, and I felt a sense of confidence in my movements. Stripping for someone when it’s your idea is entirely different than doing it when being told to. James’s reaction made it fun, and I figured why the fuck not tease him in the process?
“You like when I cocktease you?” I asked, opening my fingers, letting my nipples show. A black lace bra covered my breasts, leaving little to the imagination. I rolled my nipples in between my fingers as I licked a path to my other breast, peeking up at him through hooded lashes.
“Lose the clothes, Isabella.”
He dropped my formal name, once again causing the bottom of my stomach to flutter.
“Yes, master,” I responded, curtseying to him and unable to hold my smartass comments.
His face changed as he squinted at me. “Those words make me so fucking hard,” he whispered.
Was James one of those men? Was he the type of guy who got off on being in total control and wanting a sex slave in the bedroom?
After I peeled off my pants, leaving nothing between him and me except my lace black panties and bra, I stood still, my tongue sticking out as it hovered just above my breast. I wanted to be touched, and if he wouldn’t to do it, then I sure as fuck would be the one to take up the task.
“Crawl to me,” he demanded.
I shrugged, thinking, What the hell? Why not? and dropped to my knees. Moving slowly across the wooden floor, I crawled to him like a cat stalking its prey. Sticking my ass up in the air, I raised my shoulders as I approached him.
Funny that I didn’t feel weird or humiliated crawling to him as he’d asked. It turned me on, and from what I could see from being eye to eye with his dick, he was hard as a rock.
“Unzip me,” he said, his voice softer.
I looked up at him, taking a moment to drink him in. Yeah, I was totally fucked. Perching up on my knees, I pulled his zipper down, releasing his cock.
It was bigger than I remembered, especially up close. Then again, I might have had half a bottle of Jack by the time we’d ripped each other’s clothes off in the hotel room.
Palming his thickness, I stuck my tongue out, capturing the small drop of liquid off the tip. Divine saltiness spread across my tongue as I leaned in to take him in my mouth.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing my face with his hands.
“James,” I groaned, leaning back on my heels to look up at him. “Make up your mind.”
“No hands. I want only your mouth on me,” he growled. This was a side of James I hadn’t expected, but I liked it.
I nodded, gripping his thighs with my hands before I slid his jeans down his legs to give me better access to his hardness. The hair lying across my back moved as he wrapped his hand around it, fisting it tightly. Small tingles started at my neck before shooting down my spine and straight to my core. I ached to be filled by him, and would do whatever it took to have him thrust me over a cliff of ecstasy.
I gripped his firm, muscular thighs, placing my fingers just below his ass. I dug my nails into his flesh. He hissed, sucking in air as I swirled my tongue around his piercing. The metal felt soft compared to his throbbing cock as I slid the length of him across my tongue until it touched the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, pulling him out to relieve my body’s reflex to repel the contents.
“Take all of me. You can do it.” He thrust his hips forward, jamming his cock to the back of my throat.
My eyes watered as my ability to breathe was cut off from the foreign object filling my mouth. He gripped my hair roughly, pulling his cock from my lips before sliding it in over and over again. His grunts and moans spurred me on and kept me focused.
Drool pooled at the corners of my mouth, slowly oozing from the sides as he pummeled my throat with his rock-hard dick. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my fingers digging into my skin as I took the torture, wishing it were my pussy on the receiving end of the blunt force trauma.
Just as I felt his cock grow bigger, filling my mouth further, he moaned, “Fuck.” Then he pulled my hair back, releasing his dick from my mouth. “Not yet. Not like this,” he moaned on a shaky breath. His fingers slipped from my hair and slid across my face, capturing the moisture from my chin. “You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
I blinked, wondered how I possibly looked sexy. I had drool on my face, blurry eyes, and tear-stained cheeks. That didn’t fit my idea of fuckable, but then again, I didn’t have a cock.
A thought occurred to me as I kneeled before James. I thought women who acted like I just had—following sexual commands without question—were weak, but that’s not what I’d felt. I’d felt empowered and in control. Even though James barked out the orders, I was the one to carry them out, and I held his world in my hands—or in this case, my mouth.
A small smile spread across my face as I used my tongue to grab the moisture from the corners of my mouth. His eyes zoned in on my tongue as his cock bobbed. “Fuck, Izzy,” he hissed, holding his hand out to me. “Off your knees before I lose control staring at that fuckable mouth.”
I grabbed his hand, letting him pull me from the floor, and slid up his body. My tits rubbed against his skin. Feeling the hardness against my throbbing nipples sent a shiver through my body. Having him in my mouth and remembering our first night together had driven my body so close to the edge that I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come.
I stared in his eyes as he held my face in his palm and my neck in his grip. Just as I was about to start rubbing my pussy against his leg, unable to bear waiting any longer, his free hand glided down my body toward the promised land. I silently thanked the gods for taking pity on me. As his fingers slid through my wetness and his palm massaged my clit, my head fell back and my body moved forward on its own.
“James,” I moaned as I slid my hands up his arms and dug my nails into his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured.
His finger rubbed my G-spot, driving me closer to the thing I wanted most—an orgasm. A second finger joined the first, stretching me and making me feel full as the others stroked my outer parts. Shivers racked my body as he worked my pussy to the point where, at times, he stole my breath. The pressure was so intense that I could barely form a thought. Wetness and warmth filled my senses as he licked a path up my neck, stopping at the spot where I could feel my pulse beating rapidly under his tongue.
“James.” It was the only thing I could say. My mind had become muddled. Everything in my body was tight and ready. I pushed up on my tiptoes, trying to get more leverage and work his fingers deeper inside me.
His hand stilled. “You want my cock?” he whispered against my neck.
I nodded my response. I wanted to come, but I wouldn’t mince words with him putting me so close to an orgasm that I felt like I would explode.
“You just want to come,” he grunted, pushing my neck forward and forcing my eyes to his.
Heat crept across my face as I looked into his eyes. It pissed me off that he could read me so well. I’d prided myself on being unreadable my entire life, but James had an ability that unnerved me.
“I want you,” I pleaded, nipping at his lips.
His fingers began to move at a torturous pace. Slowly, he rubbed my insides as he pulled out and pushed back in with force, but kept his palm clear of my clit.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted, digging his fingers in my neck.
“I want you to fuck me.” I could feel the buildup again as my pussy clenched down on his fingers, trying to keep him inside.
“Ask me nicely.” He smirked against my lips as his cheeks rose, almost touching his eyes as his hand stilled again.
I sighed, knowing that there was only one way to get what I wanted. I could fuck around and play a game with his mind. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The proof of that was pressed against my hip.
“James, will you fuck me?” I asked, not breaking eye contact.
“Please,” he said before nipping at my jaw and massaging my insides without the in-and-out motion I fucking craved.
He wanted me to beg—something I’d never done for anyone in my life. People begged me. I’d never wanted anything enough to beg. If I couldn’t get it for myself, then it wasn’t worth having or lusting after.
James was different. He was something I couldn’t get without groveling and giving more of myself than I wanted to. I was too close to coming to turn back now and tell him to get the fuck out of my house. A small part of me wanted to tell him to take his junk and leave, but the part I wanted to punch in the face later said, “Please fuck me, James. I want you.” Fucking traitorous words. Later, I’d kick my own ass.
His smirk turned into a smile as his fingers slipped out of me. He placed the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around them. “Mmm,” he murmured as he licked my juices off. “You taste fucking fantastic. Just how I remember.”
“You’re an asshole. If you’re getting your rocks off by making me beg and then you’re just going to—” I didn’t get to finish the sentence, as he moved my face to his and swallowed my words with his lips.
When he backed away, I was breathless and wanton. I would’ve professed my love and a horde of children to this man for a single orgasm. He’d driven me so close and then pulled away so many times that I no longer was Izzy Gallo, kick-ass chick—I was Izzy Gallo, cock slave to James. I only mildly hated myself for it.
I swayed as he removed his pants, dug in his pocket, and then discarded his jeans to the side. James stood before me, naked and magnificent, with a giant, cocky-ass smile on his face. As he slipped on the condom, I took in his hotness. He had the entire goddamn package—piercings, tattoos, rock-hard muscles, and a beautiful fucking cock. The only downside to James that I could think of was his mouth, but even though I wanted to smack it sometimes, it did crazy fucking things to me. Things I didn’t like to admit.
Before I could move, he lifted me with one arm under my ass and impaled me on his cock with a grunt.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” he moaned, pushing farther inside.
All negative thoughts about the smug bastard standing gloriously naked in front of me vanished as his piercing stroked me from the inside. Turning us, he pounded into me as he pushed my back against the wall.
Using his arm and the solid surface behind me, he battered my body. Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he drove my body higher, granting him deeper access to my pussy and bringing my tits closer to his face.
As he bit down, I hissed, “Fuck.” The pain was soon forgotten as his strokes increased and the mounting pressure returned, more intense than before.
I clawed at his flesh, scraping his skin, as he pounded me into the wall with each blow. He grunted, moaning against my nipples as he sucked and bit on the tender skin.
My eyes found the mirror across the room. There was just enough light for me to clearly see his body as he thrust inside me. His ass cheeks clenched and released as he pushed himself deep, driving me closer to the edge. My arms were wrapped around his torso as I stared at our reflection. The pink streaks caused by my fingernails were visible clear across the room.
Watching him fuck me, and the feeling of his dick slamming into me, made it impossible to stave off the impending orgasm.
“Fuck yes!” I screamed, hitting my head against the wall. “Harder!” I demanded.
My toes curled as his fingers gripped my ass and his cock pulverized my pussy in long, thick strokes.
He released my nipples, pulling my body down harder on his cock. He moved his mouth next to my ear and said, “Come for me, Izzy. I want to feel you squeeze the life out of my dick.”
All the muscles in my body grew rigid as he moved his hands to my waist, forcefully pulling me down against his cock. I bounced off his body like a rag doll. Everything around me ceased to exist except James and his dick.
My nails slid against his skin, tearing the flesh as I screamed through the best fucking orgasm of my life. I mumbled and chanted like a person in a trance as one orgasm passed and another started to build.
“Don’t you dare come again,” he growled, pulling me from the wall and walking toward the bed.
My eyes flew open as I stared at him. “What?” I asked, swallowing hard and trying to catch my breath.
“Not yet, doll. Not like this,” he groaned as he stilled inside me.
As we approached the bed and he started to lay me back, I wrapped my legs tighter around him. My pussy ached from the devastation he’d just inflicted upon it, but I wanted more.
“Let go,” he ordered as he released me and pulled at my legs.
“No,” I cried, pulling him in deeper and increasing my viselike grip.
He looked down at me and smiled. “Such a selfish girl,” he whispered as he ran his fingers over my lips, tracing a path down my body.
His fingers stopped at my breasts, circling around each one, as his fingernail scraped against my nipple.
“I’m not selfish, James, I’m horny.” The first orgasm, even in its intensity, hadn’t done enough to quell the ache and throb I felt when I was around him. His fingers, mouth, and dick made me want more. That was exactly why I’d done the walk of shame out of his hotel room months ago. He scared me.
“Izzy,” he barked, bringing my attention back to him as he pried my legs apart. “Flip over, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”
My pussy convulsed with his words. That divine clenching of both happiness and anticipation. I shifted, and he slipped from my body. A dull ache was left by the emptiness inside me as he walked away.
“How do you want me?” Why I asked this question, I had no fucking clue. Did it matter?
He bent down next to his pants, and the sound of metal clinking filled the room. My heart stopped in my chest as I closed my eyes and knew what he grabbed. I looked over my shoulder, finding him approaching the bed as he twirled them around his finger.
“I brought these just for you.” He leaned over, touching my skin with the cold metal, and dragged it down my spine.
I sucked in a breath, the sensation intense against my hot damn skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the icy hardware, and when I opened them, James had a very smug grin on his face.
“Hands behind your back, Isabella.” He smirked—as he probably assumed I’d do just about anything right now.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, more concerned with him leaving than anything he’d do to me physically.
“I’m going to get mine now,” he said, holding the handcuffs in the air with one hand as stroked his condom-covered cock in the other. “You want this?” he asked, fisting it rapidly and looking down at his dick. “Then you’ll get these.” He shook the cuffs, causing them to make a loud clatter.
“Promise you won’t leave?” I pleaded, needing to be sure before I handed over total control. Before, when I’d crawled to him and let him fuck my face, that hadn’t been giving him free rein, but being restrained and naked left me vulnerable and at his mercy.
“I’d never do that. I want to bury myself inside you until I can’t fuck you anymore. Hands,” he commanded.
I swallowed, placing my hands behind my back and burying my face in the comforter. He moved quickly, grabbing my body and pushing me up the bed. Before I could respond, a cuff was around my left wrist and attached to the headboard. The bed dipped and rose as he climbed off and back to his feet.
My stomach sank. The nasty feeling of being duped entered my bones. “Where the fuck are you going?” I snarled, panicking as a lump formed in my throat as he bent down.
As he stood, he said, “To get these,” and jiggled another set of handcuffs in his hand.
“Thank shit for small miracles,” I whispered low enough so he wouldn’t hear. I turned forward, feeling the bed dip as he returned and hovered over my body.
“Give me your hand,” he said, holding out his with the handcuff in his grip.
I sighed, reaching out and willingly giving my hand to him. Butterflies filled my stomach as he restrained my right arm to the headboard. I lay there splayed out before him, for his enjoyment and use.
He pushed my hair to the side, biting down on my neck as he slid down my body. His hard shaft left a trail of tingles as he glided across my skin. I looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling between my legs.
“Mmm, so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he squeezed my ass roughly, kneading it in his grip. “I want this.”
Closing my eyes tight, I said, “James.”
There was no fucking way his dick would go in my ass. No goddamn way. He was too fucking big for that to happen. I started to thrash as he spread apart my ass cheeks, rubbing his thumb over my opening. My body locked up, my ass clenching to stop the assault. I’d let him restrain me. I’d given up complete control.
“You’ll love it,” he replied as wetness filled my crack.
“Where did you—” I started to ask, but as his fingertip pushed inside, my mouth quickly shut.
Pain sliced through me for a moment and was replaced by a fullness I hadn’t anticipated. James had huge hands and, in turn, thick, long fingers.
“I’ll make it feel good,” he whispered, working his finger inside me as he began to stroke my pussy opening with his other hand.
I’d had anal sex before. I even enjoyed it, but something about James and his size scared the shit out of me. My palms began to sweat; the thought of the pain as he filled me made me nervous.
My eyes rolled back in my head, the pleasure making it impossible to keep a watchful eye on him. I pushed against his hand, needing the pleasure of his fingers pounding into my pussy to forget the burn in my ass. More wetness fell against me before he added a second finger in my ass, driving me over the pain-pleasure threshold. Too many feelings were mixed in my body as my mind turned off from all thought or ability to yell stop.
They worked out of unison from each other. As he moved one hand in my pussy and the other out of my ass, I found myself spiraling dangerously close to an orgasm I thought would stop my heart. The pleasure building up from deep inside had my heart pounding uncontrollably. This could be the destroyer of all men who might grace my future. James was wrecking me and doing it on fucking purpose.
My hands moved, trying to grip on to something to ground myself, but it was futile. I couldn’t reach a fucking thing, and I didn’t have the strength to shimmy up the bed as he worked my body perfectly.
A moan fell from my lips even as I tried to bite back the words. “Oh, yes. Fuck me, James.”
Just then, his fingers left my ass. I buried my face into the bed, both happy and relieved at the loss of fullness. I mumbled something incoherent even to myself as he still thrust his fingers inside my cunt.
Scooping more wetness from my pussy, he rubbed my juices against my ass before jamming his cock into my pussy.
“Still so fucking wet,” he said, moving his face close to my ear. “I want your ass, Izzy.”
I sucked in a breath, fear gripping me because of his size. “James,” I moaned. I wanted to say no, but everything the man did to me felt fanfuckingtastic.
A few thrusts later, he removed himself from my core and rubbed against my asshole. As he pushed the tip inside, I whispered, “You’re too big,” and bit down on the comforter.
“It’ll fit. You’re so fucking ready for me.”
Problem was, he was fucking right. I didn’t like when James was always right.
“Push out. It’ll make it slide in easier,” he grunted, placing his hand underneath me and stroking my clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, pushing down with all my strength as he circled my clit with his fingertips. “Yes,” I wailed.
I pulled at the handcuffs, wrapping my fingers around the cold metal chain connecting the two parts, and took what he gave me.
“Fuck,” he moaned, seating himself fully inside of me.
I moved, grinding my pussy against his hand and hoping it would urge him to move. The only thing worse than being fucked in the ass was someone stopping with their dick inside you. I needed the movement and the friction against my pussy. I needed to come. My body was wound so fucking tight I thought my heart would burst.
“Selfish,” he whispered, his hot breath licking my ear as he began to rock in and out of me.
“Just fuck me and shut the fuck up,” I hissed, pushing back against him.
His palm came down fast on my hip as he slapped it hard enough to cause me to focus on another point of pain. “You’re not the boss anymore, Izzy. I am.” His words surprised me more than his palm, and the funny thing was…I liked it.
“Yes, sir,” I spouted back, feeling the need to be a smartass.
“Always have to be such a tough-ass,” he grunted, gripping my hip and thrusting inside me. He pinched my clit and rolled it between his fingers.
I cried out. The orgasm that had built broke loose. I screamed until my throat was sore and my voice hoarse. I grew limp, my body and mind both sated and in post-orgasmic bliss, as his thrusts grew more punishing.
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for his release and my freedom. My body couldn’t take much more of James and come back unscathed. His movements became sporadic as he hissed, “Fuck,” and collapsed against my back.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as he lay on top of me, crushing me against the mattress.
“Jesus,” he murmured between labored breaths.
I moved, his dick feeling like an unwelcome guest.
He shifted, pulling his cock from my body as he rolled off me. “Sorry,” he said as he stroked my ass with his fingertips.
“James, let me go,” I whispered, and yanked at the handcuffs.
“I may keep you like this all night.” He traced a path up my ass cheeks to my spine. “I like you so willing and ready.”
I glared at him, turning my head in his direction. “My arms are getting numb,” I bit out, trying to not yell.
“I’ll never believe your bullshit.” He laughed, climbing off the bed.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I roared, worried he’d leave me like this all night.
“Getting the fucking key,” he responded, bending down and retrieving it from his jeans pocket.
“Oh,” I mumbled, feeling like a fool.
As he climbed on the bed, the mattress dipped, much like my stomach from his nearness. As he released my arms, he rubbed my muscles and eased the tension inside. The feeling of his strong hands massaging my limbs felt amazing.
“Mmm, so fucking good,” I muttered as he continued the same treatment on my other arm.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I watched as his beautiful, tight ass walked to the bathroom until he closed the door. Hearing water running, I closed my eyes and thought about James. I was currently in the love phase of the love-hate relationship I had with him, but I was certain that, soon enough, the orgasmic haze I was in would wear off and I’d slide on the other side of that thin line.
I cracked open an eye as the door opened. He was approaching the bed with a washcloth. “Let me clean you,” he whispered, crawling next to me in bed.
Without speaking, I opened my legs and relaxed. The warmth of the towel against my pussy and ass relived the throbbing I’d felt a moment ago. His cock had been brutal, but his kindness and the fucking orgasm made it all worth the abuse.
“Ouch,” I hissed as he pressed it against my asshole.
“It’ll help. Just lie still,” he whispered, working the soft cloth against my skin.
I did as he’d said without a fight. I didn’t have the energy to argue with James tonight.
Leaving the washcloth against me, he stood and pulled back a corner of the sheets. “Up you go,” he said, cradling me.
I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my nose against his neck, and inhaled. He smelled like musk, sweat, and sex.
He placed my head on the pillow, climbed over top of me, and settled in the bed. After covering us, he cocooned me in his arms.
With my back to his torso, I closed my eyes and exhaled. My eyes were heavy as I blinked, straining to keep them open.
“Sleep, sweet Izzy,” he whispered, increasing his grip around my body.
I drifted off, listening his breathing in my ear, blissfully sated and exhausted.
James would be the death of me.