I already know she’s standing above me because I inhale her fragrant scent even before I open my eyes. It’s been less than fifteen minutes or so since I lay down to sleep on the sofa, and now, I’m awake to find her kneeling in front of me. The light from the street bathes part of the living room and illuminates her face; God, she’s beautiful.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You’re sleeping on the sofa. I drove you away from your own bed, in your own house,” she says, clearly upset.

“No, it’s not like that. I just figured maybe you wanted your space,” I reply.

“No, I don’t want space from you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Very,” she says in a firm tone. I sigh and start to say something but then decide against it. She reads my hesitation.

“Wyatt, please talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind,” she insists. It’s not that I don’t want to talk, I’m just not sure I will want to hear her responses. What if my suspicions are true and this thing only goes one way? Normally I’d never be so off the mark but when it comes to Bright Eyes, there is no normal.

“I thought that you had issues trusting guys but then when you went to Decker…”

“I made it seem like I trusted him and not you,” she concludes to herself.

“I don’t know what else to make of it,” I admit.

“The reason I didn’t go to you is because I needed you. And that need scared the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, I get that. I do. But…Decker…”

“There is nothing between the two of us. He’s a good guy who tried to help me out. It’s you that I keep thinking about. It’s you that makes my stomach flip when you enter a room. And when my phone rings, and I see that it’s you on the other line…I feel like I won something. Something wonderful.”

“It’s the exact same thing for me but I just don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for. I’d hate to be that guy with you. I need to know, am I in this thing alone?”

“My locksmith thinks I have a crush on him,” she says.

“What?”

“He’s about seventy-two, bald, and has a glass eye. He thinks I like him because I keep coming into his shop to remake the same key over and over again. He thinks I’m using it as an excuse to see him.”

“I don’t get it, why are you going there so much?”

“I made you a key a while ago. Then I threw it away because I thought you’d think I was being pushy. But then you gave me a key and I had another one made. Then I got freaked out and threw it out. Only to go back and get it copied again.”

“Wow, and how many times…?”

“Let’s put it this way: I might need to take out a loan to pay off my locksmith.”

“Aw, babe! That’s crazy,” I reply, unable to suppress a smile. “Why didn’t you just have one made and give it to me when you’re ready?” I ask.

“I’m ready,” she says, handing me a shiny silver key.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am. If you still want it—it’s yours,” she says sincerely.

“I do want it, babe, but for us to work, you have to talk to me. You have to be able to trust me and I have to be able to trust you.”

“I know that, but you have to believe I’m trying, I really am.”

“I know. And look, I’m not saying you have to get over your past in one day but we have to deal with that together. You can’t go to someone else—another guy—for help. I’m not gonna lie, baby, that shit really fucking hurt.”

“I know. I’m sorry. From now on, it’s the two of us,” she says, taking my hand in hers.

“And it’s okay if that freaks you out, just tell me so we face it, don’t hide.”

“Deal,” she assures me.

“And please, please don’t confront any more gang members. My heart can’t take that shit,” I inform her.

She laughs. “I promise,” she says, looking into my eyes.

“You should get some rest, babe, it’s after midnight.”

“Argh, damn it,” she says.

“What is it?”

“I was supposed to call Bree and check on her before she went to bed but in the chaos, I forgot. She probably thinks I abandoned her.”

“It’s okay, I called her earlier. She’s good—considering.”

“Wait, you called Bree?”

“Yeah, we exchanged numbers back at her house. I just called to see if she needed anything. We talked for about twenty minutes; she’s a tough chick. I like her.”

“You called to check on my sister?”

“Yeah, she’s important to you, so she’s important to me,” I reply. Her eyes narrow and she looks at me as if it’s the very first time she’s seen me. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

“You’re a good guy.” She says it mostly to herself. Then she looks deeply into my eyes again and speaks in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard. “Mr. Hunt, I’m gonna need you to lie back.”

Before I know what’s happening, she gets on the sofa and straddles me. She lays her body on mine and rains down a series of hungry, slick kisses on my mouth. I greedily accept her offering. Her ravenous mouth sucks on my tongue with the fury of a hurricane. I growl and thank god I didn’t go to bed with a shirt on.

She bathes me with her lips and makes my cock stiffen in a matter of seconds. I hiss as she curls her tongue around my nipples, sucks and licks them in a feverish frenzy. I go to take her sheer lingerie off but she slaps my hands away. “You’re taking the night off, Mr. Hunt. Sit back. Relax. I got this.”

She pins my arms under my head and warns me not to move from that position. I watch her make a trail of kisses down my body; she glides her lips over the spot right above my crotch and ignites all my nerve endings. She nibbles on my inner thigh with her soft lips and makes me groan with anticipation. My dick stands erect, ready for the same attention.

She makes her way between my legs and she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft. My cock’s too thick for her fingers to meet and too long for her to take in without strategically repositioning her mouth. I’m thinking she’ll be overwhelmed and will most likely hesitate. I am wrong. I am so fucking wrong. She grabs a firm hold of my member like it’s her property. She stares down at my dick like it’s an unruly beast she’s about to tame. She opens up and takes my cock so far into her mouth, I can feel the warm lining of the back of her throat.

Christ, that feels good…

Just being in her mouth makes me pant and groan like crazy. But when my baby starts sucking, sliding and slurping up and down my dick, I can’t keep still. Her rhythm is so good it slows down time. She starts from the underside of my dick and works her way up and around to my tip; she’s licking her favorite ice cream. She cups my balls between her fingers and massages them as she claims my cock.

“Ohfuckohfuck.” I groan as my hips push forward to get even more of me into her mouth. She doesn’t shy away; she moves her head with rhythm, authority, and skill. I’ve never been this fucking hard before—never.

It’s not just how good it feels in her mouth; it’s her desire to please me that’s got me so hard I could fucking weep. She moves her lips, tongue, and fingers like I am the only thing in her world. I groan as she sets my whole fucking body on fire with her mouth.

I grab her hair and wrap my fingers around her long stands. She ensnares the tip of my dick with her tongue; drops of liquid ooze out and makes their way to the surface. She glides it on her lips like it’s lip gloss.

“Oh, you’re so fucking dangerous, baby…shit!” I moan as my world spins off its fucking axis. She doesn’t stop, or even slow down. She mercilessly conquers every fucking part of me until I can’t take it and am forced to sit up and beg, beg her for mercy.

“FUUUUUCK!” I growl as I sit up and hold on to her for dear life. My body is convulsing out of control as she takes in every inch of me. I can feel an ocean of lust and longing about to shoot out of me. “Ba-baby, I’m coming.” I give her a chance to pull away, but she doesn’t. She sucks even harder and opens her mouth wider. “Winnie baby, shit!” I cry out as a warm surge shoots out of me and into her awaiting mouth.

Exhausted and thoroughly milked, I collapse back onto the sofa, taking her with me. I pull her up so that she is on top of me, and we are once again face to face. There’s a knock on the door, and she motions to get up and go answer it.

“No.” I groan as I tuck her head under my chin and pull her into me. I wrap my arms around her with what little strength I have left.

“Wyatt, someone’s at the door. Don’t you wanna know who it is?” she purrs.

“I don’t give a fuck who’s out there. My whole world is in here…”