Conleigh
It’s late when I feel Holden’s arms go around me and carry me to bed. I am barely coherent when he undresses me and slips into bed next to me. His hands glide along my body and his lips spread a trail of fire down my neck and across my chest. My eyes pop open when his lips latch onto my nipple and his fingers move between my legs.
When I go to touch him, he holds my hand above my head. “Stay still. I owe you an apology. Let me say sorry in my own way,” his voice grates in my ear.
I can’t speak. Emotion is bubbled in my throat so I simply nod and enjoy his lavish affection.
His magical fingers work my pussy, teasing and stretching me. Hot and sticky, his breath blows over my clit. My own fingers run up and down my torso and pinch my nipples.
He grabs my hands. “Stop, baby, be still. Told you I’m pleasing you.” He means what he says. He doesn’t start touching me again until I lay my hands at my sides.
Holden’s hands and mouth are everywhere or at least that is how it feels as the erotic sensations wrack my body as he continues his torturous exploration of my body.
My thighs press tighter against his head as I fight the urge to scrape my nails across his shoulders. His heavy breath and wiry whiskers rub against my heated flesh. He’s trying to kill me by way of sexual bliss. His eyes glance up focusing on mine and he holds my gaze. “I love you and only you, baby. Don’t ever doubt me. I saw the worry on your face when he said that shit, but you belong to me. My heart is yours no one else’s.”
I turn to molten liquid at his words and his fevered touch. Holden crawls up my body and seals his declaration with a kiss. My taste on his tongue drives me wild.
With sweet deep strokes, his tongue plunges deeper in my mouth. God, I want him inside me so bad right now, but he holds off giving me that. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance and I thrust up, arching my hips up off the bed, begging him to inch in, but he refrains.
“Make love to me, baby,” I am practically begging.
My plea goes ignored as his lips suck on my collarbone. Those skillful fingers work their way between my legs and he rubs my clit. I am so wet I know I am ruining the sheets. I don’t think I have ever been more turned on. I can’t refrain from touching him. My nails scratch down his back, digging into the muscles of his ass, pulling his body into mine.
“Please, Holden.”
“Not yet. My baby has a greedy pussy.” He laughs into my neck and slips two fingers inside. His other hand spans the left side of my ribcage. “I’m going to own every fucking inch of you,” he promises.
My clit is being rolled between his torturous fingers as he feathers kisses across my chest, taking his time to taste every centimeter of my sweaty skin. My body trembles beneath him as he continues his ascent. I thrash my legs but he continues on his path until that hot mouth reaches my clit. His mouth suctions over my pulsing bundle of nerves and he sucks and nips the delicate skin, grazing me with his teeth.
“Fuck, Holden, I can’t take it. I need you in me, now,” I demand.
“You want this?” He teases, rocking back on his calves and holding his cock like a weapon that is set on destroying me.
“I need it,” I swear.
He grins lazily at me, my juices coating his lips and glistening on his beard.
“Roll over,” he instructs and I do.
With my cheek pressed to the pillow, I stick my ass in the air and wait. The anticipation of our bodies joining is almost too much to bear.
Goosebumps pebble across my body when I feel his weight press down on me. His fingers run along my crack, to my front and up my stomach, stopping at my breast. He palms my tit and squeezes it.
“I love you,” he says, his breath hot on my neck sending a shiver coursing down the middle of my spine.
The thick head of his cock brushes along my slit, rubbing back and forth, up and down, teasing me still. Finally, with one hand on my hip to keep me still, he gives me what I want. Pushing into me, slowly, almost with surgical precision. I whimper as his thick cock slides deep within my walls, squeezing him with my muscles, loving the full sensation of being filled by him.
His lips pepper down my back, raining kisses on me. His hands roam over the curve of my butt. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He pulls out and thrusts back in deep and hard. He comes at me harder and faster, hammering me into the mattress.
His fingers circle my clit, rubbing me so tenderly as he pumps in and out at a more leisurely pace.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, so damn close to my orgasm detonating. I am so primed and more than ready to feel his release, to feel him come with me.
His teeth rake across my shoulder. Then he cries out in what sounds like a battle cry of victory and we are coming together.
He collapses next to me in a sweaty, exhausted, but sated heap. His fingers brush through my hair, removing the strands that are stuck to my forehead.
I smile sheepishly at him. “I love you, Holden.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he says smiling back at me as my eyelids flutter.
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It’s late in the day when I awaken. Holden’s side of the bed is empty all but a note on his pillow.
Baby,
Gone to the bar. Sleep in and get some rest. I feel like the luckiest man alive to call you mine. I promise you I will make you so damn happy. You will never go a day without knowing how much I love you and what you mean to me. You’re the sun in my sky, my own personal ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. But with you by my side, I know there are only great days ahead. I know things have moved fast and they haven’t been easy, but never doubt that I love you and that you are the only woman I will ever have eyes for.
All my love,
Holden
Clutching his letter to my bare chest I smile wide. He does love me, I know it.
I grab one of his t-shirts from the nearby chair and slip it over my head and pad down the hall to the bathroom. I brush my teeth diligently and take a quick shower after relieving my full bladder. Taking my time, I get myself fixed up to go see Holden at the bar. I miss him desperately already. Just as I am getting ready to leave Ezra shows up to get his things.
I go into the kitchen and send Holden a text. I am sure he would have told me if he knew Ezra would be here. There is a butterfly bandage on his nose and his eyes are black and blue with hints of purple shading. I wince taking in his beaten appearance. I would hate to see what Holden would have done to him had I told him he smacked me.
Surprisingly, Ezra doesn’t have any rude remarks. He simply says, “I won’t be long. I just came for what’s mine.”
I merely nod, unsure of whether I should stay or go. Finally, I decide on staying, if only to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. I settle on the couch and pull up my email. I have a letter from my dad.
Caterpillar,
I have great news. I met with the parole board and they have granted me an early release. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be given this second chance. I hope that this message finds you well and that when I get settled in at Beth’s in two weeks you will visit with me. I am going to live with her and she has agreed to give me a job doing maintenance around her shop and at an apartment building she owns. I plan to marry her and hope that you will attend the ceremony. I love her. She’s a wonderful woman who sees the good in me just as you always have. I am enclosing her address and telephone number so you know how to reach me.
I love you and hope to see you soon,
Dad.
I close out his message with a smile on my face and move to the next message in my inbox.
I have a new message from the publisher, they have come back with a counter offer and I jump up out of my seat without sparing a second glance at Ezra. I have to show this to Holden. I have to share my good news with him.
As I am driving to the bar I get a call from Wren and Bailey.