Chapter 18

It takes a lot for a man to admit when his woman is wrong.

-Sean’s secret thoughts

Sean

“Do you think it was due to his stopping that protest yesterday?” Naomi whispered, pain filling her expression.

I’d just told her about the possibility of it being a murder. Not how I knew, but that my dad suspected it.

I felt terrible for not telling her the rest of what happened after she left. She thought that the window had broken. I didn’t tell her that it broke when a bullet, intended for me, came through it.

I didn’t want her to worry, not tonight. Not after we found Brady dead. Tomorrow, I’d tell her the truth, but tonight I’d just let her grieve.

This crime, it was angry, yes. But it wasn’t something that a group of pissed off college students would perpetrate. What it looked like to me was cold, relentless anger about something, and the perpetrator took it out on the old man because he’d somehow gotten himself on the wrong side of whomever committed this heinous act.

“No, baby,” I voiced softly. “I don’t think they did it. They’ve all been accounted for.”

I then explained that the protesters hadn’t left their post the entire time since we’d left them there the day before other than to run across the street to grab coffee and use the McDonald’s facilities before returning.

Her breath hitched.

“This is the shittiest day ever,” she replied.

It was and it wasn’t.

The sincerity of her words as she told me I love you still shone brightly in the forefront of my mind, despite the terrible stuff that had happened that day.

Her breath hitched again, and I rolled so I could wrap my arms around, pulling her into my chest and dropping my lips down to her head.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I murmured against her hair.

The loose strands got tangled in my beard, but I didn’t immediately remove them.

I liked the way having her in my arms felt. Loved the way her delicious little body fit perfectly into the curve of mine.

“Make love to me,” her voice quivered. “Make me forget this awful day.”

“Naomi,” I whispered. “We can’t do that. Not here. Everyone and their brother is in the clubhouse tonight…Not only will they hear, but it won’t make this better.”

I placed a kiss on her eyelid and tasted the salty tears that had just started to leak out.

“Please,” she whispered.

My heart kicked at the pain in that one word.

“Naomi,” I repeated.

Then she kissed me.

My girl went wild in my arms, kissing, licking, caressing.

And I became putty in her hands.

One single kiss was all it took to erase my day. To erase everything horrible that had happened, and turn my focus solely onto the woman in my arms.

“Condom,” I said before it got too heated.

She smiled against my lips, knowing that she had me, and rolled.

We were in bed, both of us in nothing but our underwear.

We’d gotten into the bed right after we got out of the shower, and her hair was still wet, the long blonde strands darkened by the dampness.

It fell against my chest, one in particular lashing across my tightened nipple, sending cold tendrils of sensation through my overheated blood.

Her eyes were on me, those beautiful eyes that I thought about non-stop, as she dropped her mouth down to mine, placing one soft kiss on the edge of my lips.

She repeated the process on my nose, eyebrow, jaw, and eyelid before returning to my mouth.

This time I was ready for her, snaking my hands up her back, stopping long enough to unclasp her bra before continuing up her shoulders to curl them around and anchor her to me.

When she tried to give me another soft kiss, I deepened it, licking on the seam of her lips until she opened wide enough that I could push my tongue inside.

“I want to taste you,” she breathed, pulling back as far as I would let her.

“You are tasting me,” I told her, proving my point by drawing her tongue into my mouth and sucking lightly on it. “Right now.”

She pulled back and my eyes fell, taking in the way the tips of her nipples had tightened into stiff peaks.

She saw where my eyes were pointed and moved to brush her chest against mine.

I moaned.

She smiled that teasing smile that I loved, and leaned forward, letting those beautiful breasts hang over my face.

When I went to pull one turgid nipple into my mouth, she put her hand onto my forehead and said, “Stay.”

I groaned, let go of her shoulders, and allowed my hands to move to her hips. Once there, I pushed her ass down as my hips came up to meet her, allowing her to feel the hot length of my cock pressed against her core.

She moaned, her eyelids drooping, and as she stared down at me with sex in her eyes.

She lifted up again, separating us, and dragged the tip of her nipple along the seam of my mouth.

I opened my mouth, and her nipple grazed the tip of my tongue before she moved again.

She teased me that way for an entire minute, dragging her nipples to my mouth, giving me a single taste before she’d pull away.

By the time she said, “suck” I was already half gone.

I would’ve rolled, would’ve taken control, but I sensed she needed this from me right now, the control that I was allowing her to have.

“Push your underwear down,” she ordered, eyes glazed over with passion. “I want to feel your cock against me.”

It took me less than a second to push my underwear down far enough that my cock was free.

The elastic band was bunched up against my balls, pushing everything up and forcing my cock to sit up straight.

She moaned when the tip of my dick met her ass, and her eyes closed as she lifted up, searched for it with her hand, and laid it down flat so that she could sit on it and work it against her.

“Your panties being off would be better in this situation,” I gritted out.

The feel of her hand on my cock was enough to bring me to my knees. Lucky for me I was already on my back.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “But I’ve always had this fantasy…”

My hand went to her hips.

“Yeah?” I urged her to explain. “What fantasy is that?”

She dropped down, allowing the tips of both nipples to play along the dusting of hair on my chest. “To have rough, wild sex. With my panties on, pushed to the side, while I fuck you so hard it hurts inside.”

My eyes closed as I played out her fantasy in my head.

The scrape of her panties, sliding along my dick as she took me.

“Yeah,” I croaked. “How about you slide those panties over and put me inside?”

She smiled. “I will…but first…”

She moved, dropping down between my thighs.

She shimmied my underwear down my legs, pushing them all the way off until they hung on one toe before returning back up.

I widened my legs for her, allowing her the space she needed.

The moment her mouth hit my cock, my entire body twitched.

The underwear dropped.

And I had to physically force myself not to come undone before she’d even gotten me inside of her mouth.

She’d never done this before. Never taken me into her mouth.

It was probably due to my size. I wasn’t a small man, and my cock was proportional to my body.

It intimidated most women, and Naomi was a tiny thing.

That didn’t stop her from licking my shaft like a goddamn lollipop though.

Nor rolling my balls around in her hand as she tried to take my entire length into the hot, wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck me.”

That’s when she giggled on my cock, sending shivers of impending doom down the backs of my thighs.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop. I’ll literally die, right here and now, and you’ll be left hanging,” I informed her huskily.

Her laugh this time was full and throaty, one she had to pull off of my shaft to do.

“Swear to Christ,” I told her, catching hold of her hair as she went back down for more. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Get up here and give me what I need.”

She ignored me, instead going back down to take one more slow lick up my shaft before scrambling up my body before settling herself on top of my thighs.

“Hurry,” I grunted.

She pushed her panties to the side, giving me my first good look at her pussy since earlier in the morning, and reached backwards for my cock.

The next few seconds were a test of my self-control as she fumbled to get herself situated. She couldn’t seem to multitask. When she held her panties to the side, she would raise up, aim my cock for her entrance, and then sit down.

But the first touch of my cock at her entrance had her forgetting what she was doing. Her hand holding her panties to the side twitched, causing her to come to a halt as she tried to gather her panties to the side once again.

She did this three times before I finally took the task into my own hands.

“Hold your panties,” I ordered tersely, holding onto my control by a barest fraction of a thread.

She followed my order, pulling them to the side at the same time as I spread her pussy lips.

The new view allowed me to see my cock notched into her entrance.

I held my breath as she started to sink down, her pretty pussy engulfing my cock one slick inch at a time.

When she could go no further, she’d rise back up, then slowly sink back down, taking more with each plunge and retreat.

It was on the seventh stroke that she finally took me fully inside of her.

The moment I was all the way in, she moaned.

“What does it look like?” she breathed, her gasps filling the air around us.

“Like a fucking painting that I’d like to look at each and every day of my life,” I grated out. “If you’d let me take a picture and put it as my wallpaper, I’d love you forever.”

Her mouth twitched.

“You’d love me forever regardless of whether I did that or not,” she countered.

She was right.

I would.

“That’s right. I would,” I told her. “But that doesn’t mean a man can’t dream.”

Her thighs quivered as she lifted up and let her weight fall back down, as did my balls.

My hands came up to hold on to her sides, just underneath her armpits, my thumb spanning the expanse of ribs that curled around just underneath both breasts.

Her pussy clenched when I swept both thumbs up to lazily sweep across those sensitive buds, and I grunted as I tried to hold my release back. “Ah, fuck.”

She grinned, pulled both feet up so they were resting flat right next to my ribs, and said, “Put your hand on my ass and lift me up. I won’t be able to do it long if you don’t help me.”

I did, trying not to stare at her breasts, otherwise I’d come, and fast.

Instead, I settled my eyes on her face, keeping my gaze locked with hers.

The new position forced her to hold on to my arms instead of the seam of her panties, causing them to roughly glide and scrape against my cock with each rise and fall.

My biceps bulged as I lifted her on and off of me. My abdominals clenched as I fought the inevitable climax that bubbled just underneath the surface. Then there was Naomi herself.

Everything about her was so goddamn sexy it hurt. Her eyes. Her hair flying all around her as she moved on me. The way her eyes smoldered as she ran them over me. The flash of her teeth as they sunk into her bottom lip as she came down on my cock.

My eyes dropped when I felt her hand where we were joined, and I watched as she gathered some of the wetness that was accumulating at the base where we were connected.

The moment her fingers were fully coated in that wetness, she brought those same fingers up to circle around the delicate skin of her clit.

My hands clenched deeply into her ass, likely leaving imprints of my fingers behind. If she made me hold off any longer, those marks would turn to bruises.

The tips of both my pointer fingers fell into the crack of her ass, the tips brushing over that little puckered entrance.

When that accidental brush happened, she detonated.

One second she was lingering, trying to draw out the orgasm that we were both chasing, and the next she was coming so hard that I saw stars.

No longer able to hold on, I let go and came fast and almost violently inside of her.

And it took just seconds for me to realize that the condom I’d asked her to fetch was still on my chest between us. Yet, neither one of us had paused long enough in our activities to put it on.

I couldn’t stop myself though. Even knowing that I was possibly putting both of us at risk of becoming parents at this point was enough to cause my cock to harden impossibly further.

Her breathing was ragged, and mine didn’t sound much better.

Being in really great shape didn’t automatically mean that you wouldn’t lose your breath when your brain was solely focused on the feeling of the pussy that was sucking every drop of cum out of the tip of your dick.

I wasn’t a liar, and I wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

“You take my breath away,” I whispered fiercely to her. “You make me want to be a better man. A man who you can always count on to never let you falter.”

Her head came up, and I realized who it was I was dealing with in a matter of seconds.

My other half. The complement to my soul.

“The same goes for you,” she murmured fiercely. “It physically hurts to think about being away from you, and it scares the crap out of me that one day you might not be here for me anymore.”

I rolled us over, my elbows resting in the bed on either side of her head, as my cock slid out from her to rest wetly against the seam of her sex.

“I won’t ever be far,” I promised her. “And even if I am, all you have to do is call. I’ll come back to you the moment I hear you need me. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, and I’ve been so scared to tell you.”

Her eyes watered.

The moment she came down from her high, I waited for it to start.

And she didn’t disappoint.

The instant everything came back, she was crying again.

And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

***

“Come,” I ordered, standing up and rummaging through my drawers.

I couldn’t watch her sit on that couch and cry for another minute longer.

“Why?” she sniffled. “I don’t want to get up.”

I found some socks, slipped them onto my large feet, and then slipped said large feet into my tennis shoes that I wear to work out in.

Once I got my feet into my shoes, I nabbed another pair of socks and walked over to Naomi. I reached for her leg and pulled the socks into place.

They fit her loosely, going all the way up to just below her knee.

“Don’t ask me why,” I said. “Get up. Go pee. Get your shoes on. In that order.”

She shot me a glare.

“There’s nothing you can do at this point to make the hurt go away,” she informed me as she rose. “I’ll be better if you just leave me be.”

I grabbed her shoes and held them up for her.

She still didn’t move.

“If you make me start counting like I do with kids, you’re not going to like what I do to you.”

She snorted as she reached for her shoes, surprising me when she actually put them on and stood up with expectation lighting her eyes.

“Where to, Seanshine?”

I frowned at her. Hard.

“Why do you insist on calling me that?” I asked casually, not letting on that I absolutely hated that name.

Why my father, friends, and colleagues insisted on calling me that, was beyond me. Even when they knew how much I hated it.

“Your friend, Memphis, calls you that.”

My brows rose.

“When did you have a chance to talk to Memphis?” I asked in surprise.

Her lips tipped up at the corners. “When she called and I answered your phone while you were in the shower earlier. I now have lots and lots of ammo to use against you the next time we fight.”

My frown was likely ferocious.

“Whatever she told you, you can’t believe,” I informed her. “Trust me. She’s the devil.”

I picked up the two gloves in the corner and turned to her, holding them up in my hands.

“That’ll never fit me,” she informed me.

I shrugged.

“It’ll be all right,” I promised. “I’ll even let you use mine, which is smaller.”

And that’s how I hit my girlfriend with a baseball, giving her a black eye. Luckily, I wasn’t throwing the ball like I would have in a real game or it could have been a lot worse.

The smile she gave me, though…that was worth every second of guilt that the bruise on that beautiful face gave me.