30. Bones
CHAPTER 30
BONES
W e fall into a routine, something I’m not used to. I’m not accustomed to someone waiting on me, eating every meal with me, or going to sleep with me, but I like it. I can’t seem to pull back and draw boundaries.
I spend every night in his arms and bed, and I let him take me to and from college, parties, and Silent Rose. I let him do everything he wants because seeing him happy does something to me. I did that. I made someone that happy by just being with them, and it warms my heart.
Others have started to notice. Someone in my class even told me today that I’m smiling more. I didn’t realize I was, but I guess it’s true. I think about him and smile like a crazy person.
I told him he didn’t need to pick me up today, since I had to stay late and study, but as soon as I’m home and changed, I head over to his apartment, opening his door with the spare key he gave me. Some of my presents remain unopened on his table. I’ve been opening one a day, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He drinks down my every reaction, and when I came out this morning wearing the shirt he bought me, I swear he screamed.
“Skylar?” I call when he doesn’t rush to greet me. I don’t hear him, and it’s quiet. Maybe he isn’t back yet.
I see his keys in the bowl, though, and panic fills me. It’s too quiet. Where is he?
My heart races as age-old terror lifts its head, the past and present colliding as I hurry through his apartment, calling his name.
I hurry through his bedroom, and a noise makes me rush to the closed bathroom door. Yanking it open, I freeze, my heart slamming as terror turns to annoyance.
He’s in the shower with his head tipped back, the water running over his incredible muscles. He hasn’t heard me yet, so I just stare and drink him in. I have the insane urge to join him. I shouldn’t, but . . .
Yanking my shirt over my head, I kick my jeans off and head his way, opening the door and stepping in behind him. His head turns, and he opens his eyes.
“Hey, baby,” he says so softly I shiver and press against his back as he kisses me.
“Hey, yourself,” I murmur, sliding my hands around him to link them together when I feel something on his side. Frowning, I turn him to see a bandage on his hip. “What happened?” I ask.
“Ah, nothing.” He cups my cheek and kisses me again. “I missed you.”
“It’s been like six hours.”
He grins. “I still missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I admit reluctantly. “Now what happened? This isn’t nothing.”
He tries to kiss me to distract me, so I lean back, making my glare brutal. “Skylar Warren, if you ever want me anywhere near your penis again, you will tell me.”
“Baby,” he whines then sighs. “There was an accident at work. That’s all.”
I know he’s holding something back, but at least he told me. Running my eyes over him, I frown. “You’re okay?”
“Fine, just a scratch. This is just to be safe. You could always kiss it better though,” he teases.
I drop to my knees, seeing his eyes widen as I turn my head and press a kiss over the bandage. I feel his cock hardening, but I ignore it for a moment as I press another kiss to his wound and peer up at him as I caress his hip with my fingers and circle his dick.
His breath comes out in a whoosh as he stares down at me, hunger in his gaze.
“Tell me what happened,” I murmur.
“Accident,” he blurts out.
I blow on the tip of his cock until he shudders and reaches for me, but I sit back.
“What happened?
“Shit. They teach you this at law school?” he rasps, his head falling back. “Don’t be mean.”
“I’ve only just started.” I smirk as I dart my tongue out to taste the desire on his tip. “Tell me what happened and I’ll suck your cock.”
“Mean.”
He doesn’t tell me. Instead, he watches me torture him, lapping at him with my tongue. My hand softly circles his shaft, and his hips roll forward, but I don’t give him enough to get off, and he eventually grows annoyed. Reaching down, he yanks me to my feet as my eyes widen.
He shoves me into the wall and falls to his knees, then wraps his lips around my cock. I know he’s trying to distract me, and it works. For a time, I let him because Jesus Christ, his mouth . . .
I lose myself in it as he turns the tables on me, and within minutes, I’m screaming his name and coming down his throat. When he stands, he looks at me victoriously before he casually washes my body and wraps me in his towels like I’m a baby.
I fucking love it.
Lying in his bed sometime later with my head on his chest, I run my hands around the wound. “You really won’t tell me?” I ask sadly. Does he not trust me? I must say it out loud because he sighs and pulls me up so we lie face-to-face on our sides, holding my hand.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry,” he replies. “Not because I don’t trust you, okay?”
“But you worry about me. I want to worry about you, okay? Please tell me. I hate secrets and not knowing.” I know he understands it comes from my past being filled with uncertainties and not knowing what happened.
Kissing my hand, he leans against his pillows, his hair sticking up all over. “There have been some accidents at the garage. We thought they were coincidences at first, but I think someone is targeting us. This happened because I saw a hoist give way, and I yanked a tech out before it could crush him. I got a little hurt from it.”
“Skylar, you could have died!” I sit up, but he pulls me back down.
“But I didn’t. I’m okay,” he promises. “Just let me hold you. It’s been a hard few days.”
“You should have told me,” I snap in annoyance. “Do you know who it is? Who’s doing it?”
“No, but we’ll find out. There aren’t many people it can be. Noah will handle it. I know that. I’m just . . .”
“What?” I demand.
“I’m worried. At this rate, someone will be dead before the next race.”
My heart stops, but he kisses me.
“It won’t be me, so don’t look so worried. I’ll be extra careful, okay? I’m going to speak to Noah about it in the morning. We’ll figure out who it is and stop them. They want to scare us, and they want us to pull out of the championship, but it won’t work. They won’t scare us off that easily.”
He might not be scared, but I am.
What if something happens to him?
What if it ruins his dreams and career or worse?
What happens if it gets him killed?
I stare into his eyes as he wraps himself around me, and I know I can’t live without Skylar Warren. He’s become important to me in such a short period of time that the idea of anything happening to him terrifies me.