Chapter 20
Her Hero
ELIAS
Fuck, she’s running.
I had a feeling this might happen if she ever caught me following her, but what I didn’t expect was for her to call me for comfort. No, not just for comfort… to save her.
So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Her threatening her stalker’s life wasn’t on my Bingo card, and it took everything inside me not to burst out laughing, but now I have to find a way to chase her down without being seen. All while being on the phone with her. How the hell do I keep finding myself in these ridiculous messes?
Whatever. I need to be the arms she launches into, I need to be the man she looks to for protection, I need her to know I’ll be there.
“Is he still behind you? I’m close.”
“I don’t know,” she rushes out, breathless and terrified. “Eli, hurry.”
Damn. How fucked up am I that I love this? I love that it’s me she’s seeking comfort from and not her friends or older brothers. “I think I see you. Riley, run.”
I don’t actually see her right now. I’ve already taken a roundabout way so I can come up in front of her and be the hero instead of the creepy fucker stalking her through the park.
It’s the same rush I got hunting her on Halloween, and when I see her coming around the corner, it takes everything not to grab her and fuck her right here and now.
“Hey!” I yell, making her head snap in my direction, and when I hang up and start running to meet her halfway, I see relief in those addicting blue eyes.
I can’t get distracted though, I have a role to play. “Back off, mother fucker! She’s mine.”
She melts into my arms, hugging me tightly as she trembles. “Is he gone?”
No, you ran right to him.
“Yeah, baby. He took off. Want me to go chase him down?”
I will if I have to keep this going, but in all reality I don’t want to move from this spot. What is this woman doing to me?
“No, but maybe I should file a police report. He didn’t catch me, but what if he takes someone else?”
“Did you see his face at all?” I ask, knowing the answer has to be no, because if she had she wouldn’t be looking at me like this.
But I have to convince her not to call the cops.
“Well no,” she says slowly. “I didn’t see him at all actually. I heard him, though. He was there.”
“I believe you,” I say as comforting as I can, cradling her face with both of my hands. “But the cops might not take it seriously. I mean, who do they even look for?”
She nods slowly, glancing back over her shoulder. “You’re right. I’ll post it at least and make sure everyone knows there’s a creep running around, but the cops won’t be able to do anything. Do you think there are security cameras anywhere?”
“Maybe. Posting it online is good enough, but let me see your phone.”
I hold out my hand for it and do a quick scan of her text messages before I hand it back. “There I shared your location with me so I’ll always be able to find you, but really you shouldn’t go out without me for a while.”
Her shoulders relax as she takes her phone back. “Thank you, Eli. Seriously.” Rocking up on her toes, she grips my chin and pulls me down into a kiss that makes me feel so good I lift her up off the ground to deepen it.
I’m well aware of the guilt creeping up my spine, but I ignore its presence completely and squeeze her ass. I have her.
And as of right now, she’s kissing me like I’m her hero.
“Let’s give him something to watch,” she whispers, biting my bottom lip as her cheeks flush red. “Fuck me, Eli. Right here.”
Goddamn I think I’m falling for her.
What?
Nope, not going there.
Instead I kiss her back just as desperately, slowly walking over to a park bench to sit with her on my lap. “You want it right here, cupcake? Want me to rip a hole in these leggings so you can ride me?”
Her cheeks flush darker as she nods. “Yes,” she whispers, lifting up to give me access. “Do it.”
It takes a moment to get a good enough grip near the inseam of her crotch area, but when I do all it takes is one abrupt tug in opposite directions to get the fabric to split. Her sharp intake of breath makes me impossibly harder. “Already wet for me?”
I know the answer, but as her slender fingers fish out my dick I realize I need to hear it.
“Yes, Eli. I’m wet for you.” She slides down on me in one movement, making us both gasp as my fingers dig into her ass. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, kissing her jaw with that first roll of her hips. “This could get me kicked off the team.”
Those kisses turn into pinching little bites that make her pussy clench as she moves faster.
“Then I guess we’d better hurry.”
“Don’t want to hurry. Want to stay just like this for as long as possible.”
Like this, where the decay of lies and deceit I’ve caused doesn’t exist and we’re just two beings becoming one.
Like this, where her whimpered little moans fill my ears and her fingernails dig into my neck.
Like this, where I’m buried balls deep in the woman who is quickly turning me into a psycho.
“Elias, there’s someone coming”, she rushes out, no longer bouncing but rolling her hips with me buried deep.
I can’t fight the growl that vibrates in my chest. I don’t want her to stop, but the way she’s grinding on me somehow seems to be applying the perfect amount of pressure on her clit.
I can see it in the way those blue eyes roll, and her jaw goes slack like she suddenly doesn’t care if someone sees her speared on my cock.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers to herself. “Don’t… oh god.”
She crumbles above me, hugging me as her hips jerk and her pussy spasms.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she likes the fear of getting caught.
Me fucking too.
Stopping is the furthest thing from my mind regardless of the fact that someone might be watching right now, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up to meet every bounce. “Good girl. Bounce on that cock and show me how much you love getting fucked in public.”
Her eyes widen like she’s shocked, but the cute little growl she lets out as she rides me makes me chuckle. Yeah, she fucking likes it.
“Say my name,” I command. “Say you’re mine.”
She meets my gaze as she stops moving completely, cupping my face with both hands. “I’m yours, Elias Reyes. I’m yours.”
My cock throbs inside her as she moves again, faster and rougher this time.
It feels like she’s deliberately trying to make me come, and when I realize she didn’t once bring up a condom this time, I lose all restraint.
My fingers curl into her perfect hips, our lips and tongue ghosting along each other teasingly and when I feel myself tumbling over the edge I whisper her name and capture her in a deep kiss.
She swallows down my moans, rolling her hips to work me through it, and for a split second I completely forget everything that isn’t this feeling. “I’m yours too, cupcake.”
“Don’t move.” Her eyes travel to the side just behind me as she tugs her coat down far enough to cover her ass, and I fight a laugh when an older couple goes walking by like they didn’t notice anything at all.
Like they can’t tell that my cum is making her belly bloat.
I almost want to tell them, to shout it so everyone in the vicinity knows I just bred Northgate’s most beautiful future journalist.
With a grin, I make my cock jump inside of her, swallowing the gasp she lets out.
Fuck, I’m nowhere near done with her, but I need her naked.
“Yeah, you’re coming home with me,” I say without any room for question. “And I want you to try and keep my cum in there as best you can. I’ll carry you.”
It takes some maneuvering to get my cock away and her cradled in my arms, and the sheer look of determination on her face as she keeps her pussy clenched nearly unravels me.
Maybe I didn’t have to force her into this the way I did.
Maybe I could have been a normal fucking human, and asked her on a real date that day we met. I was convinced she’d tell me to fuck myself out of embarrassment, and I’d never have an opportunity to get her to like me, but these days I’m starting to doubt my tactics.
Maybe if I had been normal, she’d have been able to love me back.