21. Chapter 21
The beer was supposed to unwind me, but with Easton’s arrival and threats, I was even more tightly wound. Not to mention Derrick’s fucking involvement. Sure, Easton said he took out two who were trying to kill us, but I had no doubt Easton would also take me out if he felt Sid was in any sort of danger from me. So, I had that shit hanging over my head.
“Fuck,” I groaned as we stepped inside our suite.
“We’ll get through this, Dalt.”
I tossed my hands into the air. “You keep saying that!”
He sighed. “What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… Now it feels like your family is going to start closing in. Or at least Easton, because he was definitely flinging threats at me.”
Sid pulled me against him and smirked. “That’s just his love language, babe. Everything he says sounds like a threat. If he wanted you dead, you would be.”
I rolled my eyes so hard and shoved him away. “ That’s what he said, and that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Sid pawed at me again and brought me back against him, holding me tightly. “I have ways to make you feel better.”
I wanted to be annoyed, and I tried so hard to scowl at him, but instead, a grin formed. “I hate you.”
“You adore me.”
“Fine, I hate adoring you.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Boy Scout. Now get in the shower. I want to do naughty things to you.”
Maybe some fooling around would distract me. It wouldn’t last, but it certainly helped.
When I walked away, Sid smacked my ass hard enough for me to rush into the bathroom.
I ran the shower and held my hand under the spray until it got hot, then adjusted the temperature until it was perfect. I stripped out of my clothes and got under the water, dunking my head until my hair was soaked.
Soon, cold air hit me from the curtain being pulled back, and a strong arm wrapped around my front as Sid stepped in with me and pressed his hardening cock between the crevice of my ass cheeks .
“Don’t move,” he said in a low growl close to my ear.
The body wash bottle opened with a snick, and the scent of fresh woods filled the air, mingling with the steam.
Deft fingers slid between my ass and around my hole, spreading the soap as he washed me, then he rinsed it off.
Already I was relaxing as I sagged against the cold tiles, my cock throbbing to life. But Sid wanted me to bend forward, pushing my head down enough to where my face was pressed against the wall and my ass was sticking out.
I braced my hands to keep myself upright as Sid eased onto his knees and spread me open.
“Hello, my little puckered friend,” Sid said to my hole, pulling out a snort from me.
“Weirdo.”
“Be nice. He’s not weird.”
I rolled my eyes before the flat of his tongue shut me up before the tip swirled around the muscle, pulling a groan from me. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh of my ass hard enough to leave bruises as I got lost in the rimming.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“It ah… could be… better.”
I got an ass bite for that before he attacked my hole again, and as I opened up, he thrust his tongue deeper inside me. Why did rimming feel so fucking good?
Sid pulled away again, and I tried not to whimper at the loss. “How about now?”
“Hmm? Uhmm… yeah… ah, better.”
“Perfect. Leaving you speechless was my goal. ”
While it all felt amazing, and I was growing more and more relaxed, what I wanted was a good pounding.
“Fuck me, baby… fuck me hard,” I begged.
Sid stood and pulled back my head by my hair and slammed his mouth into mine, shoving in his tongue, owning me. I tasted myself, loving its salaciousness.
“Baby? I like that,” he said when we came up for air.
Sid opened the curtain and snagged the condom sitting on the counter, along with the lube he had ready. He tore the condom wrapper open, slid it over his length, and then grabbed the lube bottle.
“One day, we’re going to get tested and be done with these infernal condoms. I need to feel your heat against my skin.”
I simply nodded, still hunched over, desperately waiting for his cock to slam home.
He drizzled lube over my hole, set the bottle back onto the counter, and started working me open with his fingers.
I looked back at him, trying not to get distracted by his beauty, so focused on stretching me. “I don’t need prepping. Just… take me. Distract me, baby.”
He looked up at me, his denim eyes full of naughty glee. “As you wish.”
Sid stood behind me, spread my cheeks open as he lined the tip of his cock to my hole. “Breathe and bear down,” he ordered, giving me little time to react as he thrust hard into me. I did as I was told, which minimized the painful burn. Still, it hurt a little, which was what I wanted, but we’d had enough sex lately that I adapted quickly .
He slowly pulled out and slammed home, hitting my prostate. My eyes rolled up into my head, and my toes curled, needing more, but he eased out again with agonizing slowness before punching back into me.
“You’re… a… fucking tease… Sid,” I rasped, struggling to speak each time he thrust hard back into me.
“You need more, Boy Scout?”
I craned my head back and glared at him. He laughed and continued to torture me.
“You’re going to… make me beg… aren’t you?”
“Hmm, I think I enjoy a begging Dalton.”
I gave him the bird, which only made him laugh harder. At least he picked up speed, the push and pull burning my body, still desperate for more.
“Fuck, I love how your body just bends to my will, so needy for me,” he growled, not immune to the arousal despite his laughing a moment ago.
Sid was punching into me so hard that I had to brace myself against the shower wall to keep from hitting my head. I was going to be deliciously achy after this, and it was exactly the distraction that I needed.
He was close, judging by his speed and the heat of his swelling cock. He draped his body over mine, pumping and grinding as he reached around me and fisted my length, rapidly stroking in rhythm to his thrusts.
I was so close, too, as he kept hitting my hot button.
“I need you to come for me,” he said close to my ear. “Squeeze me. Strangle my cock. ”
Jesus… Sid had a mouth on him, I had to give him that. And I liked it. It helped push me over the edge until I fell over and into the abyss.
With the first spurt of cum, Sid bit my neck, pulling more and more out of me with his hand slicked with water, and his grinding and thrusting.
My mind blanked out, with no thoughts other than prolonging my orgasm.
It ended too soon, and I sagged against the tile when Sid dug his fingers into my hips and finished.
“Fuck…” he ground out, his pumping coming in sporadic movements before he finally stopped.
Sid lifted me by my chest, and I rested my head back against his shoulder as I continued to catch my breath, but he wouldn’t let me breathe, smothering me in a deep kiss.
“I’m never letting you go.” His voice was only a whisper, but it was possessive and commanding, brooking no argument or debate. It was his simple truth.
All I could do was nod.
Once we caught our breaths and calmed our hearts, we quickly washed our hair and bodies before drying off.
It was late, so we climbed into bed, still naked, with Sid holding me as he always did. Who would ever believe this criminal—this killer—could be tender and gentle? You’d never imagine such a man would want to hold and snuggle with his partner. This moment brought me back to Easton’s words earlier tonight.
“Easton said you loved me,” I said.
“Psht… What a blabbermouth. Who knew he would be such a gossip queen? ”
“Do you?”
Sid eased me back and rolled onto his side to look at me. “I do. It wasn’t hard. Once I decided you were mine, that was it for me. I just didn’t think you were ready to hear it yet.”
I wanted to love him, but the obvious reasons held me back. Who knew where we’d end up? Who knew what would happen to us? And I still struggled with being involved with a killer.
“Just feel it, Dalt. Stop thinking so hard.”
I sighed. “Dammit, Sid… I have more than myself to worry about.” I wasn’t angry, only frustrated at our situation and all the choices I had to make. It seemed so easy for him. We didn’t share the same consciences.
“Owen will never be safer than with us.”
I kissed his forehead and dragged my fingers through his growing hair. “Can you love a child, Sid? Can you be a father? It’s more than protecting him. You have to hold him at night when he has a nightmare. Help him when school gets hard. Talk him through how to handle kids who would pick on him. Explain that not everyone will love him when his girlfriend or boyfriend breaks up with him. And most importantly, he needs to understand right and wrong.”
“I can be all those things. Do you know why?” I shook my head, saying nothing. “Because I want to. I’ve always known you and Owen are a package deal. It doesn’t scare me or make me nervous. I will protect Owen as I’ve protected you. If I have to go to the school and lay the law down so no bully messes with him, I will. And while I may be a killer, I do have codes I live by, Dalt. I’m not some monster or an animal who kills without a thought. But I get it. You don’t want Owen to find out. I can promise you he never will.”
“Sid…”
“I can pretend to be that kindergarten teacher for you and him,” he winked.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but laugh. His words tried to punch through my doubts, and they were succeeding. No doubt I was falling for him. Still, I wanted to fight, as if I owed it to my dwindling morals or something. If I didn’t at least cling to them for as long as possible, I would regret it. But was that really the truth? Being around him twenty-four-seven for nearly three weeks… it had been a damn roller coaster. Who knew what things would be like or how we would feel once our lives settled down? If anything, I needed to cling to pragmatism. But god, did I want to just let myself fall, too.
“You’re always thinking so hard,” he said, chuckling.
I smiled and pressed my palm against his cheek. “That’s all I have right now.”
He pulled me tight against him. “You’ll love me back. Just you wait. I’m way too irresistible.”
I had no doubt, but that wasn’t the question. The question was, could I live with myself when I did?