CHAPTER 40 #2
A promise.
A calming assurance to him and to me that we were both safe. Alive. Together again.
Flesh and blood and need and relief.
His tongue swept my mouth as I clumsily toed off my sneakers. A growl reverberated from his throat when my hand brushed his cock through the thick denim of his jeans.
Our kiss momentarily broke when he tugged up my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. The back of my knees hit the bottom of the bed, but when I tugged off my bra, I accidentally elbowed his bandaged ribs in my haste, making him hiss.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, biting my lip in worry. He dragged the straps of my bra the rest of the way down my arms. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Get on the bed,” he rasped, stepping back as his hands dropped to the silver button of his jeans.
His gaze caressed my breasts, bared to him.
The thickened root of his cock was visible when he let his jeans gape open.
My fingers curled for it, making half-crescent moons from my nails in the flesh of my palm.
I wiggled from my jeans, the material filthy from my mad dash through the woods, and they fell into a pool at my feet.
And because I knew he’d like it, his beast within still close to the surface after the events of the night, I crawled onto the bed on all fours, arching my back in the center, pushing my hips back.
A gruff exhale sounded as he strode toward me immediately. My heart was beating in my throat, my gaze pinned to the headboard. I’d never noticed before, but the wood carving over the middle was that of a rising moon over a very familiar mountain.
A hot tongue met my center, and I gasped, the sensation shocking, my core clenching in reaction.
He licked up the thin cotton of my panties before his fingers found the sides, dragging them over my ass.
But when they got caught around my thighs, I heard an impatient growl, the brief sound of material ripping, and he flung them away.
“Jonathan,” I gasped, my hands gripping the sheet when he tugged my hips back, lining me up for—
“Can’t wait, Blanche,” he murmured, his voice tight and low with his desire. One hand dug into my hip, the other pushed down on my upper back, making me arch even more. “There. Stay right there. Gods, yes.”
I bit my lip when I felt the head of his cock, slick with his pre-come, push into me. I clenched around him, moaning into the sheets when he thrust all the way inside in one long, smooth movement that made stars burst into my vision.
Jonathan’s exhale felt like one of relief, holding there like he was trying to memorize the sensation.
He lowered over me, bringing his hands down on both sides of my waist. I felt the brush of his bandaged ribs against my back as his head dropped to kiss the side of my neck. I tilted it, wiggling my hips against him, making him groan.
“I missed you, Red,” he whispered against my neck, his scent enveloping me. The nickname and the sentiment had my throat tightening at the sweetness. The vulnerability I heard in the soft words.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but I needed to see his eyes. I kissed him, a smattering of gentle pecks against his face, his stubbled cheeks, the line of his sharp jaw, his soft lips.
“I missed you too,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped.
“I know,” I returned, my throat tightening. “Later, okay?”
Jonathan nodded, his lips brushing my temple.
He let out a huffed breath when I unconsciously clenched around his cock.
He dragged out his hardened length, rising on straightened arms above me.
His next thrust was powerful, making my teeth clatter and pleasure spark deep in my core.
My thighs shook with the force of his next thrusts, and his name became a chanting plea from my lips, echoing through the darkness of his bedroom.
Over and over, he drove into me rhythmically. The sound of our flesh meeting, faster and faster joined my cries and his moans. Gods, I loved the sounds he made. Every roughened curse, every whispered praise, every groan that tumbled from his throat felt like a prize.
“I want to see you,” I finally pleaded. The sound that tore from him then was agreement, and he retreated from my body, dropping onto his back on the bed.
His muscles were bunched and strained, a wildness in his gaze that I recognized.
When he pulled me to him, I swung my leg over his hips, planting my knees on both sides of him.
He was large…and so like this, I was spread wide on top of him.
Aching. Desperate. I trembled, a breathless moan sounding when he gently ran the backs of his knuckles across my clit, back and forth, making me rock as I tried to chase them.
His eyes were practically silver as they glowed.
But when he was done teasing, he gripped the root of his shaft, aiming it up toward my pussy. “Sink down on me,” he told me, his voice nearly unrecognizable. I’d never realized how close he was to shifting during sex, but it made sense. The primality of it, led by instinct and pleasure and need.
Inch by inch, I lowered onto his cock. My eyes rolled back when I felt his fingers come up to my breasts, thrumming my sensitive nipples as I rocked over him, wiggling to get more of him inside.
And when I was finally seated on as much as I could manage, my hands came to the part of his chest that wasn’t scratched up or bandaged, using him to stabilize me as I ground down.
“Beautiful…like moonlight,” he rasped, voice roughened with awe. My eyes opened, half-lidded as I gazed down at him. Across his body, across mine, we were bathed in the shaft of moonlight that streamed in from the window.
I couldn’t help but marvel at him. He was beautiful too. Jonathan Wolfe in the woods, who’d grown up and lived mere miles from me nearly all my life. Whose life had intertwined and connected with my own in ways I’d never imagined.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his, feeling an overwhelming sensation of rightness, of belonging. Because of him. His kiss was slow and gentle, even though the thrusts between my thighs weren’t.
And when we came together, when the pleasure crashed through my body like ocean waves along the Everwick cliffs, violent and rhythmic, when his short bellow was drowned out by the roaring of my heartbeat in my ears, and we collapsed together on the sheets, sticky with sweat…
for the first time in a long time, I knew exactly where I belonged.
And it wasn’t in Graymore.
It was home.