Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
RHYS
It’s past three in the morning before I make it back to my mom’s house. We spent the entire night making a plan, sending Malice and Wrath out to scout. Now that we’ve got a strategy, it shouldn’t be too much longer before we’re able to hunt his ass down and bring him in.
I use my key, knowing my mom would have seen me coming on her security cameras and won’t shoot me in the head.
I take off my boots at the door as quietly as I can, navigating to the guest bedroom on autopilot.
I slip into the room, finding a small nightlight in the corner, illuminating the space in a slight warm glow.
Bristol immediately sits up, her hand flying to her heart as I strip off my jeans, vest, and shirt.
“Shh, my love, it’s me, it’s okay.” I hang my cut on the back of the door and move toward the bed.
She reaches for me, and I don’t hesitate to climb into bed with her, pulling down my boxer briefs as I go.
She holds back the blankets as I nearly collapse into the bed next to her, wrapping her in my arms and dragging her body flush against mine.
She’s so warm, and my heart immediately settles.
My lips find her temple, breathing in her sweet floral scent as I kiss her.
“Are you alright?” she asks, her fingers gliding over my cheeks, rubbing into my scruffy beard. My eyes close involuntarily, her touch soothing every cell in my body.
“I am now, baby. Are you?”
“Same. I missed you.”
“I miss you every moment I don’t have my eyes on you. How was it with my mom and Kate?”
“They’re incredible women, Rhys. I adore them already.
Your mom helped me work through a lot of things and see some clarity.
I’m still not okay with handling things with violence, but I understand that some things aren’t black and white.
I know you, and I trust that you would never hurt someone who was truly innocent.
It’s going to take me a while. I am definitely Saige’s opposite,” she laughs.
“I happen to love that you’re Saige’s opposite.
Saige is perfect for Chaos for a reason.
He needed someone to put him in his place in a violent way, to challenge him on every front, who could hold her own against the evil we face from time to time.
None of that appeals to me. You are perfect for me.
Your tender, compassionate heart, your appetite for helping and healing others and animals, how your heart and soul are untainted by the darkness I’ve seen.
” I kiss her lips gently before continuing.
“The way you let me love on you in the way that comes naturally to me, the way you let that soft side of me come out and flourish. You are exactly what I need, my love. I love you exactly as you are.”
How I ever thought I would lose that humane, soft part of me is beyond me. She sees me clearly, and she’d never let me disappear.
“Can I make love to my woman now?”
“Please, I’m aching for you, Rhys.”
“Anything for you.”
Sitting up, I reach for Bristol’s shirt, noticing it’s one of mine that I keep at my mom’s house.
Plain white, bunched up right above where the seam of her underwear hides the heaven that’s between her legs.
Her nipples harden under my stare, peeking through the thin fabric and begging for my attention.
Leaning in, I kiss over her breasts, licking at her nipples through the T-shirt, sucking a tight nipple into my mouth.
“Rhys . . .” she moans, arching her back.
My fingers find the hem, pulling it up her body and bunching it up above her chest. My hands lift each breast, feeding a nipple back into my mouth.
Her skin tastes like heaven, my tongue swirling around the tight little bud, sucking and lapping, before moving to the other one.
Bristol’s fingers comb through my hair, and I fucking love it when she holds me close to her, like she wants to make sure I don’t stop. I lift my head, squeezing her breasts together. They’re so fucking big, so fucking soft and mouthwatering. My cock throbs painfully, lying heavy between us.
“Will you let me fuck these someday, baby? Let me lube you up and slide between your tits until I come all over your chest?”
“God, yes, Rhys.”
“Mmm, such a good girl,” I praise as I dip my head down, licking a line between them before starting my descent.
I kiss over her ribs, my fingers pressing into every inch of her.
I focus on her stomach, loving on every soft inch of her body, making sure she knows how much I love it, how sexy she is, and how hard she makes me. Fuck. I want to consume all of her.
I drag my tongue from hip to hip and back again before dipping lower, her scent making me fucking feral. I’m teetering on the edge of losing control, wanting to infuse the marrow of my bones with everything that is her.
Her legs spread open willingly for me, and I settle my shoulders between them, pushing one of her legs up and out.
The low light in the room doesn’t give me much sight, but it’s enough.
Puffy pink lips, slightly spread open, letting me see that shiny, glistening pussy.
I run my nose up her slit, inhaling her scent into my lungs.
A deep, primal groan works its way up my chest, Bristol’s legs already shaking.
“God damn, do you have any idea how good you smell? What it does to me? Wish you could see how wet you are already. I love how your body responds to me, sweetheart.”
I lick up her center with the flat of my tongue, coating myself in her cum, moaning the entire way, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“So.” Lick.
“Fucking.” Lick.
“Good.” Lick.
I squeeze my thumbs between us, my big-ass body getting in the way of spreading her open wide enough for me. Touching each side of her lips, I gently spread her open, pressing my face in as much as I can, my lips suctioning to her clit and sucking.
“Oh, god! Yes!”
“Shh, baby, gotta be quiet.”
Bristol slaps a hand over her mouth, the other reaching above her, pressing against the headboard for leverage to push herself closer to my mouth. Fuck. It’s still not enough.
I quickly leave my spot between her legs, grabbing her by the hips and flipping us. I land on my back, hauling her up my chest. She reaches for the headboard to brace herself, eyes wild and confused, until it hits her what I want her to do.
“Rhys . . . I’m . . . I’ll crush you. You won’t be able to breathe.”
“Good. Fucking suffocate me, Bristol. Sit that pretty pussy on my mouth and ride my face.”
She relents, her eyes falling closed, as she lets me help her get positioned, legs spread on either side of my head, that fucking nectar so close to where I want it most.
She hovers above me as my tongue darts out, giving her a little lick, teasing her clit. When she doesn’t relax, I grip her hips. “Baby, I said sit. Now sit on my face and take your pleasure. Drown me.”
“Oh, god.”
“No god, remember, just your Heathen.”
I pull her down completely, her pussy connecting with my mouth, her weight pressing her down exactly how I wanted.
It’s fucking everything. I lap through her slit, pressing my tongue into her wet center, fucking her with it.
She tastes so fucking good, and I’m desperate to make her come, feel that rush of warm liquid leak out of her hole. God, what a fucking privilege.
With my urging, Bristol starts to move, her hips slowly rocking back and forth, chasing her pleasure.
Her hands leave the headboard, finding her breasts and lifting them up in her hands, squeezing, and then focusing on her nipples.
It’s so fucking hot, looking up her gorgeous body, watching her head thrown back in ecstasy as she grinds down on my face.
I slip my tongue back up, finding that swollen, needy clit, and sucking it between my lips, pulsing and sucking until her body goes rigid, her legs starting to shake. She’s hanging on the edge, and I love that I’m about to see her explode.
My cock jerks, pleasure mounting at the base of my spine. My hips thrust shallowly, wanting friction but not finding it. My balls are heavy, my cock leaking all over my abdomen. Fucking hell, this is so fucking hot.
I moan into her, sending the vibrations through her pussy, devouring her, loving every bit of this and not wanting it to end.
“Rhys, it feels so good, fuck. Yes! Yes! Aaah!” Then she comes, and it’s a fucking sight to behold.
Her legs shake around my head, her stomach tightening, the tight little clit in my mouth swelling.
Her eyes fall closed as she shakes, her body slumping forward and grabbing the headboard for support.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m a fucking goner.
She rides me through it, taking every bit of her pleasure.
My cock throbs, jerking, and then I feel it.
My orgasm hits from out of nowhere, jets of cum spilling from my tip and splashing on my stomach.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, moaning into her center as I ride the wave.
I’ve never fucking come without stimulation. Minus a few wet dreams as a teenager.
Holy fucking shit.
When Bristol is spent, she looks down at me, her eyes heavy, and that post-orgasm haze looking so damn dreamy on her. She lifts herself off my face, pulling her leg off me and flopping down next to me. It takes her about two seconds before she sees my softening cock and the mess on my stomach.
“Oh fuck, Rhys, you . . .”
“If you have any doubts about how fucking sexy that just was, the proof of it is right there, baby. You’re so fucking hot. You’ll be fucking my face as often as possible from now on.”
Her eyes go molten as she stares at the mess of pearly white cum. Her chest starts to rise and fall harder; her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth.
“Fuck.”