Chapter 15 #3
I reach up and cup her cheek, needing the contact.
The move surprises both of us, but what’s more surprising is that neither of us pull away from the touch.
The flash of vulnerability that flares to life in her eyes, then disappears, is real, raw, and an honor to be on the receiving end of.
Blair’s starting to trust me. She’s shown me a part of herself that I’m sure she doesn’t show others often. If ever.
“No,” I tell her. “It’s not weird. Enjoy it, Blair. And let me take pleasure knowing that I was able to bring you some comfort.”
I make a decision and commit to it before I can overthink anything.
Leaning forward, I kiss Blair’s forehead, then the tip of her nose.
She surprises me when she lifts her head just a bit more and catches the brush of my lips against hers before I pull away.
It’s a light kiss, but sends a near-painful electrical shockwave down my spine and through my nervous system.
The hand cupping her cheek shifts downward until my fingers gently grab hold of the front of her neck, tightening possessively in a way that I can’t control.
The kiss is quick.
But the aftermath of it is devastatingly eternal.
Every single nerve in my body fine-tunes themselves to the woman I’m holding onto. It’s like gravity has shifted beneath my feet and the only thing now tethering me to this world is Blair. I can’t let her go. If I do, I might drift away and suffer a bleak, cold existence.
Now I understand Ledger’s depravity when it comes to his godchild. Blair must have the same effect on him—I only hope that whatever is churning inside of me doesn’t become twisted and perverse.
Or if it does, that I can somehow hide it better than Ledger does.
I pull away before either one of us can truly react, retracting my hand from her neck in the same motion.
Straightening, I attempt nonchalance, giving her a warm smile.
As if I’m not still reeling, I ask, “Would you like me to draw you a warm bath? I have Epsom salt that will soothe the ache in your back.”
Blair stares at me, shaking her head slowly. Swallowing hard, she whispers, “No, I’m, ah… the hot chocolate is enough.”
“Alright. Drink it up while it's still hot.” I take a step back, giving her space.
Blair looks down at her drink but doesn’t move to drink it, her shoulders sagging slightly.
“Blair,” I start, my voice dropping an octave. When she lifts her head again, I give her a pointed look. “If you think I’m pushy when I want to help, you haven’t seen me when I want to see something through.”
She smiles then, a coy one that lights up her eyes and it reminds me of the look Santi gives me when he comes up with a new idea to try my patience. With Santi, I brace myself. With Blair, though? My cock grows hard.
“No, don’t look at me like that,” I warn. “Enjoy your drink while it’s still hot.”
“What if I want to see Pushy Wes?” she asks, a hint of an attitude in her voice. “How do I summon him? What if I told you no, I won’t drink it right now? That I want to wait until I go up to my room?”
Her gaze is playfully challenging. I can’t help but smile, my cock growing even harder in response.
My smile doesn’t shift even as my hand comes back up to recreate the hold I had on her earlier.
My hand turns into a necklace around Blair’s neck and the grip causes Blair’s pupils to blow wide as she attempts to gasp as I lean into her.
The sound is weak as I tighten my grip further.
My hand slides up until my thumb is beneath her chin and I apply just enough pressure to force her head to dip back.
With my other hand, I pluck the mug from her grasp and bring it to her lips.
“Bad girls get spanked,” I tell her conversationally. “You’re not a bad girl, are you?”
The look in Blair’s eyes says differently, and while I would love to indulge in the debauchery that’s being wordlessly promised, she needs to understand that she’s not in charge right now—I am.
And right now, her mental and emotional well-being is more important than physical pleasure and punishment.
She was looking for something to make her feel better, so she’s going to enjoy the treat I’ve made.
“Enjoy your drink, Blair,” I tell her, then tip the mug past her slightly parted lips.
The drink is hot, so I only pour a little into her mouth. I pull the mug away when she’s had just a taste. Then, before she can close her lips, I lean down and blow gently into her mouth to cool the hot chocolate down.
“Good girl,” I mutter, still holding her gaze.
Beneath my palm, I can feel the answering shudder rush through her body. Her lips beckon me once more, this time wet with hot chocolate.
Fuck it. I want this so I’m going to take it.
So much for having more control over myself than Ledger.
I lean down, taking her bottom lip into my mouth to suck the sweet drink away. When I’m done, I grip her neck and tilt her head to the side so I can kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, then along her jawline.
Blair’s shuddering gasp of air only spurs me on.
Unable to stop myself from pushing for more from this deliciously tempting woman, I slide my leg between hers until my thigh is pressed against her warm center. Blair groans. She shifts her hips and presses harder against my leg.
“Wes…” Blair whispers my name in a soft, needy whine.
Damn, it sounds good on her lips.
This close to Blair, I’m trapped in some type of invisible hold.
It only strengthens as she wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me closer.
Letting go of her neck, I use my hand to cradle the back of her head.
I barely manage to put the mug down on the counter without dropping it before I grab her waist to hold her to me.
Blair’s hips tilt again as she seeks out more friction.
A shiver of need rushes through me as I lean down and suck gently at the pulse along her neck. It jumps and I chuckle at the response.
“Hm… maybe it’s not Epsom salt that you need,” I muse, my lips brushing against the skin just beneath her ear.
Blair’s hips roll against my thigh, a soft groan of pleasure escaping her.
I echo her sound as her defensiveness ebbs away, little by little.
This strong, self-sufficient woman is using me to sate a need.
She’s lowering the walls that she’s erected around her heart to protect herself from the world, to get close to me.
I’m humbled that she trusts me enough to relax.
In my head, a seed takes root. What begins to blossom is an ugly and dangerous thing; it’s possession. It’s a craving. Dare I say this could be the start of a new addiction?
Blair wants this. She needs this.
It's a heady feeling, having this alluring goddess lean into me seeking solace and safety.
She’s right to trust me. I can be a solid presence in her life—someone to lean on. Fuck, I can be better than just a pillar. I can be the impenetrable fortress to protect Blair from everything. She wouldn’t have to muster the strength to be strong all the time.
I can be strong for her for as long as she needs.
As Blair grinds harder and faster against my thigh, I continue to kiss her.
Wherever my lips can reach, I make sure to cover it.
With each kiss I plant and every roll of Blair’s hips, I become more addicted to her.
The insidious whispers of the vices of old that once held dominion over me aren’t nearly as potent, loud, or insistent as this new vice—as Blair—is.
Blair pulls me closer, her breath coming in soft, sweet gasps as she grinds her core against my thigh.
“Wes…” she breathes out just as her breath catches.
Her little cry, so soft that I have a feeling she doesn’t even know she’s released it, is devoured by me as I swoop down to claim her lips. I swallow it down where no one else can hear or have it. That sound belongs to me.
She breaks the kiss to cry out. Her body begins to shake hard, and she clings to me as her orgasm rolls through her.
Fuck. Me.
Just as her body begins to sag, we both hear the sound of footsteps approaching.
Blair stiffens and pulls away swiftly. I straighten and step back, removing all contact with her.
It physically pains me to do so. Blair looks at me wide-eyed with surprise, maybe even a bit of confusion.
Giving her a moment of privacy, I turn around and put myself between her and whoever’s coming.
Only to find someone’s already standing in the kitchen, watching us.
Ledger’s leaning against the wall just inside the room, watching us with a hooded gaze. A small, tight-lip smile pulls at his mouth. How long had he been standing there?
Shit. With Ledger, anything Blair-related can be a trigger—what will this moment do to him? Will he be pissed I just took liberties with his goddaughter?
Mentally, I brace myself for a fight.
Because that’s what this could boil down to. If Blair wants to seek out solace with me, I’m not going to push her away.
She’s mine now.
“Oh, hi Ledger,” Blair greets brightly as she peers around me. “Enjoy the show?”
Ledger’s eyes slide from my face to hers and his smile grows.
It’s not warm, though at first glance it could pass as such.
Can Blair see the shadows in his eyes that grow darker?
Or that his jaw tightens ever so slightly?
This smile worries me because this isn’t anger he’s hiding, it's a sick excitement which is way worse when it comes to Ledger and his fixation with this godchild.
“Watching you cum was a beautiful sight to behold,” he confesses to her.
I stiffen, ready to handle Blair’s disgust but instead, she laughs. “You should’ve said something. Maybe then you could’ve joined us.”
“Blair,” I hiss. “Don’t antagonize—"
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” she interrupts, shooting me a smirk when I look over my shoulder at her. “If he doesn’t like it, then Ledger can leave. He interrupted us, Wes. If he wants to stay, he’ll have to endure a bit of ribbing.”
Ledger chuckles, the sound rough. Before he can say anything else, however, Santi pads into the room, smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He stops just inside the kitchen and that smile shifts into a grin.
“What’s going on in here? Is that hot chocolate I smell? Can I have some? Oh! Blair, did Wes pitch the idea to you about you becoming the designated nurse at Gnarly Pines?”
“Ah… No?” Blair replies, obviously thrown. She steps away from me. “Someone can tell me about it in the morning. It’s getting late.”
Weaving past Santi and Ledger, she gives everyone a little wave. Our eyes meet and she adds, “Thanks for the hot chocolate, Wes.”
With that, she leaves the three of us alone.
Santi sighs, but my attention isn’t on him. It’s on Ledger who hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
“Ledger,” I start, ready to say whatever is needed to keep him from blowing up.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, Wes. I’m glad it happened.”
“Glad what happened?” Santi asks, turning his attention back to us.
Neither Ledger nor I answer him. Instead, the two of us just stare one another down. My stomach knots uncomfortably. If Ledger isn’t pissed, it’s because he anticipated something like this would happen. Maybe even planned for it.
And if any of his plans revolve around Blair, it can’t be good.
I need to be more vigilant or else this whole situation is going to go to shit real fucking fast.