Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
DANIKA
Isat in the middle of Leo’s bed, my legs crossed in front of me as I waited for him to join me as soon as he finished checking on Hardin.
After the showdown out front with Whitney, we’d all done what we could to salvage the party.
It took him a while, but with Amy’s close attention, Jed’s gift at making everyone and anyone laugh, and Leo’s watchful eye, he’d managed to shake off some of the hurt and at least enjoy the rest of the day.
But now the party was over. His friends had all gone home, the house had been cleaned, night had fallen, and Hardin had commandeered Roscoe, taking my pup with him to his room.
What we were concerned about was Hardin slipping into a dark mood.
That was what Leo had wanted to check on before coming to bed.
I was in the middle of rubbing my nighttime moisturizing lotion into my hands when the bedroom door opened and Leo walked through, shutting it firmly behind him.
I quickly screwed the lid on the jar, leaned over, and deposited it on the nightstand on the side of the bed that had been silently designated as mine.
“Is Hardin okay?” I asked sitting up straight.
His movements were tense and agitated as he began undressing, chucking his clothes in the direction of the hamper, but missing by at least a foot.
“No,” he bit out. “He’s still dead set on livin’ here. Says he’s done with his mother’s shit.”
I couldn’t say I blamed him. He’d been forced into the middle of his parents’ divorce and everything that came after, all because of her.
The more I thought on that, the more pissed I got.
I couldn’t wrap my head around a mother putting her own child in that position.
I was so angry I wanted to hop in my car, track her down, and beat some sense into that foul woman.
But that wasn’t an option. Hardin was hurting, which, in turn, made Leo hurt, and it was my job to be there for them. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said gently. “What can I do? What do you need from me?”
He bent forward, tearing his boxer briefs down his legs and started for the bed.
“Take off your panties,” he answered, the words slithering between his clenched teeth.
The anger was radiating off of him as he stopped at the edge of the bed and waited for me to comply.
Under different circumstances, I might have been frightened, but I knew Leo.
I knew in my heart that he’d never hurt me.
What he needed in that moment was an escape, and I wanted to give that to him.
Rising to my knees, I reached beneath the shirt I’d confiscated from his drawer to sleep in and slipped my panties down my legs. As soon as I had them discarded, his big body hit mine, taking me to my back in the bed.
My startled gasp quickly turned into a moan when one of his hands slipped between my legs.
“Christ,” he grunted, sliding one finger inside me. “This all for me?”
My back arched off the bed, my lips parted, and the word, “Yes,” came out with an exhale.
“I’ve been touchin’ you for all of two seconds and you’re already soaked for me.”
A needy whimper was pulled from my chest as he added a second finger, pushing them in deep and curling them to rub against my G-spot.
My hand flew up into his hair, fisting the silky stands as my walls began to ripple around his fingers.
“You’re already close, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, honey.” My groan immediately morphed into a cry of protest when he pulled his fingers out, but before I could say a word, he was flipping our position so I was straddling him.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he whipped it up and over my head, tossing it aside before sliding farther up the bed and laying his head on the pillows.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me up, and his words were a rough command as he said, “Sit on my face, sweetness. I need to taste that sweet pussy.”
Without giving me a chance to act, he pulled me down, spearing his tongue inside my opening.
I let out a sharp cry, my hands flying up to the headboard to hold myself steady as he ate me voraciously. He nipped and sucked and licked, moaning against my sensitive fold as my fingers curled around the slats in the headboard and my hips began to rock.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his words muffled as his hands slipped around, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass. “Ride my face, Danika.”
I lost control then, unable to do anything but that. He switched from fucking me with his tongue to swirling it around my swollen clit. My nipples tightened and my breathing became labored as I circled my hips, desperate for more.
“God, yes, honey,” I moaned, rocking against his face.
He pulled me down harder, burying his face between my thighs. The scruff on his jaw and cheeks abraded my skin, creating a slight sting that only catapulted the pleasure into another stratosphere.
I felt one of his hands move away, and when I looked back over my shoulder, I saw he’d wrapped it around his heavy cock and was jacking himself hard and fast. That was all it took for me to explode, with that image in my head and his tongue inside me, I went off, biting into my bottom lip to keep from yelling out as I came long and hard.
I hadn’t had a chance to come all the way down when he moved again, sliding from between my legs and coming up on his knees behind me.
I had just enough time to pull in a much-needed breath when he wrapped my hair in one fist and used the other to guide himself to my entrance.
Then, with one hard snap of his hips, he buried himself deep at the same time he gave my hair a gentle yank.
I cried out at the sensation of him stretching me full. Nothing had ever, ever felt as good as having him inside me.
“Danika,” he groaned, his lips brushing against my ear. “Bear with me. I need it rough tonight. I need to feel you beneath my skin. Need to feel you everywhere,” he ended on a growl.
I turned my head so my lips could brush against his. “Take what you need, honey.”
With my permission granted, he pulled out nearly all the way and powered back in. Over and over. His grunts mingled with my whimpers and the heady smell of sex in the air.
This was the first time we’d had sex since getting back together.
However in that blissful month we’d had before, he’d given me hard and rough, soft and sweet, and everything between, but it had never been like this.
It was as if he was trying to make me a part of him, like he needed me more than air.
Releasing my hair, he wrapped his arm around me, bringing my back flush with his chest. His fingers found my nipple and began pinching and pulling as he fucked me, his hips slapping against my ass over and over.
I’d just come, it hadn’t been small by any stretch, and already, I felt another one building, one so big I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
“Leo,” I whimpered as my whole body began to tremble.
“That’s it, sweetness. I can feel it. Give me another.”
My hips began to move of their own accord, slamming back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Oh God,” I panted. “I’m about to—” My words died off, my eyes slammed closed and my head fell back against his shoulder as every nerve ending in my body combusted all at the same time.
I was still coming, my walls clamped tight around him when he shoved his face into the crook of my neck and grunted out his own release, driving his cock hard and deep until he had nothing left.
We were both sweaty and panting like we’d just run a marathon. Releasing my breast and hip, he reached for my hands and gently pried my fingers from the headboard. I would have collapsed onto the mattress in a sated heap had it not been for him holding on to me and guiding me down slowly.
Once there, he turned me to my back and hovered over me, his fingers coming up to brush the damp hair from my forehead.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
I gazed up at him, sure my grin was totally goofy as I replied, “So okay.”
The harshness that had been carved into his expression when he first entered the room was now completely gone, in its place was a look so tender and so warm it made my heart expand.
“Thank you for that,” he said quietly, leaning in to run the tip of his nose along mine.
“Pretty sure I’m the one who should be thanking you. After all, you did most of the heavy lifting.”
He chuckled for a second before his expression grew serious. “I mean it, Danika. I needed that. I needed you. That’s the brand of sweet only you’re capable of giving me because it’s just how you are.”
It had to be said that I really liked hearing that in a seriously big way. I was just about to tell him as much, but before I could get the words out I felt something warm and slick between my thighs.
My eyes went big at the realization, and I croaked, “Oh, God. Leo, we forgot a condom.”
I expected him to freak. I expected him to jump out of the bed and begin pacing. What I didn’t expect was for him to lean down and brush a feather-light kiss against my lips while whispering, “So?”
“Honey, I’m not on the pill. I have an appointment with my doctor next week to see to that but tonight—”
“You want kids, Danika?”
“I—what?”
“Kids. You want them? I realize we should’ve had this talk sooner, but it is what it is, so we’re havin’ it now.”
Wait . . . we were? “Leo, don’t you think it’s a little premature to have this discussion this soon in our relationship?”
He braced one arm on the bed so he could look at me as he slowly dragged his hand up the outside of my thigh, moving past my hip to brush his fingertips against my ribs.
“Well, considering you have my cum inside you at this very moment, I’d say no.
But even if that wasn’t the case, it’d still be a no. ”
“I—what?” I repeated, only this time louder and a bit hysterical.