CHAPTER 47HUGH
CHAPTER 47
HUGH
Denise grounded me. If it hadn’t been for her calling out to me, I don’t know how far I’d have taken it. He’d hurt her. He’d hurt Cleo. And then he threatened me. If she hadn’t been there, that switchblade would’ve torn through him. His hands would’ve been the only thing holding his intestines in his body. But I couldn’t think about that, not right now.
My hands were full of her as she leaned forward, running a washcloth over my body. Wet clothes were on the floor where we’d left them, and the spray of the water was washing us free of our sins.
Her breasts swayed as she moved, and I held her hips, hypnotized by her. She saw me. All of me. And she wasn’t afraid.
Her apology broke what little control I had left. I knew she was retreating into herself. It was an apology for involving me. I needed her to know, that my silence wasn’t because of her, it was because I had to find the strength to shut the door.
Ty looked at me and said, “Here.”
That was all it took.
The blade was heavy against my palm, but just as familiar as it had always felt. My thumb found the release button and the snick of it popping free sang through the air, sending a jolt of electricity from my feet to my hand.
I’d forgotten about the rush I got when someone was trapped with me. The bloodlust I felt when the hot and sticky liquid hit my skin. The way that their screams and pleas would soak into my skin like lotion. Once that blade was in my hand, I was gone.
Switch had taken control.
Nothing existed but me and the man beneath me who once again, had pissed all over himself once he realized that he was in danger. Except this time, I didn’t let Hugh back in. The plan was to let the boys rough him up while we cleared his cloud and bricked his device. But that didn’t feel like enough. Hell, slicing through muscle and cartilage to pop his finger from his palm just made me want to hear him scream and beg. This time, there was pure terror in his eyes as he pleaded and apologized.
That’s when Denny’s voice brought me back, grabbing me by my throat and forcing me to see what I couldn’t through the ferocity. I had to remember who I was, and I wasn’t Switch—not anymore. Walking away from Curtis was one of the hardest things I’d ever done because I wanted to end it. I wanted to end him.
I closed my eyes against the memory and tried to focus on the feeling of her beneath my fingers. The rhythm of the washcloth on my skin. Steam from the water surrounding me. She’d brought me back. There wasn’t a question of what if. He’d gotten my point, and he knew the consequences. The boys would make sure he listened.
My fingers tightened on her skin as she pushed me towards the water. We stood together, feeling it fall around us. When she brought her head to my chest, I held her tight, moving my chin over her wet hair. I wanted to know what she was thinking but I was terrified to ask.
I was rough with her in the alley. Rough in a way that we hadn’t ever talked about before. I clenched my fist, still feeling the bite of leather against my palm as I looked into her sweet eyes.
She loves me.
And I love her.
Steam filled my lungs as my fingers traveled down her wet back, running circles across her skin. Grasping at her hips, I moved my fingers down and pulled her tighter to me, feeling her skin, soft and smooth, as it relaxed into me. Soft hands found their way to my own skin, and we stood there, taking in each other’s bodies, the water falling against the tiled shower floor.
When we were like this it was easy to get lost in everything that was outside of us. For once this was about just us. This moment was paying tribute to each other. We were giving and receiving. There was no rush. It was us, the feelings we had for each other, and the moment.
I needed her. I needed to see her sunshine. Watching her come over and over, her voice gone from begging, her fingers reaching for me, her pussy clenching around me. She wrecked me in the best possible way. I could drink from her forever and every drop would taste just as good as the first sip.
There was a certain transcendence that came from spending hours worshiping at her altar, but this? Having her touching my skin and holding me while I held her. It was better. Because she was my person. The one that was made to see all of me and help me feel peace.
“Hugh?” she whispered, her hands had found themselves on my thighs and were slowly sliding up and forward until she gripped me tight. Hissing, I met her gaze.
“Make love to me.”
Those kind eyes had me from day one. Her fingers stilled and I watched the look cross her face that she only showed me. The one that made me want to make her come until her juicy pussy soaked me as she sobbed for more.
“Always,” I replied before capturing her mouth.
I couldn’t get enough of her. If the world didn’t exist around us, I’d be permanently buried in her, letting her warmth fight away all the inky black in my soul. I’d do anything for her.