Chapter 54 Jonah - Present
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Jonah - Present
NO MORE SECRETS.
Soft lips and sharp teeth caressed my shoulder. For the first time in a long time, waking up was a slow thing. Because I was warm, I was comfortable, I was exactly where I wanted to be. I was in the arms of my devil.
“Are you marking me more?” I didn’t even try to hide the amusement in my voice.
His warm tongue licked over my skin. “I missed a spot.”
My lips pulled into a lazy grin. “I’m just going to be one giant bruise from now on, aren’t I?”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Nope.”
Teeth clamped down again, harder this time. I squirmed, rocked my hips against him, and gasped at the throb where we were connected. His cock was still hard and buried deep inside me.
“Are you sore?” he whispered. His tongue traced the shell of my ear and made me shiver.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“Want me to pull out?”
“No!” I answered quickly. My hand snapped to his hip to keep him in place. “I like it.”
The ache was pleasant. The pain was an anchor. It was real. To prove I was being honest, I rocked my hips again, feeling his length glide out then back in. The piercing at his tip rubbed at my insides. The slight burn at my hole made me groan and clamp tighter around him.
“Fuck,” Dex groaned. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. Missed this.”
“Mmnn.” I moaned my agreement.
“I’m gonna fuck you again.”
“Please.”
Strong fingers gripped my hip, and then he was thrusting again. Short, sharp strokes that lit me up from the inside. My hand was still on him. My nails dug in deeper, encouraging him to go faster. Harder.
Teeth found my shoulder again, and I cried out at the sting. Yes.
“Hurt me,” I begged him. “Bruise me. Make me feel you everywhere. Make it last. Fuck! Yes!”
Dex pulled out, and I was about to go absolutely feral before he pushed me onto my stomach, his legs straddling my thighs before he pushed back in again. Any complaints I had choked out into moans.
Warm hands braced on my shoulders, pushing me into the mattress. Then he fucked me harder. His thick length was slick with his cum. I wanted more. I wanted to be full of it. Stuffed until no more would fit inside me. Until he had no more to give me.
My dick rubbed against the sheets beneath me. Each of his thrusts forced me to grind into the fabric. The friction added to the pleasure that built rapidly in my core.
“F-fuck.” I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was out of practice, but that was okay. Because we were together now, and we could fuck as much as we wanted. “G-gonna— hnng.”
I fisted the bedding as my body spasmed around him. Cum soaked into the sheets below me, and Dex continued to fuck me through it. Even after the waves of pleasure passed and my hole felt tender and oversensitive, he kept fucking me.
“Your hole is still so fucking tight,” Dex grunted through clenched teeth. “Won’t be—mnn—won’t be when I’m done with you. You’ll be so fucked open. Gaping for me.”
A verbal aphrodisiac. My body spasmed again in response, like it was challenging him, tightening as another smaller orgasm pulled from my depths. I whined.
“Fuck, Rabbit. So fucking good!” He slammed balls deep, filled me up completely, and then filled me more as hot cum claimed my insides again.
We both panted as he collapsed on me. Sweat stuck our heated bodies together, but I didn’t care. Dex crushed me with his body weight, and I fucking loved it.
We drifted off to sleep again after that. When we woke up again, the room was dark, the day was over. I didn’t care. Time had no more meaning now that we were together.
He fucked me again. Filled me up more. Marked me more.
We stopped only for him to order us food and to use the bathroom. Then he folded me in half and filled me up again until we were boneless and exhausted.
When I opened my eyes next it was morning—well, daylight. I didn’t know what the actual time was. My body ached all over, inside and out.
I was tired in a whole new way: heavy with exhaustion, but the weight of my mind and soul had eased. The tiredness that draped over me like a giant blanket I couldn’t escape from had eased.
The weight of the last year couldn’t reach me when Dex’s body was over me instead.
“You awake?” Dex’s voice was low and hoarse. A tingle of lust sparked in my gut again, but this time it didn’t feel so urgent.
“Mhmm.”
“Feeling okay?”
“Perfect,” I answered honestly. “I want to look at you.”
He grunted as his hands pushed him up. I winced as his cock slipped out of me and he rolled to lie beside me instead.
“Don’t let any spill out,” Dex ordered, giving my ass a playful smack, but it lacked any real heat. Still, I did my best to clench up and keep his cum inside me. “Good boy.”
“I love you,” I told him, shuffling so I was half lying over him.
“I love you too, Rabbit. More than anything.”
Words didn’t feel like enough, and I’d never been good with them anyway. “Will you let me show you?”
“Baby, I’d let you do anything. As long as you never leave my side again.”
“Deal.”
I found his lips. This kiss wasn’t as urgent as the ones we’d shared yesterday, but it was deeper, my tongue against his, slow and comfortable. I pulled back just so I could look at him. His beautiful face. As bright and brilliant as the sun.
My fingers combed through his short curls. “When did you cut your hair?”
“Bull had to shave it.” His brow furrowed slightly, and my gut twisted as I realized why. Stitches, for the wound I’d caused. “But then I decided to keep it short,” he continued, not letting us linger. “I… liked to feel it. What you left behind. Something permanent. Like a tattoo.”
“That’s a terrible fucking tattoo,” I said, my mouth working faster than my mind.
For a second I panicked, it was a shit thing to say, but then his lips curved and he laughed. The sound was so beautiful I couldn’t help but echo it. My laugh joined his.
Dex’s pupils expanded. His hand moved to cup my cheek. “There you are.”
Emotions clogged my throat, but I’d cried enough for the foreseeable future. I had my devil with me. Now it was time to show him how much I appreciated him.
With one more lingering kiss to his lips, I turned into his palm and placed a kiss there as well.
Then I trailed my lips over the inked skin of his wrist…
then to his forearm where they brushed over the soft, slightly indented skin.
A tear through the ink. One of the scars that I should have been there to help him heal from.
I kissed my apology over the skin then turned his arm to kiss the other side as well.
Then I sought the others… kissing the mended skin down the side of his torso, then his thigh, my lips soothing a wound now healed. He needed the cane because of this one. Had needed to learn how to walk again. I hadn’t been there, and I was so sorry.
“Turn around?” I asked, and he did without question.
Fingertips traced the smooth line on his lower back. I followed them with my lips… firm, lingering kisses.
Then it was time for the one that needed my apology the most.
It was barely hidden by his short curls.
My fingers exposed it fully. His hair no longer grew from the light pink line, only a few inches long and a couple of millimeters wide.
So small, for what it had almost cost us.
My lips gave their apology slowly. Completely.
Over and over until he shifted, rolling onto his back and hiding it from me again.
There was a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.
“I forgive you, Rabbit.”
This time when my emotions tried to overwhelm me, I let them. My tears fell onto his face as I stole his lips again. My leg lifted over his body until I straddled him.
I’d thought about this so often, connecting with him like this. I’d worried in the past that my leg wouldn’t let me ride him for long, that I’d have to stop and I’d look weak. I realized now that was okay. I could be weak with him. It was safe.
My hand reached back until I found his cock, once again hard and ready for me. Dex’s hands held my hips steady as I angled it toward me. Then I lowered myself, and he sank back inside. Cum squelched and leaked out of me, and I shivered at the sensation.
“I love you,” I told him again once he was fully seated inside me.
“I love you too, baby.”
Then I rode him. My hands on his chest, my legs already trembling from the amount of times we’d fucked over the past day.
I pushed through it. Through the burn in my thighs, the ache in my leg, until it was too much. Then without even needing to ask him, he flipped us, pushing my legs up to my chest before plunging back into me again.
My tears turned to ones of pleasure as he filled me over and over.
When his leg started to ache too, we switched again. Slow, deep thrusts as we lay on our sides.
The fast, hard fucking had been necessary, but so was this. This sex so much deeper than pleasure and release. I came first, and he followed me shortly after.
Then we just lay there, limbs entangled and bodies connected, simply breathing each other’s air.
“How did you find me?” I asked long minutes after we’d both caught our breath.
He pursed his lips as if trying to decide whether he wanted to tell me. “No more secrets,” he sighed.
I kissed him again. “No more secrets.”
“Snake.”
“Harper?”
“Yeah, Harper Lorens from Lorens Industries. They make security tech. He gave me a tracker, and I gave it to you.”
My brow furrowed, my mind flicking through my meager possessions to determine what he could possibly have been tracking. I’d traded phones, cars, and clothing. What had I had with me this entire time? Then I found it. “The lighter.”
Dex nodded.
This whole fucking time he’d known exactly where I was. I was running, but I’d never been lost. He’d been with me from the beginning.
Maybe it should have made me angry, how pointless it all had been. All my rules. All my paranoia, and I hadn’t gotten rid of the one thing he’d actually been able to track me with.
I laughed. Deep, genuine laughter from somewhere inside me I’d thought was lost. Dex smiled, his own laughter joining mine.
“Of course it was the fucking lighter.” I gripped his cheeks so tight that his lips puckered before placing another firm kiss on them. “I’m still not giving it back.”
It was mine. And so was he.