XXXIV
Theo Rocco
A s I watch her fall asleep, I can’t help but memorise each of her facial features. Her nose wriggles adorably as she dreams, and her eyelids flutter. She tied her hair into a messy bun just before she fell asleep, having no idea what the action did to me.
Everything about her mesmerises me, like she casts a spell over my mind just by being in my vicinity. Even when I’m not near her, she invades my thoughts like it’s her second home. I’ve neither wanted nor been able to look at another woman since she came crashing into our lives.
Fuck Atlas.
It’s time I make up with my girl.
“Andros, swap with me,” I murmur, careful not to raise my voice so Hazel doesn’t wake up. He lifts his head and glares, clearly having nearly fallen asleep. I raise my eyebrow in challenge and he shakes his head, quietly cursing me as he uses the support of the table to take my seat.
I slide into the chair next to Hazel and keep my gaze on her, ignoring Dawson and Andros’ watchful eyes. She huffs a little in her sleep, her head pressed against the side of the plane. My hand instinctively reaches out to brush away a stray piece of hair from her face and she stirs slightly before stilling again.
“Take her into the bedroom,” Dawson mutters and I look up to see him nodding to the private room in the back. He stares at me with a slightly suspicious expression, like he’s trying to work out my intentions.
I nod and stand, bending to carefully pick up Hazel into my arms. I carry her into the bedroom and shut the door behind us, before placing her softly on the bed. She curls into herself instinctively, and I frown.
Her father really hurt her.
“Little One,” I stroke my hand up and down her arm, trying to rouse her from her slumber. She mumbles something before her face contorts tightly. A whimper escapes her and the tell-tale signs of a nightmare start to emanate from her small body.
Sitting against the headboard, I pull her to my chest, resting her head over my heart. The regular strum of my heartbeat seems to calm her slightly until she’s silent again.
“Darling,” I say a little louder, keeping my voice softer than it has ever been before. Her eyelids flutter but stay closed.
“Little One, I’m sorry for doubting you,” I try, hoping she can hear me. When I start to give up and wrap my arms around her so she can sleep, her eyes slowly open. She looks up at me with confusion, before fully waking up.
Instinctively, she sits up and away from me. She eyes me like a threat, and I don’t blame her reaction.
Especially with what she told us about her father.
“Theo?” She asks, her voice raspy with sleep. She frowns as he looks around the room, it being unfamiliar to her.
“I wanted to speak to you alone.”
“Why?” She rubs her hand over her face, her nose wrinkling adorably as she does.
“Well, Atlas doesn’t exactly make it easy to talk about stuff, for one,” I shrug, noticing the way the corner of her mouth tilts up for a second before her face turns back stony, “But I mostly just wanted to get you alone so you could hear me out.”
Her body language remains closed off and she eyes me with suspicion, but I try to push past it as I continue speaking.
“I’m sorry for the way we treated you. We should have never put you in that position without hearing you out first. It was a big bombshell we dropped on you about being in the mafia.” I let out a sigh and rub my hand over my face exasperatedly.
“We’re used to people betraying us without a second thought in our line of work. The number of rats and spies we’ve had to deal with over the years has damaged our trust in people. But we should have never doubted you, especially after your reaction to seeing your father take Andros.”
She makes a pained face as I mention her father’s actions but stays quiet. My heart aches at the distance between us, both emotionally and physically.
“How do I know this won’t happen again? You jumping to conclusions without speaking to me first?” She asks, her voice soft but full of seriousness.
“Because I know we should have never done that to you. Although it may not seem like it, I promise that I will believe you and not doubt your intentions ever again,” I reply.
She takes a few minutes to mull over my promise and I sit there, secretly dying for her to put me out of my misery. When she finally relaxes and gestures with her head for me to come join her, I practically let out a sigh of relief.
However, instead of sitting next to her, I pull her by her ankles down the bed and lay over the top of her. She lets out a squeal of surprise but a cheeky smile penetrates through her previously hard exterior.
“Are you sure you’ve forgiven me?” I ask before nipping the skin on her neck. She mewls in response and I repeat the action, “I can definitely prove how sorry I am, if you need me to.”
My hand drifts down to her breasts and I pull her t-shirt up to expose them. I roll one of her nipples between my thumb and finger, pinching it enough to have her moan.
“Maybe you’re not forgiven just yet,” she giggles as I pull the shirt over her head. I sit back onto my knees, enjoying having her spread and half-naked below me.
“Right fucking answer,” I grin as I yank her leggings down her legs and off her body. She’s in a fit of giggles that quickly become moans of pleasure as I waste no time in delving my mouth into her core.
I circle her sensitive clit with my tongue to get her worked up, before sliding it inside her weeping hole. Her cries of ecstasy spur me on until she’s a whimpering mess, begging for orgasm.
“Do you want to come, Little One?” I ask her in a teasing voice. She nods her head vigorously as I look up to her face and I smirk before sitting back on my haunches and wiping my lips with my hand.
“I want to feel you wrapped around me and squeezing the life out of me when you come, Babygirl,” I tell her as I palm my dick in my trousers. I make her watch as I painfully slowly unbutton my shirt and slide it from my body. Next to go is my trousers and it’s not long until I’ve lined up my aching cock with her wet core.
“Ready for me, pretty girl?” I ask her, looking deep into her eyes. She nods but I narrow my eyes a fraction, letting her know I need verbal confirmation.
“Yes, fuck me-” her words are cut off as I slam home inside of her. She shifts up the bed at the force I put behind it but her body wraps around me like she is moulded for me. I don’t give her time to adjust though and continue thrusting into her at a vigorous pace that has us both moaning.
It’s not long until she comes apart around me, her pussy squeezing me tight as she crashes through the barrier of her orgasm. Her body writhes and shakes under me, her cries no doubt heard in the main cabin of the plane.
As I continue to plow into her, her orgasm seems to carry on until she finally comes down. Aftershocks keep her pulsing around me and nearing me towards my own release.
I grab a pillow from the top of the bed and lift her hips, sliding it underneath them. It hits a deeper spot inside her, and from the sounds she’s making, I can tell it will soon send her into another orgasm.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into her. Our lips connect and it feels like coming home. Her walls begin to quiver again and I increase my pace. My hand sneaks between our two bodies and I rub her clit with my thumb, sending her over the edge and me hurtling along with her.
We grunt out our releases until I collapse against her as we catch our breath. No words are exchanged between us, too busy enjoying the post-makeup-sex haze.
Unfortunately, we’re drawn out of it by a knock on the door to the bedroom.
“Plane is landing in fifteen, guys,” Dawson’s amused voice filters in before his footsteps move away from the door. I turn back to Hazel, noting her sleepy eyes as she stares back at me.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I chuckle as I slowly pull out of her. I head into the adjoining bathroom and grab a wet washcloth. When I return back to her, she’s sitting up and smirking at me.
“Can I get mad at you again so we can have a repeat of this?” She asks cheekily as she separates her legs so I can clean her up.
“Brat,” I chuckle in amusement as I bring the washcloth to her pussy and wipe up the mess we both made.