Chapter Twenty-five
I wake to the feel of nails running down my abdomen, soft enough they don’t scratch or leave a mark, but hard enough the sensation of it has goose bumps rising on my skin. It feels so good it makes a moan rumble up my throat.
Her sleepy giggle has my cock jerking behind the flannel pants I grabbed to sleep in, the sound stirring me awake. I turn my head to her, seeing her on her side facing me, her hair still in the braid but messier with fine hair sticking out around her temples and her eyes are bright, her smile pure.
Fuck me.
I move quickly, laying myself across her and pin her down into the mattress, capturing her mouth with mine. This is so fucking wrong, I need to lay down a line, boundaries, but god, I don’t want to. Not when she’s right here, with that smile, with those giggles and that body. I’ve gone too far now, there’s no going back.
She melts beneath me, my hips in the cradle of her thighs, my cock pressing to that soft, warm center. I’m sure she’s sore, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her, but I can’t stop the grind of my hips, my cock aching.
She gasps into my mouth, and I freeze, pulling away from her.
“Wait,” She blurts, chasing me with her hands as I push onto my knees between her legs. My shirt is shoved up to her abdomen, leaving her completely bare from her hips down. My mouth damn near fucking waters.
I trail a hand up the inside of her thigh, watching her skin pebble in reaction to my touch and I keep crawling my hand up, until I reach the crease of her thigh and slide my hand across, cupping her pussy.
Her intake of breath has my eyes flicking back to her face to gauge her reaction, but it isn’t pain I see. It’s desperation.
I feel my mouth kick up into a smile, “Are you a little needy, princess?” I rasp.
Her lashes flutter as color stains her cheeks, so I remove my hand and replace it with two fingers, sliding them through her lips slowly, watching as her mouth pops open and eyes roll back.
“I’m not going to fuck you this morning, Marly,” I growl, “You’re much too sore for that.”
“I’m not,” She stammers out the lie.
I chuckle, “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take care of you. I won’t let you leave aching.”
She cries out when I press my mouth to her, kissing her tenderly before I lick her from entrance to clit. Her hips buck beneath me, so I lay my forearm across them, pinning them to the mattress as I get to work on her, flicking my tongue in all the right places while I tease at her hole but never penetrate her. Her whole body is trembling, her moans filling the space around me.
I suck her clit into my mouth, focusing my attention on that tight bundle of nerves and when her climax hits her, her thighs clamp around my head and she calls out my name. Bringing her down from the high, I crawl back up her body and kiss the corner of her mouth before I straighten out the tee and move to get off the bed.
“Don’t you want me to –” She pointedly looks at the tent in the front of my pants.
“I want nothing more than to have your pretty mouth on my cock,” I tell her honestly, picturing just how fucking beautiful she would be on her knees for me, “But I’ve got to get up for work. But keep that thought, I’ll be expecting it when I climb through your window later.”
She laughs, “Or, you know, you could use the door,” Marly suggests before she sits and stretches her arms above her head.
“Why would I do that?” I frown.
“Because there isn’t anyone there, they’re not back for another week.”
“But it wouldn’t be very Romeo of me to walk through the front door,” I grab a fresh shirt from my drawers and then my coveralls.
“You know that ended in tragedy, right?” Marly points out.
“Just stay away from poison,” I kiss her and make my way to the bathroom, locking myself inside to get ready for the day.
When I return, Marly is dressed back in her sundress and pulling her fingers through her hair to release the braid.
“You’re welcome to stick around,” I tell her, heading toward the small kitchen area to make a coffee for the two of us.
“I’ve actually got to get back too,” she says quietly. I turn to her, seeing her chin tipped to the floor, eyes on her feet. While the coffee brews I step over and curl my finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to lift.
“What’s going on inside that head of yours, princess?”
“I just don’t know what happens now,” She says quietly.
“What do you want to happen?” I ask her.
“I don’t want it to just stop,” She rolls her lips together.
“You think it’s going to stop?” I scoff, pressing my thumb against her puffy bottom lip, “Sweetheart, there’s a zero percent chance of it stopping. I’ll be at your place tonight, be ready for me.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Just be ready for me, princess,” I kiss her gently, “Do you want a coffee before you go?”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll grab one on the road.”
I nod and kiss her again and then step away, shoving my hands into the pockets of my coveralls so I’m not tempted to physically stop her from leaving. She gathers her few things and then heads out, leaving me alone in the garage.
But not for long, Jake’s truck pulls in a few minutes after Marly’s Mercedes disappears. His brows are turned down in a frown, “Was that Marly?”
“Coffees hot,” I grumble to him, heading into the garage to finish up Rachel’s vehicle so her brother can come pick it up. I don’t want her on my property again, not after yesterday which reminds me that I need to arrange with Marly for me to fix the scratch she put in her paintwork.
Jake comes through after he’s made himself a cup and starts prepping for the day. He’s been working on a restoration project for one of the locals and it’s been his main focus for the past six weeks.
“Did she stay the night?” He asks me.
“It’s none of your business.” I grab a tool from the box and bend over the hood, the Plymouth in the corner of my eye just reminding me of how Marly looked spread out across it. I will have her like that, spread beautifully across my car, legs open, moans filling the air.
“Shit, River!” Jake growls, “You fucked her.”
“The fuck is it to you if I did!?” I snap.
He glares at me, “Because that’s too fucking far!”
“Too fucking far!?” I yell, “Her brother murdered mine! And you’re telling me fucking that assholes little sister is too far?”
“She doesn’t know,” Jake snaps back, “What happens when they all find out, River? Then what?”
“They’ll have their princess back,” I grumble, “A little spoiled but a hell of a lot wiser to what and who they are.”
“You don’t even know, do you?” Jake scoffs. “You have no plan here; you’re just using her because you think it’ll hurt Liam.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jake, you’ve no fucking idea.”
“No, you’re right, I don’t. But as your best friend it’s my duty to inform you when you’re about to make a big fucking mistake. Marly isn’t Liam, River and you’re going to break that poor girl’s heart and for what? Get back at Liam? Get back at the Winchester’s? You really think that’s going to do anything to him? To them?”
“I think you underestimate her importance to those fucks,” But even as I say it, I doubt it. I don’t have any real plan, just that I saw her, and I knew she was a direct line to who I really wanted to hurt.
And I can’t deny that I do feel something for her. She’s been the first person in months and months who has stirred any kind of emotion from me. Possession. Obsession. Need. Desperation.
I don’t particularly want to hurt her because Jake is right, she has no idea, she is innocent, but I don’t see this ending any other way because it will end. It always ends.
“And I think you’re going to hate yourself when all is said and done,” He gets in the last word and then shoves his headphones in to ignore me for the rest of the day. But his words sit and rot inside my head.
He’s right. I will hate myself, but it’ll be worth it if I finally get payback for what they did to my brother.