Chapter 16 #2
Stone thought I was beautiful.
I slid my toes up the backs of his legs while he slid himself back into my pulsing warmth.
We moved together. Rocked together. Rolled together, as my bed shifted with our movements.
Stone found my hands, lacing our fingers together and pinning me down.
I gasped for the air he afforded me, bucking against him and feeling his cock stretch me to painfully beautiful girths.
“Stone. Yes. You feel—you’re—so incred—”
“Come for me, Hayley. Let me feel you. Pull me over the edge with you. Shit, woman. Your body. The things it does to me.”
He went on and on, and it brought tears to my eyes.
My back arched and my toes curled as he pounded against my pussy.
Juices slid down my ass crack and coated his shaft and his balls as they splattered against his skin.
My tits bounced and he buried his face into them, seeking out a home he didn’t know he needed.
His cock burst within me, triggering my own orgasm as I spiraled over the edge.
His growls and grunts overtook me, muting out the rest of the world as he dug himself as deeply into me as he could get.
“Hayley. Fuckin’ shit, so good to me. Squeeze that—right—fuck!”
“Stone. Stone. Stone. Stone. Don’t stop. I com—I com—I com—”
Stars burst in my vision. Darkness fell over my body.
His arousal painted my walls, leaving me breathless and needy for more.
I collapsed to my bed. Sweat intermingled with the droplets of water that still hadn’t dried yet.
And when he collapsed on top of me, I held him as close as I could get him.
I held him to me while his cock stayed sheathed inside my body, warm, comforted, and cradled.
I kissed the shell of his ear, and I could have sworn I felt him sigh into my neck.
I didn’t know how long we laid there. I didn’t know how long it took him to roll off my body.
I didn’t know how long I laid there with my head on his chest and his arm scooting me closer to him.
We tangled ourselves within one another, not giving a care in the world to the mess we’d just made of my bed as the shower continued to run in my bathroom, providing us with a soothing background, I finally found the courage to ask the burning question lingering in the back of my mind.
“What does your leather cut on your jacket mean?” I asked.
He tensed, and I knew I’d already fucked up.
“Just a design,” Stone said.
“I mean, what does it mean? Like, is it special to you?”
“It is.”
“Why?”
“Just is,” he said.
I sighed. “Stone, if we’re going to keep doing this, I deserve to know.”
“What some design on a leather jacket means?” he asked.
“No, whether or not I’m dating some sort of a killer.”
He completely unwound himself from me and scooted away. I propped myself up onto my elbow, watching as he turned toward me. His eyes hooked with mine, and I saw each of his walls being thrown up. Slamming closed, one by one, as his eyes slid down my naked body.
“You really are a sexy woman,” he said.
“Don’t change the subject,” I said.
“You gave yourself away the second you called it a leather cut,” he said curtly. His eyes snapped up to mine. “Because no one calls it that unless they know what they’re dealing with.”
I sighed. “Stone, are you part of—”
“What do you think I am?” he asked.
His question gave me pause.
“Do you think I’m a killer?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. I don’t. But I still need to hear it from you.”
“You don’t trust your own gut?”
“It’s not that.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I hardly know you.”
“And yet, we’ve shared two very passionate moments together. But you don’t trust me to protect you? To care for you?” he asked.
I balked. “That wasn’t the question, Stone. Does your line of work require you to be a killer?”
He paused. “Do you really think I could kill someone in cold blood?”
“I don’t know. Can you?”
He snickered and shook his head. Without answering my question, he got up from my bed. And I didn’t want him to go.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To get dressed,” he murmured.
“Please, get back in bed.”
“No, thanks.”
“Stone, come on. I mean, you knew it was a question that was coming anyway. Right?”
“Not particularly,” he said.
“Don’t leave. I just want to know if—”
“Do you feel safe with me?” he asked.
He whipped around, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he stood in the doorway of my bathroom.
“Yes, of course,” I said.
“Do you feel as if I’m capable of protecting you?” he asked.
He watched him step into his boxers before jumping into his pants.
“Of—of course,” I said.
“If I had to kill someone in order to make sure you were safe, would that be a terrible thing in your eyes?” he asked.
“So, you have killed people before.”
He snickered as he pulled on the rest of his clothes including his leather jacket.
“I gotta go,” he murmured.
“Stone, wait. Please. I’m sorry,” I said.
I reached out for his arm, but he yanked it out of my grasp.
“This is why I don’t ever come back a second time around,” he hissed.
His eyes glared into mine as my lips parted in shock.
“One time is enough, and two times gives someone like you the right to ask questions that don’t mean shit in the grand scheme of things,” he said.
“Stone. What—”
“Have a nice night, Hayley.”
He turned his back to me and made his way down the hallway, which gave me a clear-cut view of the patch on his jacket.
“The Lost Boys.” That was what it said. I committed the name to memory as I stood there, naked, watching Stone storm through my apartment as he murmured to himself, grumbling and cursing as he ripped open my apartment door.
And with a thud, he slammed it behind him. Leaving me alone and crusted over with our intermingled fluids.
To remind me of the passion I’d just wrecked.