Chapter 15
This is Where I Belong
Remmi
It’s been a couple of weeks since the Storm team extracted Maria and Franco from England and rescued them from whoever is chasing them. Wire hasn’t said much more about the situation, except that Maria and Franco are in a safe house and being guarded by Vic.
Vic has officially started as part of the Storm Enterprises team, which makes me very happy and the men even happier because they need the help.
It also means I’ve lost my bodyguard, but Wire has rectified that situation by creating a new workplace with a brand-new wheel and kiln at his house. We have workspaces side by side.
Over the last couple of weeks, we spent some nights at my place, but mostly at his. Tonight, we’re back at Wire’s place. Which leads to our current conversation in which Wire blurts out, “I want you to move in with me.”
My jaw drops, and I’m left staring at him, at a loss for words. I manage to croak out, “Pardon?”
“Move in with me.” I blink. Wire says, “We want to be together. Or at least I do. I like your place. It’s cool, but your place is too small to start a family.
My place is bigger, with more property, if we want to add the vegetable garden you talked about or anything else you might like.
My house has three bedrooms, and we can always add on if we feel the need.
But if you’re set on staying where you are, we can extend the house to add a second floor. What do you think?”
“You want to live together?” I ask, raising my voice to a higher pitch, still stunned.
He’s sitting next to me but moves closer, reaching to caress my cheek, his eyes scanning my face, lingering on my lips, before settling on my eyes. “Baby, I want to make a life with you. I thought you got where this is going.”
“Isn’t this too soon?” I whisper. “We’re very, uh, new.”
“Who says? I’ve been in love with you since I saw your picture in a folder.
I knew it then, and when I held you in my arms, carrying you out of that hellhole, I never wanted to let you go.
Leaving you at the hospital was torture.
I know what I want, Remmi. I want you. I want us to have a family, make memories, and laugh.
When I come home at night and see your face splattered with dirt from the clay and your hair up in a messy bun, I say I’m a lucky man.
” He bends his head, and our lips brush. “Am I wrong, baby?”
Emotions clog my throat, but I manage to whisper, “No.” I swallow deeply and place my hand on his chest, over his heart. “I want this, but what if I make a mess of it? So much has happened to me, and what if—”
“Life is full of what-ifs. We’ve been together for weeks, and you haven’t had any setbacks.
You’ve gone out for dinner with the girls, gone shopping, spent time alone in your new studio, without an inkling of a freak-out,” he says.
“And, just to say, anyone who went through the trauma you suffered would have behaved the exact same way. You’re not broken, baby.
You’re healing. There’s no set time for that. ”
“May I bring my pottery for decoration?” I ask, smiling shyly.
“Bring whatever you want. Decorate however you want, just as long as you’re here when I get home.”
“I’ll start packing tomorrow,” I tell him. He responds with a long, slow, sweet kiss.
“Good, now that you’ve agreed to move in, I think we should celebrate,” he says.
Suddenly, Wire is standing, pulling me up to my feet, then he bends down and flips me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
I shriek in surprise, which earns me a slap to my butt.
“Quiet, babe. I’m trying to decide on how many times I want to hear you call out my name tonight. ”
Oh goody! Sex with Wire only gets better each time we make love. He reaches the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed, quickly coming down and covering me with his body. He’s careful not to crush me, but enough that I can feel his manhood pressing into me.
“I want to suck your cock,” I blurt out. He’s pleasured me often with his mouth, and he loves watching me. I want to do that for him. I want to see his eyes glaze over with passion as I lick and suck his cock. I’ve never felt desire as intensely as I do when I’m with Wire.
His eyes grow dark, his jaw ticks, then suddenly, Wire rolls us so that I’m lying on top of him. “I’m yours, baby. What are you going to do with me?” he asks in a sexy growl.
I muster my courage and sit on my haunches, then slowly remove my top. He watches as I unsnap my lacy cream bra, slide the straps off my shoulders, and drop it to the floor. When he reaches for me, I move back.
“Not yet, honey,” I say, then proceed to unzip my jeans, pulling them down, then getting them off, leaving me in my panties.
I run my fingers over his thighs, then graze my nails over them.
My hand rubs his thickness, then I unbuckle his belt and slide down the zipper.
Wire moves his hips to accommodate my taking off his jeans and removes his shirt.
Then he’s splayed out completely naked for me to enjoy the view.
I love running my hands over his massive chest and abs.
His skin is warm to the touch, smooth and toned.
As my hands find their way over his body, so does my mouth.
I kiss his chest, my lips following the path of my hands.
Wire watches me as I cherish his body, as he’s done mine so many times.
I wrap my hand around his cock and begin stroking him up and down.
Slow and gentle at first, while my tongue laps at the tip.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groans.
I smile, then take the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck, as his moans get louder. He pulls back my hair and holds it at the base of my neck as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth. I bob up and down, taking more of him each time. I can feel him tensing beneath me.
“Remmi, baby,” he utters in a sexy low tone, “you have to stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth.
” I can tell he’s trying to hold off his climax.
I want him in my mouth. I want to see him lose control.
I continue sucking and licking his thick manhood, my hand and mouth working at a faster pace before he tries to pull me off.
He settles back to let me have my way. It’s an extraordinary sight to watch his face contort with pleasure, his fingers tightening in my hair, then feeling his cum fill my mouth.
His eyes are shut tight, the vein in his neck bulging, and then I watch him ride the wave of his orgasm.
When he opens his eyes, his gaze is soft and warm.
Wire hauls me up and, without hesitation, kisses me intensely, making my insides turn to jelly. My body melts into his, and when our lips part, I ask, “Did I do that right?”
He burst out laughing, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
He sees that I’m growing shy and cups my cheek with his palm.
“Baby, that was the best blow job I ever had. And since you did it so good, I’m going to want that more often.
” He rolls me onto my back. “But what I like even more is the taste of your pussy. I’m addicted to it.
” He glides his hand down my side, between my legs, finding the scant barrier of my panties.
His finger slides under the thin material and through my wet, slick pussy lips.
A gasp escapes my lips. “I like that, baby. Every little sound you make when my hands are on you is like music to my ears,” he whispers.
When he talks to me that way, his voice gravelly and raw, I’m utterly at his mercy.
I want nothing more than for him to do naughty things to me.
His finger strums along my pussy, then finds its way inside me.
It’s a short-lived gratification that only leads to wanting more.
His fingers work their magic, his thumb circling my clit.
It’s wonderful, but not enough to satisfy my craving.
My hips jolt and match his thrusts to assuage my growing need to come.
I mewl and writhe beneath him. I can hear my own strangled voice pleading for more.
He fills me with another finger; it feels good, but it’s still not enough to quench my thirst.
When his mouth closes around my nipple, and he suckles, sparks of fire ignite.
His mouth moves from one nipple to another.
As he works on one, his hand squeezes and plays with the other, while his other hand fucks my pussy.
It all feels so good as I gyrate my hips, my nails digging into his scalp to hold him to me.
Then suddenly, the dam bursts wide open, and I’m floating on a raft, moving through the rapid water and over the waterfall, as my orgasm consumes me. Delicious spasms rack me as I drift through my sex haze. Wire kisses my neck, moves my hair off my face, and I open my eyes.
He’s the most amazing man, and I love him so much. I ache for him. He moves us onto our sides, and, instinctively, our legs entwine; our bodies find their place in each other’s arms.
I tilt my head back and see Wire looking down at me. “This is where I belong. No matter where we live, or what happens in our lives, I know that I belong in your arms,” I tell him.
“Yeah, baby, you do,” he replies.
My eyes drift closed, and I relish the warmth of his body wrapped around mine as I fall into the best sleep I’ve ever had.