27. Shiloh #2
“I’m serious, Shiloh, if something happens to you, I can’t even think about it, please just promise me you will stay with me or your brother this weekend, okay?” He begs, and I see the fear in his eyes as he looks down at me.
I put my hand to his face, trying to calm his anxiety when I say, “I’m right here, Verge, I love you. It’s fine. I promise, okay.”
“I love you too,” he says, leaning down, kissing me.
As we dance, he holds me close, his eyes still wandering the dance floor.
I don’t tell him, but in the corner at the edge of the floor is Pierce with his eyes locked on Cross and Tyler as they happily spin around the dance floor.
He’s definitely keeping his distance so they don’t notice, but I notice.
The look in his eyes, it makes my stomach clench.
As if he’s plotting something. I don’t know that for sure, but I do know one thing.
I will be staying close to all the men I know this weekend because the look in his eyes is one of not just possession but something deeper, and that scares the ever-living fuck out of me.
After an hour or so, we are packing it in and heading back to the motel.
We dropped Cross and Tyler off at her trailer, and now we are heading to our motel for the evening.
Once we paid for our room, Verge told me to go ahead and go in while he smokes and takes Love out to walk before he heads in for a shower.
He has been on edge since he heard Tyler say Pierce had been harassing her.
I sigh and head for the shower to wash off the evening.
I turn the water on, waiting for it to warm, and wipe off what little makeup I did have on.
Taking off my clothes, I walk into the scalding water and wash myself and my hair, mulling over his words, Don’t fucking leave my sight this weekend, Shi.
Despite the hot water hitting my back, the words lingering in my mind send cold chills down my spine.
Every word laced with fear that he may lose me.
I hear the door shut and shut off the water, grabbing a towel, wrapping it around myself, ringing out my hair. I then look in the mirror at myself and take a deep breath and walk out to greet him with the white towel draped around me.
“Showers all yours,” I say with a slight lift of my lips.
His eyes darken as he looks me up and down. But it’s not lust I see in his eyes or even demeanor, it’s still a look of love mixed with fear and longing.
I walk over to him, putting my hand on his face, and he looks away. I bring his eyes back to mine and ask, “What is it, Verge? What has you so stressed out tonight? It can’t just be Pierce.”
“I just want you safe, that's all, baby,” he says, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in and kissing me softly, “I can’t lose you, Shi, I won’t fucking survive it, you’re all that matters, baby.”
“I’m here, Verge, I’m yours. I love you,” I assure him.
He brings both of his hands to the nape of my neck, his eyes bouncing between mine before he says, “I love you, Shi.”
He puts his lips on mine, kissing me so passionately I feel it all the way to my damn toes.
I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, and my towel falls to the floor, leaving me bare in front of him.
He looks down, and his eyes roam me. I then reach for the hem of his shirt, and he discards it to the floor, and I jump into his arms, and he catches me, gripping my ass in his hands.
He then walks me over to the bed, laying me down and hovering over me. His necklace falls over my face before he leans down, kissing my neck as his hand travels down to my breast as he cups it, squeezing gently, and I moan at his touch.
He pulls back, looking at me, and asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I assure him. I want this. I want him. I’m ready. I know I love him, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I scoot back on the bed, and he grabs my legs, spreading me, running his hands up and down the apex of my thighs, and I sigh, loving the feel of his hands on me this way.
He then gently slides his fingers in, readying me, gently pumping them in and out as his thumb circles my clit.
I grab the sheets, bracing myself. “Relax, baby,” he whispers with his hands still working me diligently.
I take a deep breath and do as he says, relaxing at his touch. He leans down, kissing my thighs and dragging his mouth to my hot center as he sucks and licks, keeping his fingers inside of me, stretching me, and I arch my back, nearing the edge.
He tortures me with his mouth and fingers, keeping my need at bay until he pulls back, taking his jeans off along with his boxers.
I drink him in. The man before me is so perfect in every way on the outside, yet so utterly broken on the inside.
He looks at me as if I’m the only person in his life that matters before he situates himself between my legs, rubbing himself up and down the apex of my thighs, caressing every inch of my core, taking his time.
“Tell me if I hurt you, we can take it slow, baby,” he assures me, and I shake my head, biting my lip.
He then presses in gently, and I gasp at the feeling, wincing a little bit. It hurts, but it’s not unbearable, and he stops, concern filling his features. “You okay?”
“It hurts, but don’t stop,” I assure him, running my hands through his hair as he rocks back and forth gently. He sits up, holding my legs before he places his hand down between my legs, massaging me as he pumps in and out.
I close my eyes at the feeling of pure pleasure that fills my every fiber. I close my eyes and grip the sheets, about to give way to my prolonged orgasm before he says, “I love you, Shi.”
His words send me over the edge as I explode, the orgasm overtaking my whole body. I shudder around him, opening my mouth to gasp for air, and he leans down, covering my moans with his mouth, leaving me breathless.
He then loses himself inside of me, panting and thrusting harder until he comes down, hovering over me, looking in my eyes as he brushes hair out of my face, and I say, “I love you too, Verge.”
He smiles before he asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, baby,” I assure him, hugging him and kissing his neck.
He gets up, taking my hand and guiding me to the shower, where he insists on helping me clean up.
He wraps his arms around me as the hot water hits our backs and kisses me on the cheek.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers.
I turn to him with water dripping down his face and kiss him before I pull back and say, “My one and only, I love you, Verge.”
We stay in the shower, holding each other until the water turns cold, and then we slip out together, gathering towels and sliding back into bed bare, with our bare bodies holding one another close.
Love jumps on the bed with us and lays down at the end, and I grab his arm wrapped around me, kissing it. Once I’m wrapped around him, he kisses my head and lets his lips linger on my head before he says, “I love you. Goodnight.”
“I love you, Verge,” I tell him, looking up and kissing his chin.
I lay my head back down, tracing his arm with my hands in the dark of the hotel room, and I let my mind wander, trying to not let the thought of losing him either consume me like he is letting losing me consume him.
He rubs a soothing thumb along my arm until I finally let my mind settle and sleep take over.