Chapter 35 Oak
Oak
My fingers play with the ends of her hair as her head is resting on my chest. Even after a passionate round of intense sex I can’t keep my hands off of her.
Her fingers absently trace the outline of my tattoos. And the sudden thought of having her name tattooed over my heart is overwhelming. She already holds my heart in her precious hands, having her name there will only make it more permanent.
“How were things with Crow?” She softly asks. After Snake and I had finished with Crow I took a long ride on my bike with Snake following behind. I had to situate things in my head, and riding always helps to clear it.
And on that long ride I began to forgive myself for all the sins I’ve committed.
Twirling a lock around my finger I then release a deep breath. “They’re going to bring me in.”
She becomes fully alert then, propping herself up on my chest and her eyes wide with concern. “Are they going to charge you?” I can hear the fright in her voice, the waver that then has her worrying on her bottom lip.
With my thumb I release her teeth from her lip. Then I brush the back of my knuckles against her cheek, hoping to soothe her with my touch. “I don’t want to worry you.”
Heat flares in her eyes as her jaw sets.
“How many times do I have to tell you your fight is also mine?” She then moves positions to where she’s straddling me.
Her slick pussy is right against my cock and despite the situation I’m becoming hard.
Her hands find purchase on my chest, her nails digging in my skin.
And that little bite of pain has my cock twitching.
“I don’t care how worrying it is or how painful, you’re going to tell me everything with not one detail left behind. ”
Her adamant tone is also a fucking turn on. I’ve always loved how Grace is not afraid to call me out on my shit. And her sassy mouth is the sexiest thing about her.
My hands grip her hips and as I shift her up and down my cock the sweetest sounds of pleasure escape her.
She halts my movements, planting her hands firmly over top of my mine and stopping her hips. “You can’t distract me with sex.”
I raise a brow cockily. “You want to test that theory, baby?” I thrust upwards and the tip of my cock presses inside her cunt. Her fingernails dig in my forearms, and I hiss from the pain yet also get harder.
“As much as I love your cock and what you can do with it,” she then moves her hips, teasing me in a torturous way. My own teasing backfiring on me. “I want the truth first.”
God, I fucking love it when she uses her mouth and takes charge.
“The truth?”
She moves her hips again, sliding down the tiniest bit on my cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I try to keep composure, but I’m close to losing it.
Taking my hand, she slides it up her body until I’m cupping her tit. “Use your mouth, Oak.” There’s a seductive grin upon her face and wickedness in her blue eyes. It’s a heady combination.
But if Grace wants to tease me then two of us can play that game.
“Poor choice of words, baby.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. Lifting my upper body, I take her nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue. Her hands shoot out and tangle in the ends of my hair.
“Oak, stop.” Her words are of weak protest and her hands pushing the back of my head closer to her suggests otherwise.
Grinning, I bite down on the hardened peak before soothing it with the flat of my tongue. Her hips grind down and I can’t help but look between us. The sight of her taking my cock is nothing but pure eroticism.
Pinching her chin between my fingers I force her head downwards.
“Look at you taking my cock like the good girl that you are, Grace.” My voice is husky, oozing sex.
Her eyes widen and darken with lust. The tip of her tongue comes out to swipe along her bottom lip as she takes more of me.
“Do you see how perfect we fit each other?”
Biting her lip she nods her head. She slides down the rest of the way, until I’m balls deep inside her.
Releasing her lip from her teeth I nip her bottom lip before saying against her mouth, “I don’t want you ever denying your voice from me.”
“Oak, please.” She has no idea what she’s begging for, but I love hearing that pretty word pour from her luscious lips.
My hand travels down her body until my finger finds her engorged sensitive clit. Her eyes automatically close with bliss as my finger begins to circle her clit.
My lips trail from the corner of her mouth down to her jaw and then to the shell of her ear. All the while my finger lazily circles her clit as she finds the perfect rhythm riding me.
Grace is always beautiful, the most gorgeous person I know inside and out but seeing her like this, raw, vulnerable, filled with passion and love spoken with every movement, every touch and look?
I don’t think she can be any more beautiful than in this moment.
Where it’s just the two of us and nothing between us.
Where everything is bared to one another.
Our souls entwining and our hearts beating as one.
There’s nothing more beautiful than making love with her.
“I love you,” I say to her because I can’t not say it to her.
The most breathtaking smile overcomes her face and it’s one I’ll keep with me forever.
She cups my face in her hands and pulls me in for a kiss that lights up every cell in my body. Her tongue dances with mine as I let her ravage my mouth.
When she releases my lips she keeps her face close to mine. Our hot breaths fanning against one another’s face, but we’re so lost in each other that it doesn’t matter.
I can tell she’s close by the way her pussy grips my cock and how she’s picked up the pace. My balls draw heavy, and I feel at any second I’m about to come.
Needing her to come with me I place my hands on either side of her hips and switch our positions.
A needy whine comes from her as my cock slips out of her. But it immediately turns into a moan when I thrust deep inside from behind.
She pushes back against me as we find a maddening rhythm, meeting me thrust for thrust.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on and I want, no, I need for her to come with me.
Snaking my hand around her my fingers thrum against her clit and with one hard thrust that’s all it takes for her to fall apart in my arms.
I then come with her, finally releasing myself inside her.
She lays spent on the bed. Her body is lax as she comes down from her orgasm.
I press a kiss to the back of her neck as I slowly ease myself out of her. I hear her wince and it’s the only time that I curse myself for my size. I know the pleasure it brings but I can also imagine the discomfort.
Pressing another kiss, this time to the middle of her back, I then turn her over before cradling her in my arms.
There’s a post orgasmic glow on her face that I take a mental picture of. Lazily she wraps her arms around my neck as she curls up against me.
“Okay, so I can be distracted by sex.”
I laugh and so does she.
God, how fucking glorious does it feel to fucking laugh.
“But I would still like to know the truth,” she says softly.
My arms tighten around her. The need to never let go is strong. I rest my head on the top of hers and breathe her in. The scent of sex and jasmine filling my nostrils. It’s always enough to calm the wars wagering inside me.
“I love you, Grace.”
The pad of her finger traces along my lips before she caresses the side of my face. Automatically I lean into her touch. “That’s a truth I’ll never tire of hearing.” She smiles.
“Then I’ll tell you every fucking day how I love you more than the previous.”
“You’re incredibly sweet,” she tells me in a voice that feels like a gentle caress. “But you’re also evading the conversation.”
“Have I told you how much I love that you call me out on my shit?”
“You love everything about me, big guy. And who can blame you?” She teases me and I chuckle. “But I need you to tell me now if they are charging you or not.”
I swallow. Why does it seem so much more threatening and real once I tell her? “They’re charging me with the murder of Chris Townsend.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel it pierce my heart. Her eyes widen with worry. Shifting in my hold she straddles me, holding my face in the palm of her hands.
“On what evidence? Can they even keep you? Will you have a bond set? Have they even questioned you yet?” She demands in rapid fire questions that begin to set her in a panic.
“Baby, breathe with me. Just take a second and breathe,” I instruct her. Taking her hand, I place it over my heart and lead her into a deep breathing exercise. She follows my command and soon before long her panic subsides. I place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “There’s my girl.”
“Oak.” Her voice sounds so torn and heartbroken. And this is exactly what I wanted to prevent. “I don’t want you being taken away from me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Grace.”
“But they’re charging you, Oak.” She worries on her bottom lip.
I know she’s fighting on saying what she really fears.
And hell, I don’t fucking blame her. What have I really proven to dispel it?
And then she finally voices it. “And what if you decide this is the punishment you deserve? What if you decide confessing is what you feel needs to happen?”
“I’m not confessing. I know this is hard to believe,” I say. “But I’m finally forgiving myself for everything. I’m done punishing myself, Grace. And if there is anyone to thank for it, it’s you.”
Tears brim in her eyes. “I’m not to thank for it. You are,” she insists. I shake my head, but she continues. “You need to thank yourself for how far you’ve come. All the battles you’ve faced and survived. The will to keep fighting. The strength to carry on. That’s you, Oak.”
This only convinces me how she was made just for me. My heart fucking swells as emotion clogs my throat.
“And you saw me, Grace. You saw all my faults and self loathing and fought for me anyways. You don’t know what that means to me.”
“I love you, Oak.” The fact that I used to be afraid of those words coming from her lips is a damn fucking shame. Now I don’t want to go a day without hearing them. They give me peace. She gives me peace.
I kiss her because I don’t know what more I can possibly say that will completely encompass how I feel.
Tucking her hair behind her ear I then ask about her. “How are things looking with Nico?”
There’s a light in her eyes that resembles hope. “Our case is really strong. The judge has granted me temporary custody while my mom is unconscious, but Nico is pushing for full custody.”
“And Steven?”
“He tried to intervene, but his case wasn’t as strong as mine. The judge questioned why he was bringing up all these concerns when they were never mentioned once in Connor’s files.”
“But he’s still trying to deny you custody? To prove both you and your mother unfit?”
She nods her head, but she doesn’t look undeterred. Grace will move Heaven and Hell for Connor. There’s nothing that will stand in her way.
I wish I could kill Steven for how long he has stood in her way. For putting her in a position where she was afraid to fight back.
Men like him deserve to burn in hell for eternity.
“I’m not afraid of him anymore, Oak. He no longer has that power over me. This newfound strength I have, you’re the one I have to thank for it.”
“You’ve always been strong, Grace.”
“But not strong enough. Not until I met you.”
“You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit,” I say.
“The very same can be said for you.”
“Then how about this.” I lay her down and wrap her legs around my back. My cock nestles against her pussy. “We bring out the best in each other. How does that sound?”
Her eyes twinkle up at mine. I can drown in the love I see in them.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this woman. All she has to do is simply ask. I will move mountains. Walk through the fiery pits of Hell. Kill every motherfucker that dares to touch her. Make those who ever caused her a tear to face my wrath.
Knowing Grace has made me a better man but loving her has made me a ruthless one.
“I love the sound of that,” she says softly.
“Good.” I kiss the edge of her mouth before trailing kisses down her neck. “Now tell me how much you love me as you sit on my face.”
And she does more than tells me, she screams it.