Chapter 37 #2
I’m not even paying much attention to the movie.
My mind is filled with everything that has happened in the month that Ev has been back in my life.
It seems like so much longer than a month.
Even if he wasn’t with Rune and me physically, I never let him go.
And now, he’s here. We’re a family. And all this time, he was just ten minutes down the road from me.
How we never ran into each other is surprising but with his hectic schedule and my hermit crab tendencies I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Rune’s soft snores tell me he’s asleep, and soon after, Ev walks through the door. Coming over to us, he lays a kiss to my forehead then he cradles Rune in his arms, the arms that always seem to catch me, and he carries our son to his new room.
When he comes back, I am folding the blanket that Rune and I were snuggled in, and Ev comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck and hitting my ticklish spot.
“Now to take care of my woman.” His tone is suggestive that I am going to be coming multiple times tonight.
I rub my butt against his hardening dick, and he lets out a groan. “Okay, okay, before that, we actually need to talk about something. Are you on the pill or shot, or do I need to wear a condom? Because I can’t continue to pull out. You feel too fucking good.”
Right. I guess we do need to talk about this.
Nerves fill my chest, and I can feel my heart pounding, but not in a good way. My last secret.
“Ev…” He lifts my chin from where it has fallen and meets my eyes, his laced with concern.
“What is it?”
“When Rune was born, I had a hemorrhage. I told you that. But they couldn’t stop the bleeding, despite all the medications they gave me.
The only way to save my life was to… They had to remove my uterus.
” I look up into his wide green eyes. He’s processing what I’m saying.
“I can’t have any more kids, Ev. I’m so sorry. I know you wanted a big family.”
I can’t stop the tears that fall from my eyes.
I can see the flash of loss in his eyes. He’s so expressive with those pale-green eyes, and right now I hate it. I hate that I can see the future he thought we could have taken from him.
His jaw tenses, he inhales and then lets it go, closing his eyes. He’s fighting to accept the fact that he will never have what he has always wanted—a big family—and coming to terms with what his new reality is, just Rune and me.
He kisses my cheek, where a tear had paused its descent down my face.
“It’s okay. You and Rune are enough.”
“Ev, you could be with someone who could give you a big fam—”
“Stop, Leo. Stop thinking you aren’t everything I have ever wanted. Stop thinking that I won't choose you. I will always choose you, pretty bird. Always. You are enough. Rune is enough.”
“But—” I try to protest.
“But nothing. I will not allow you to run from me again because you think you know what's best for me. You are what's best for me, Leo Phoenix, and I’ll be damned if you try to run from that. And if you do, I will find you. I will always find you.”
I am speechless, so I just nod.
“Now. Time to prove Gage wrong. I have a perfectly proportioned dick to my height.”
I giggle, and he scoops me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me into his room.
His bed is large and luxurious. His soft gray sheets are already pulled back, and he lays me on the bed, his thighs straddling my hips.
“What’s your safe word, pretty bird?”
“Phoenix,” I whisper with anticipation.
“Good girl.” He reaches down and grabs my right wrist and places a gentle kiss to the soft, delicate skin. Then places it above my head, wrapping a leather cuff around it. Where the hell did those come from?
“What—”
“Shhh. I got you.” His voice is coated in desire.
Then he takes my left wrist and does the same.
I give a tug once they’re both secured, but it’s pointless.
Then he lifts my shirt, pushing it up over my belly, then my breasts, finally using it to cover my eyes.
With my hands useless and my sight gone, I feel every breath against my skin.
The smell of his leather and cinnamon is heightened, and his touch…
God, his touch is like fireworks dancing across my skin. Awakening my senses.
His smooth voice turns dangerous, deeper, rougher. “What do you feel, Leo?” he whispers in my ear.
I try to clear the fog of lust and focus on all the sensations around me. “The sheets, they’re…silky.”
“Hmmm,” he moans. “And?” His whispers tickle over my neck this time.
He begins to pull my jeans and panties down, the cold air to my center sending shivers racing across my legs, down to my toes.
“I-I, umm… The cuffs… They dig into my wrists, pinch a bit.” The sensation isn’t necessarily painful, but it’s noticeable.
He spreads my legs with his hands. They’re warm on my knees, and I feel each callous graze my skin.
“Good.” A raspy growl comes from his throat, and I feel it on my center. He’s silent as he moves, and I didn’t even realize he was already that close to my clit. Holy shit.
I begin to squirm beneath him, chasing his tongue with my hips, but I can’t see him.
But then I feel him. I feel his wet, warm lips kissing my scars.
From my belly to my thighs, he kisses each one, and then my cesarean scar…
He traces it with his fingertips as he descends to my pussy.
He is done with the teasing. He nips and sucks with an animalistic fervor, and my head rolls back with a loud, reverent moan.
“Everett!”
“That’s it, pretty bird. Sing for me.”
And I do.
He worships me with his tongue while I worship him with my voice, and then I’m melting, burning, combusting with my release all over his tongue.
“Fuck, Leo,” he pants.
Then next thing I know, he is inside me, in one brutal thrust. I couldn’t see it coming, didn’t even hear him remove his pants, and the sensation is undeniably the most exhilarating experience I have ever had.
He thrusts hard, once, twice, and then flips me by my hips and yanks them up so my breasts and face are in his pillow and my wrists are crossed now.
My shirt still blocks my sight, but I can feel his hands leaving punishing bruises to my soft hips.
And then he thrusts back inside, hitting so deep it makes me cry out in pain, in pleasure, in ecstasy.
I whimper each time he slams into me. He is brutal, unforgiving, relentless in the pursuit of my orgasm.
My sweet gentleman turns into a dark devil when he is between my thighs, and I go feral for it.
My orgasm claims me just as this man did, fast and all consuming. And as I spasm around him, he roars out and releases with one last thrust. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me up.
“Your cunt is so fucking greedy, milking me dry, pretty bird.”
Words are barely registering in my head as my body becomes liquid and I collapse into the soft mattress and pillows. I feel him release my wrists from the cuffs then pull my shirt the rest of the way off.
I watch his perfectly sculpted body walk to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth. His touch is incredibly gentle as he cleans me up. You would never think that this man was the same one who just ravished me with brutal hands and filthy words.
When he comes back from putting the washcloth away, he covers me in his warm blankets and slips in behind me.
His warm chest to my cool back is like a salve to all the pain and trauma that mars my mind and body.
With thoughts of him and our family, I drift to sleep wrapped up in my Ev, where I was always meant to be.