Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
NAV
Please.
The word ripped through me. When she said that, I wanted to give her anything she asked for. But I couldn’t. She didn’t actually want me.
He seems content enough with me…
Trading sex for food doesn’t bother me.
Better me than any of you.
She wanted safety for herself and her friends.
“We don’t need to start over,” I said. “Tonight, Belak and I will bring more supplies to the dock. Tomorrow, when your family returns, you can go with them. Belak and I can keep moving supplies to the dock until—”
She ran down the steps, her expression filled with fear. She didn’t slow when she neared, but collided with my chest. I dropped the shovel to catch her.
“No,” she said against my skin. “I don’t want to leave. Please don’t make me leave.”
I sighed.
“We can find a vehicle for you to drive, if you—”
She reached up and covered my mouth.
“This isn’t about me being afraid of the water, Nav. I don’t want to leave you. Do you think I’ll ever find another man who’s as obsessed with going down on me as you are?”
The thought of anyone else licking her was a punch to the gut.
“I want to stay with you. Yes, I wasn’t really willing at first. But can you blame me for the misunderstanding? You said you wanted females for sex, Nav.”
I frowned, knowing that’s not what I said, but she continued to cover my mouth.
“Please give me a chance. I am willing now. Very, very willing.”
I froze, unsure I was understanding her correctly.
“No trading for anything. No tricks to keep you from looking for my family. Just me really wanting to have sex with you.” She studied me for a long moment, then slowly removed her hand.
“I can’t stop you from getting rid of me.
You’re too fast and strong for that. But I’m asking you to just think about it, okay?
Me. You. Sweaty and naked in the living room as we make each other really, really happy. ”
She stood on her toes and kissed my chin.
“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.
It took a moment to find my voice. I was still picturing us in the living room.
“Pink.”
Her lips curved into a soft smile.
“I think I have something pink you might enjoy. Come inside when you’re ready to see it.”
Fisting my hands at my sides, I watched her go inside.
Pink? Did she really mean—
“You are lucky, brother,” Belak mused, stepping around the side of the house. “I hope I can find a female who is willing as quickly as your Arena.”
“She is not willing,” I said.
He gave the house a curious glance as he joined me.
“I think she is. She already explained why she misunderstood you. How many times have we misunderstood females? She offered to let you enjoy her pink part. If she was not willing, she would have offered excuses instead.”
I shook my head. “Even if she offers herself, she is not truly willing. Her family came to the docks. I heard what she said to them. She said she will trade her body for food and safety.”
Belak sighed and crossed his arms.
“What will you do?”
“Return her to her family tomorrow. Tonight, you and I can go—“
The door opened suddenly.
“No, you’re not, Nav,” Arena said, looking upset. “You said you wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t willing to do. Well, I’m not willing to leave you. Are you going to force me?”
An uncomfortable knot formed in my stomach at the thought, and I shook my head.
“Good. Then I’m not going anywhere today, tomorrow, or any time in the near future. Now, are you going to come inside or stay out here with Belak?”
“He will come inside,” Belak said.
“Thank you, Belak.”
She turned around and went back in.
“We both know I cannot take what she is offering,” I said, looking at Belak.
“You’re a fool not to,” Belak said with a shrug. “I will start moving supplies to the dock.”
“Wait. We need to remove the infected first. Start with the ones around the fence; then begin clearing houses. If she stays until the weather warms…”
He nodded. “Say no more. I will not return tonight.”
I clapped him on the shoulder and watched him leave before making my way to the house. Arena sat at the table, staring down at her hands, and jumped to her feet when I entered.
The emotions that flickered in her gaze were sad ones.
“You do not need to pay for anything with your body,” I said again. “I will get you whatever you need—”
“I need you.”
“I will not force you to leave. If you wish to stay, I will keep you safe.”
Her expression shifted again, her brow furrowing. She crossed the room, took one of my hands in both of hers, and used it to lead me to a chair.
“Sit,” she said.
Even as I wondered why, I obeyed. She straddled my lap and cupped my face.
“I’m sorry.” She kissed my chin. “I’m sorry.” She kissed my jaw, sending a tingle of awareness through me. “I’m sorry.”
Her lips skimmed my throat, and I quickly gripped her wrists and tugged them from me.
When I met her gaze, her eyes flooded with tears. Panic speared me. I quickly released her wrists and rubbed them.
“I apologize. I was too rough. I—”
Her mouth on mine cut off the rest of my words. The way her tongue brushed my bottom lip made my knees weak. I knew I shouldn’t—that I should let her go—but I didn’t have the strength to push her away. I wanted her too much.
Groaning, I gripped her arms, locking her in place, and deepened the kiss.
She made sweet little excited sounds that removed any remaining hesitation. I stood with her and moved to the living room, devouring her mouth. As soon as her back touched the mattress, she withdrew from the kiss and ran her hands down my chest.
“Can we try something different this time?” she asked.
I nodded. We could try anything she wanted.
“Take off your pants.”
I had them off before she even removed her top, and I watched with a heated gaze as she knelt and removed each layer. Need pooled in my gut when she was finally bare. She held out a hand to me, drawing me back to the mattress.
Helpless to resist, I lay beside her. Her hands smoothed over my chest and down my stomach.
I fisted my hands to stop myself from reaching for her as she leaned in, her gaze fixed on my hard length.
Her exhales against my head shattered my resolve, and I found my fingers tangled in her hair as I gently guided her closer.
My heart hammered in anticipation.
“Tell me you want me to stay,” she murmured.
“I never want you to leave,” I said, watching her tongue dart out to taste me. The air left my lungs with a rasp.
“Tell me I can have this tonight.”
“It’s yours,” I promised.
“Inside of me, Nav. I want to feel all of this inside of me tonight.”
I swallowed hard, understanding what she was asking.
“Tell me you are not trading your body,” I said. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
“More.”
The heat of her mouth enveloped me, and all coherent thought left. Each flick of her tongue and gentle suction brought me closer to a release I fought to resist. I never wanted this to end.
Her fingers teased my ballsack at the same time she drew me deep.
I lost the fragile hold on my restraint.
With a grunt, I came. She swallowed hard, milking me with her mouth and intensifying my release.
I couldn’t let go of her head as I emptied into her sweet mouth again and again, each swallow demanding more from me.
Holding her there, I continued to empty into her warm mouth until she’d extracted every last drop.
Breathing hard and desperate to taste her, I rolled us.
“My turn,” I said.
As she panted for air, I spread her wide and licked her from end to end. Her startled yelp only fed my hunger.
“Wait…I…”
She made a small happy sound as I eased a finger into her wet channel and did not speak again. I licked her slowly, savoring her taste, and curled my finger to find that spot she liked touched, needing her to come quickly.
The sounds she made grew louder until she cried out and spasmed around my finger. I added a second one while she was still shaking, not removing my mouth. If she wanted to feel me inside of her, she would need to take three with ease.
She started to mumble again. I lifted one of her legs to hook her knee over my shoulder. She brought the other one to my back as well. I growled at the feel of her heels pressing into me, driving me deeper. She cried out a second time, her slick channel convulsing.
“Please, Nav. I need you inside of me.”
“Not yet,” I said against her clit.
A leg lifted.
A heel settled onto my collarbone and pushed me away from between her legs.
“You keep sucking on my clit like that and fun time will be over,” she said, her words slurred and her face flushed. “Get on your back, and let me lay on top of you for a while.”
I grunted, understanding her need for a small break, and quickly cuddled her on top of me.
However, Arena didn’t lie still. She wiggled lower, and I felt the wet kiss of her folds against the head of my cock.
I hissed out a breath and grabbed her hips to keep her from wiggling more.
“Nav.” She kissed my nipple, sending a jolt through me. “Let go of my hips.”
I did. Reluctantly.
She pressed her hands on my chest and lifted herself up. Her hips briefly left mine, then settled directly on my hard length.
My hands locked on her hips again.
“Don’t move,” I warned her.
“I’m moving.”
“No. Don’t.”
She moved. A wet slide from tip to base and up again. The warning tingle started low.
“Wait,” I gritted out, trying to keep her still.
“Am I hurting you?” She lifted her hips off of me and reached between us. “Let me help.”
She gripped my length, angling upward, and sank onto it. The tight squeeze of her channel around my head undid me. With a groan, I came.
“Perfect timing,” she said over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears.
She pressed down, sinking another inch with each new jet I shot into her channel.
“Oh. Wow. This is a lot.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t warn her to stop. That she needed more orgasms to make it feel good. And I couldn’t pull her off of me either. I’d rather cut off my own hands.
Instead, all I could do was help slow her descent so she didn’t hurt herself.