Chapter 88
The knuckles on his right hand are bandaged now, and that’s two wounds he got today because of me.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not going to do that. You’re not going to apologize. I’d do it again if I had to, if it meant knowing you were okay.”
“You were amazing today.”
“No, you were.”
Sterling’s kisses are … indescribable. As soon as he touches me, everything else falls away, and I wait to follow his lead.
He’s patient, then impassioned, gentle, then overwhelming, but always in control.
If Lucky’s kisses are collaborations, Sterling’s are a journey, where he’s in the driver’s seat.
“I almost abandoned you in there with him.”
“But you didn’t. You stayed.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand?”
How did this happen? It must be a dream.
It has to be.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Sterling is … smiling. At me. It’s beautiful. Shit, did I know he had dimples? They're beautiful. He’s beautiful. I can’t believe I’ve never seen him really smile before.
I never expected this—to be here. I don’t know what to do with my hands, and so they hover aimlessly. Sterling doesn’t have the same problem; he touches everywhere, gripping my hips, my ass, running his fingers down my spine, pressing harder as I gasp into his mouth.
“Please tell me this is real.” I’ve wished for this too many times to believe it.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing. “It’s real. I couldn’t dream of anyone as perfect as you.”
Just to be sure, I keep kissing him. His lips are real. His hands are real … real and strong, carrying me to the bedroom, holding me tight as he sits on the edge. His hair is real, and I slide both of my hands into it to make sure.
God, all this time spent staring at it, trying to stop, wondering how it would feel in my fingers. It’s glorious. Curling around me like it’s trying to hook me, keep me close.
He’s hard in his jeans, a noticeable bulge I want to rub against. I’m getting wet, just thinking about it. The way he’s straining the zip, he’s big. I need him inside of me.
Sterling maps a slow path up my back, searching for my bra and unhooking it, stripping it and my shirt off with one insistent tug. It hits the floor, somewhere—I don’t care—and he pulls back, his breath exploding out of him, cupping my breasts in both hands.
“Oh,” I moan, my pulse hammering in my throat while he teases both of my nipples to hardness with his thumbs. Each stroke is a straight shot of pleasure down my spine.
He licks his lips. “Fuck, Mia, you’re incredible.”
Then he ducks down, takes one in his mouth, sucking as I arch back.
I grind down, but our pants are in the way, and I can’t get close enough, can’t get the friction I need. I reach between us, getting both of our zips undone before I’m thwarted.
I whine into his mouth, and he flips us over.
I can’t wait anymore, and I push insistently at his jeans until he takes over, hooking his thumbs under his boxers and taking it all off. I try to catch a glimpse of him, but he’s already back, taking care of my pants as well.
Then it’s nothing but skin on fantastic skin.
All the while, Sterling keeps kissing me—as he strips off my underwear, as he rolls on the condom, as he pushes inside.
His hands find mine, fingers slip between mine, raising my hands above my head as he leans down and kisses down my neck. The scratch of the bandage reminds me how close I came to something awful happening.
“I can’t believe you fought him. What were you thinking?”
“He went after you. I wasn’t thinking.” He presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “I’d rather it be me than you.”
“Don’t say that.”
His cock is hard and hot against my stomach, and I rock up into it, into him, loving the trail of pre-cum he leaves on my skin. Marking me. I want to be covered in it.
I circle my thumb through a pearl of pre-cum, rubbing it around the head.
He moans, low, his hips twitching. “I mean it; you’re not alone anymore, and I care what happens to you, okay? If you care about me—”
“You know I do.” And, yes, I do know now.
“Then you have to keep yourself safe too.”
It’s not only Hal I see threatening him; it’s the leader, his crew, every gun pointed at Sterling’s face while he stared back, cold and determined.
“Being a hero is only sexy if you survive.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are. Now prove it. I need you to fuck me.”
With a growl so deep that I feel it vibrate in my bones, he grasps at my hips and pulls me back onto his cock. Over and over, hard and deep. Moans spill from my lips, punched-out little sounds I can’t control, and I hook my ankles behind his back, urging him on. Neither of us can get close enough.
Fuck, he’s so deep, and I still want more.
“That’s it, Mia. Let me hear you.”
I scream as I come, the sound ripped out of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard without doing it myself, so of course, it was Sterling who made it happen.
My orgasm is answered with his own, and I hate my heart for stuttering when he pulls away, putting distance between us to get rid of the condom.
He’ll leave now, right? We both finished, and now he’s—oh, slipping under the covers, pulling me close. My nerves settle.
Sterling props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. A damp curl falls over his temple, but I don’t dare touch it. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.
“I don’t do this lightly, you know. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I tried to stop—you were with someone, and we work together—but you have to be honest with me; you have to tell me if this isn’t serious for you because I …”
I brush my lips against his. “That’s not something you ever have to worry about.
I … I tried too. Tried everything I could to not want you.
I told myself it was just a crush, that it would fade over time, but it hasn’t.
I can’t be anything but serious about this because it’s all I’ve wanted since I met you. ”
“Good,” he says, kissing me. “Because I want to be here when you wake up tomorrow, and I’m going to keep wanting to be with you until you tell me to stop.”
“You’ll be waiting a while,” I say, smiling.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
* * *
And they lived happily ever after.
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