Chapter 31
thirty-one
We say our goodbyes to the Bayou Reapers, thanking them for their help and generosity over the past week.
They didn’t have to listen to my side of things when it came to the congressman.
They could have easily taken the money and let him have me.
But they’re proven to be more honorable men than that, and I’d almost say I’m grateful to know them.
Well, most of them anyway. I’m glad to be leaving before I have to put a fucking bullet in Axel’s head for the way his eyes linger on Kelsea.
Helo gets us home in record time, and before I know it, we’re walking through the front doors of the townhouse like the last few days haven’t turned each of our worlds upside down.
Rory disappears to her room almost immediately.
I know she’s got a lot going on in her head right now, but I’m hopeful she’ll talk to us if she needs to.
“I feel like I could sleep for a month,” Kelsea says, lugging our bags into my room as I shuffle behind her. I feel stronger now, like my body is finally healing. But the exhaustion that fills my bones is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Right there with you, babe,” I say, tossing my jacket onto the chair in the corner of my room. I sit on the edge of the bed, kicking off my shoes as the throbbing in my abdomen eases when I relax.
“I should really shower. My hair is disgusting and I don’t even want to think about how I smell,” Kelsea complains, running her hands through her hair lightly. Standing, I make my way to her, pulling her into my arms.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, my free hand grasps the back of her neck gently.
I lean into her, running my nose up the column of her neck, eliciting a groan from her as goosebumps sprout across her skin.
Her sweet almond scent explodes in my lungs, saturating my tissues in all things Kelsea. “Fucking delicious, goddess.”
“Stop it. Don’t wind me up when you know we can’t do anything about it,” Kelsea says, and edge of aching in her voice.
“Hey, I made the flight just fine, didn’t it? As long as I can sit down, I’m all good, baby.” Shooting her my irresistible smirk, she seems to be considering it carefully before a salacious smile splits her lips.
Sliding her hand into mine, she pulls me behind her into the bathroom.
After turning on the shower, she faces me and grabs the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.
She’s careful to avoid the healing wound on my abdomen.
Even though Doc removed the stitches before we left, it’s still tender.
As my shirt hits the floor next to her, she drops to her knees.
The sight of this temptress on her knees in front of me blows my fucking mind.
Blood immediately rushes to my cock, making me feel lightheaded and dazed.
“What are you doing, Kelsea?” I ask, smiling down at her. She could tell me she plans on slicing me open and letting me bleed out on this floor, and I’d let her do it.
“Whatever I want to do,” she smirks back at me.
Sliding her hands up my thighs, her fingers burn a path across my skin that I can feel even through the material of my sweats.
Gripping the waistband, she tugs them down my legs, her eyes blazing when she realizes I’m completely bare underneath.
Her tongue darts out, swiping across her bottom lip and I grow even harder at the sight.
“I’ve been dying to do this for days,” she breathes.
Knowing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her lights a fire underneath my skin.
That perfect tongue lashes out at me, swiping across the overly sensitive head of my cock.
She wraps her lips around my shaft, bobbing her head tentatively at first just to tease me.
I wrap her silky black hair around my hand, gently pushing deeper into her throat.
She swallows me down, taking me as far into the heat of her mouth as she can without gagging.
“Fuuuuuuck, Kels. I’ve missed this.” I shudder, her movements speeding up vigorously as my head falls back.
Her hands come up to grip my thighs, fingers digging in to the muscles.
Like a shot of heroin straight to the fucking balls, she rakes her nails down my thighs, pain and pleasure melding together into one bolt of heat.
The base of my spine tingles, my skin flushing as my cock thickens between her lips.
Before the wave of my orgasm can pull me under, I pull her off of me, holding my hand down for her to stand.
Her lip juts out slightly, an adorable pout gracing her face.
“Well, that was rude. I was enjoying myself,” she smirks.
“I’m gonna make sure you get what you need, baby.
But you’re a little overdressed.” I pull her hips flush with mine.
She attempts to hold her body apart from mine, cautious of my injuries.
I can play a hands-off game, if that’s what she wants.
Releasing her, I step onto the cool tile of the shower floor.
“You don’t wanna hurt me. I get it. I don’t have to touch your perfect body to push you over the edge, goddess. ”
Curiosity sparks in the eyes, her lips tilting up in a sexy grin. “What do you have in mind?” She asks.
I move to the far side of the massive walk-in shower. Taking a seat on the stone bench that lines one wall, I grip my rigid shaft, giving myself a few lazy strokes. “Strip,” I command.
She shivers at the authority in my tone.
I may not be at my full potential physically right now, but I can still command her body.
She slips her black leggings down her curvy hips, a flash of hot pink lace barely visible beneath the hem of my t-shirt she’s wearing.
Her fingers grip the edge of the fabric, but I hold up a hand to stop her.
“Wait. Just… wait,” I tell her, taking a minute to just soak her in.
My eyes trail from the tips of her toes, up her tanned legs, across the scalloped trim of her lace panties, not stopping until I meet her beautiful blues.
Confidence exudes off her in waves, one of the countless things I love most about her.
Where some women might try to cover up under such scrutiny, she pushes her shoulders back, the cotton of my favorite t-shirt stretching tightly across her tits.
Her beauty is such a small thing compared to the fire in her soul.
“See something you like?” She smirks.
I can only nod back as I think about everything that brought us to this moment.
I never imagined a soul like mine would find a place to feel at peace, never even dreamed of it.
But Kelsea swept through my life with her unfailing belief in the goodness of people, her selfless way of accepting even the worst parts of me.
She showed me that even the most fragmented hearts can still be worthy of love.
“Can I take this off now?” She lifts the corner of her t-shirt, and I nod.
Slipping it over her head, the matching hot pink bra assaults my vision, making my cock ache almost painfully. “Damn, goddess. I swear you are hot fucking pink in a sea of black and white.”
She smiles back at me, stepping into the shower just out of my reach.
Precum leaks from my swollen crown. I stroke myself slowly, drawing this out as long as I possibly can.
If I could shut the rest of the world out forever and spend the rest of my days worshipping her body, I would.
Her delicate hands come up to cup her breasts and my cock jerks in my hand.
She toys with her nipples through the fabric, a small gasp falling from her lips.
“Come here,” I demand, and she obeys. Water splashes around our feet as she walks towards me.
I spread my legs, and she comes to a stop between my knees, her hands coming down on my shoulders.
Sliding my palms over her luscious ass, I pull her closer to me.
Nipping at her skin through the lace, her nipples pebble as she sucks in a breath.
I slip the straps off her shoulders and reach around to unhook the clasp of her bra.
She slides it down her arms, tossing it onto the shower floor.
My hands grips her hips as I take one stiff peak into my mouth.
Her fingers tangle into my hair, nails scraping across my scalp.
The feeling makes my balls ache, heat prickling across my skin as steam fills the air around us.
“We have to be careful, Ev. I don’t want to hurt you,” she says, her hips writhing on their own accord.
“The only way you could hurt me is by taking this beautiful body away from me, Kelsea. I’m fine, I swear.” I assure her. My fingers hook into the lace of her panties and I move to rip them from her body, but she stills my hands.
“If you keep shredding all my lingerie, I’m gonna end up with nothing to wear,” she laughs.
“Oh, that’s the plan, baby,” I grin up at her and she rolls her eyes.
“Not this one, it’s my lucky set,” she says, sliding them down her hips and kicking them behind her.
I drag her lips to mine, unable to wait another second to taste her.
Her tongue swipes across my bottom lip, searching for mine.
Her kiss is all-consuming, so aggressively Kelsea, and I love it.
She takes from me everything she can to satisfy her needs.
My hand snakes down her body, softly skating over the velvety smooth skin at the apex of her thighs.
I tease her, slowly dragging my fingers back and forth along her slick folds, but not touching the one spot she wants me to the most.
“Already so fucking wet for me, goddess,” I groan against her mouth.
“Well, yeah. We’re in the shower,” she jokes, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
I smack her ass sharply. A satisfying wet slap echoes through the air, followed by a delectable moan falling from her lips. I drag my fingers through her wetness, circling her clit and increasing the pressure until she’s shaking in my arms.
“You can’t lie to me, Kelsea. I know this is all for me, baby,” I push two fingers deeper inside her, using my thumb to stroke her clit.
She lets out a strangled moan as her breaths come in pants.
I pick up the pace, her body writhing against me as she rides my fingers.
“Come for me. Now,” I command, and her inner walls clamp down tightly on my fingers as she releases a silent scream.
I support her weight as she comes down from the high, control slowly seeping back into her limbs. “So responsive, goddess. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” I tell her, kissing a trail across her chest and collarbone.
“Are you-” she struggles to catch her breath and I grin, knowing I’m the one who did that to her. “Are you okay?” She asks.
“Me? I think I should be more concerned about you, babe. I’m breathing just fine,” I laugh and she rolls her eyes.
She moves to rest her knees on the bench, straddling me. My dick perks to life and the feeling of her sliding her drenched pussy over my shaft. She grinds down against me and I see stars. Everything about this woman drives me fucking insane.
“I have to feel you. I can’t wait anymore,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “Put me inside that sweet pussy, goddess.”
She rises up onto her knees, gripping my length with her delicate hands and lining me up at her entrance.
Gripping her hips, I lower her down onto me, taking pleasure in every flutter of her muscles clenching around me.
Once she’s taken me as deeply as she can, the backs of her thighs resting against the tops of mine, I hold her there for a few long moments.
My hands grip the sides of her neck, tilting her head down until we lock eyes.
Her sapphire eyes bore into mine, spiraling into me until she’s so deeply saturated into my soul, I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
“Tell me you love me, Kelsea.” I say.
“Of course I love you, Ev,” she replies with a soft smile. “So much it scares me sometimes.”
“I know the feeling,” I say, pulling her into a searing kiss as I encourage her to move.
I guide her hips up slightly and she takes the reins.
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she rides me.
I can already feel the adrenaline racing through my veins, shocks of electricity building at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So perfect riding me like this.”
My encouragement spurs her on and she speeds up. My balls draw up tighter, my orgasm barreling towards me. I have to take her with me over this cliff. Slipping my hand between us, I draw fast circles around her clit and she clenches me even tighter. “Oh god, Ev. Don’t stop,” she moans.
“Faster, goddess. I’m gonna come,” I tell her, my jaw clenching and relaxing in rhythm with her movements.
She speeds up and my vision blurs. Sparks shoot up my spine as I unleash jet after jet of my cum into her tight heat.
She clenches around me so tightly, her orgasms crashing over her only a moment later.
My abdomen aches from exertion, but I don’t care to move her off of me.
The feeling of her wrapped in my arms is too good, too right.
I don’t want to sever it yet. She rests her forehead against my shoulder as her breathing evens out.
I trace my fingers up and down her spine, the calming sound of the water running in the background almost enough to lull me to sleep.
An unexpected thought enters my mind, and before I can consider the consequences, the words come tumbling out of my mouth.
“Marry me, Kelsea.”