Chapter 30 #2
Tex shook his head, but I gripped his chin as I snapped my hips forward. His mouth dropped open as his eyes rolled back.
Perfection.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
Tex whimpered but nodded.
“Not good enough. I want to hear it.” Heat radiated down my spine, and my toes curled as the pleasure built to new heights.
“I... I trust... you.” Tex’s words were slurred as I continued to own every inch of him.
A smile graced my face, and I felt lighter than ever. As if I could take on a thousand bullets and still live. Irrational, but maybe that was what love did to people.
I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling of Tex. In everything that he was. “Then trust I will put you back together.”
As if my words were a wrecking ball, the dam broke, and tears slid down Tex’s cheeks.
He took in a shuddering breath before a scream left him.
I tightened my arms around Tex and continued to thrust. Tex’s fingers curled around my forearms as if he was holding on for dear life.
I didn’t stop, and he didn’t ask me to. His tears fell freely, and I gave him the moment to do so.
Piece by piece, he shattered in my arms. His cries became hoarse, and his body went lax.
Tex was an ugly crier but when I was the cause of his tears, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. He tried to hide his face, but I wasn’t having any of that.
I kissed him and pressed our foreheads together before pulling back and grabbing his hips in a bruising grip.
Pain trickled in where my bullet wound lay.
I promptly ignored it. Nothing in this world could get me to stop.
I picked up the pace and changed the angle just slightly.
Tex’s hoarse moans filled the room. I pounded into him.
Making sure his mind, body, soul, and heart knew I owned all of Tex.
“Cum for me,” I demanded as ecstasy licked up my spine.
Tex’s body tightened around me, sucking me in further, making it harder to pull out. I groaned as he dragged out my climax. I buried myself as deep as I could, wanting to mark every inch of Tex.
Spots danced in my vision as I remembered how to breathe. Bliss tried to drag me down, but I pushed through. My cock slipped free of Tex, and he fell face-first into the bed. I turned him over, still riding the high of my climax. I kissed each of his eyes and then his forehead.
I had no words that would make everything right. I couldn’t tell him to get over seeing his friend die or even the betrayal. Everyone processed things differently. However, what I could do was be there every time he needed to break apart.
“I love you.”
Tex blinked up at me, and I wiped some of the tears away. “Yeah? Will you still love me when I fuck up?”
There was no need to think about it. “I thought I made myself clear.” I wrapped one hand around his throat and the other around his cock.
Tex sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, no doubt sensitive after cumming back to back.
“You’re mine. You’ve had your moment of freedom. You will never escape me again.”
Tex stared at me for a long while before his lips tilted up in a smile. “Freedom? I was on the fucking run.”
I hummed and let him go. My arms fell to my side as I took in a slow, measured breath. The pleasure and need for Tex overruled everything, but now the pain was slowly trickling in. There was warmth where my bullet wound lay that I knew wasn’t sweat.
“What’s wrong?” Tex asked.
How had he known? I normally didn’t let anything show on my face. Pain shot through me, and all other thoughts slipped away.
“Idiot,” Tex growled as he moved closer to inspect the blood seeping through the bandages.
Cupping his face, I smoothed out the tension between his brows. “I’m fine.”
Tex rolled his eyes. “I’m calling Melony now.”
I grabbed him and pulled him forward until he fell back on top of me. “No need.” I buried my face in his neck and sighed as every muscle in my body relaxed. “I have you.”
“Sweet but stupid. You were shot.”
“Great observational skills. No wonder you became a cop.”
“Enzo.” Tex pulled himself up. “Now isn’t the time to make stupid jokes, you asshole. At least take off the bandage and let me see.”
I didn’t get the sense I was going to get out of it. I slipped free from the bed and headed toward the bathroom with Tex two steps behind me.
Ringing pierced the air, and Tex glanced at his phone. His shoulders bunched, and a look of dread came over his face.
“Answer it tomorrow.”
Tex shook his head. “I can’t. It’s already been two days. A text isn’t exactly excusable.”
His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he wanted to go to work. They were going to eat him alive. I’d be damned if I allowed anyone to hurt what was mine.
“Tomorrow morning,” I said.
Tex looked up from the phone but before he could argue, I grabbed him and yanked him close. His hand collided with the bullet wound, and I hissed in pain but didn’t allow him to pull back.
“I will not share you with anyone. Right now, you’re all mine. Tomorrow you can go to work and bring Penelope home.”
Tex’s shoulders dropped. “I should at least send a message.”
I shook my head and snatched the phone away. “You told them you were lying low to hide from the Vitales. What’s another day?”
“Okay.”
Tex let out a shuddering breath. I wanted nothing more than to hide him away from the world. If I did that, I risked losing what made Tex him.
The trickle of blood down my torso let me know the wound had opened up. I groaned and grabbed my phone.
“What are you doing?” Tex asked.
“Calling Melony.”
He pulled back, and his eyes widened at the sight of the blood-soaked bandages. “Idiot, I knew it.”
I tuned Tex out as he started to curse at me. His hands waved around as he pointed out how stupid I was. My lips twitched as I fought back a smile.
“Wow, that’s a record, Enzo. Normally, it’s Giancarlo I have to visit multiple times for an injury. Can it wait, or you need me now?”
Tex yanked the phone out of my hand before I could answer.
“This dumbass opened it up. The bandages are soaked.” Tex left the bathroom, talking to Melony. He poked his head back into the bathroom. “Sit the hell down.”
I didn’t argue. It felt nice to be taken care of. I sat down and relaxed as Tex grabbed whatever Melony told him to. My eyes closed for a second. Warm fingers brushed along my flesh, drawing me out of the bliss I was basking in.
Blinking, I found Tex wiping away the blood around my wound. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated. “Melony said you opened it a little, but there’s no need for her to restitch it.”
I gave a curt nod and let him continue to clean the blood up and rebandage me.
“Need a pain pill?”
“Maybe later.” I stood up once he was done, watching him as he cleaned up. He even grabbed the sanitized wipes and wiped everything down.
“I’ll order us something to eat unless you want my cooking.”
“Your cooking is far deadlier than any bullet wound.” Tex could make a sandwich, but anything else was a toss-up.
Laughter filled the room as Tex pushed me toward the bed. “Yeah, I know.”
I got into the bed and groaned as the ache settled in further. Tex’s mouth opened before he closed it.
“What?” I asked.
“You missed Pen too?”
I grunted and got comfortable. The fur ball was important to Tex.
And I might have missed hearing his bell or even the resounding purr he let out anytime he sat on Tex’s chest. Or when I pet him the way he was supposed to be petted.
Tex was much too gentle. Pen enjoyed it when I didn’t hold back, rubbing up against me and looking up at me with those big, soft eyes.
“Go get food.”
Tex’s face lit up. “Oh, you did. I can’t wait to tell him.”
“Just bring him home.” If Penelope was there, I knew for certain Tex wasn’t going anywhere.