Chapter 11
Theo
I carry Holland into my bedroom and gently place her on my bed. On the island, I told myself it was just sex. That only my body was involved. After we returned, I knew why I was lying to myself. I have to protect Holland from the pain that lives in my world.
“Let me,” she says, reaching for my tie. She undoes it and lets it hang loose around my neck. “You looked so hot and sexy in this.”
“Want me to leave it on?”
“No.” She shrugs the jacket from my shoulders. “We’re going to get messy so brace yourself.”
I push her dress up to her waist. “Very messy,” I agree. Her panties are flimsy and quickly discarded. “Are you…”
She blushes. “I stay wet almost every time I’m in your presence.”
“Almost? I’ll have to work at it, so it becomes every time you’re in my presence.” I stroke my finger between her legs. “I love how you quiver when I touch you. And the way your eyes darken. I love how you say my name when you’re begging.”
I lift my finger to my mouth and pull it between my lips. “I love the way you taste.”
“Theo,” she says huskily.
“I also love how your hips twist when you can’t take it anymore and you want to come so badly.”
I get in place between her legs.
“Your shirt,” she says, gasping when I kiss her clit.
“I’ll buy another.” I run my tongue across her.
She moans softly.
“My impatient woman. I’m just getting started and you’re already making noise?”
“It’s your fault you’re so good at it.”
“You’re right. I’ll take the blame for making you come. And come.” I take a long taste of her sweetness. “Such a good girl for being so wet for me.”
“I try,” she says.
I laugh softly and take another taste. “Is my scruff too much for you?”
“No, I like how rough it feels.”
“Then I’ll grow it out to my knees like a gnome.”
Holland laughs. “If you’re trying to get me to come, you’re way off base cracking jokes.”
“Do you think I don’t know where your home base is?” I take her clit between my fingers and gently tug. “See? Did you enjoy it when I took this in my mouth?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I press my tongue down in the center of her clit, then flick it. “Am I home, honey?” I tease.
“Theo,” she says through clenched teeth.
“Yes, dear?”
“Behave.”
“But if I behave, you don’t get this.” I thrust my tongue into her, curling it to hit just the right spot. Her ass lifts up from the bed.
“Oh…yes!”
“I’m going to take you hard and fast tonight and eat you like I’m starving.”
“Don’t hold back,” she says.
And I don’t. I’m all over her, touching and teasing, sucking and thrusting my fingers and tongue into her simultaneously.
Her hands bunch the blanket first, then the sides of her dress, and finally tangle in my hair. “Yes, yes…taste me…finger me…go…go….”
With a loud cry, she shatters, her body jerking against my mouth. As she comes, she pumps herself on my tongue and I thrust deep, taking all she has to give.
“How…how…” she pants.
I stroke her clit.
“I can’t…”
“You can. You will.”
She moans, the sound guttural as her abdomen tightens.
“That’s the way. What a good girl giving it to me again. Now you get the dick, just the way you like it.”
I stand and strip then settle between her legs. She wraps them around my waist.
“Make my muscles feel you tomorrow when I walk,” she whispers in my ear. “I want you to see me knowing that you wore me out, that your cock owned me. That’s it. Harder. Deeper.”
I thrust into her, but I’m keeping careful pace despite what she said. I don’t want to hurt her.
“You can do it harder than that,” she says nipping me on the side of the neck. “I want you to fuck me faster.” Her nails dig into my ass.
I lose control and pump into her, riding her so fast the material of her dress comes loose at the neck.
She clutches the material and pushes it open, exposing her tits to me. “Do you like what you see? Hmm? Because I like what I feel. Your thick, big cock making me so full.”
I tense.
“Let me have you,” she whispers.
Then I’m falling over the edge, giving myself to her. Giving my heart. Yes, take it all, Holland. It’s yours. I’m yours.
Afterwards, I stretch out beside her. I don’t do cuddles. But just for a moment I’ll hold her.
I wake up late, having slept deeper than I have in years. Holland is still curled against my side, her beautiful face content. And I long for what I cannot give in to. To hurt me, he would go after Holland.
While I would die to protect her, what if I’m a moment too late? And she pays the price that his twisted mind thinks I deserve to pay? My father won’t let up until he destroys me.
I can’t take the chance Holland would get caught in the middle of that.
As I roll from the bed, she wakes, stretching luxuriously. Her smile rivals the sun. “Morning.”
“I’ll shower and head straight to the office,” I say as she sits up.
The sheet falls to her waist, bringing her beautiful tits into view. I want her all over again. I want to blow off the office and spend the day with her.
Turning away, I say, “We’ll start the journey to the breakup today. My grandmother will be visiting tomorrow. Show up at the company around two and begin the act.”
I don’t wonder why she’s quiet. Or why the atmosphere feels heavy with disappointment. I don’t wonder if it’s mine or hers as I stride into the bathroom.
I finish showering, take a quick shave and pull on my clothes. When I walk into the bedroom, Holland is standing in the middle of the room wearing last night’s dress. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail.
I search her face for anger, for tears, anything, but there’s no emotion.
“Since you’re in a hurry, I’ll make my own way home.”
“Wait.” I reach for my wallet. “I’ll give you the money to get a ride.”
“No need. I called Heidi. She’s off today and will meet me at the coffee shop around the corner.”
“First let me have a change of clothes delivered for you.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “Heidi’s bringing something. I’ll wait in the lobby.”
“You can wait here until she arrives.”
Her smile relieves the pressure in the center of my chest. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll have to count the gold once I’m gone?”
I smile. “You’re not a thief despite my initial assumption.”
“And you’re not an asshole. Despite my initial assumption. Look at us. Are we about to become friends?”
Friends with Holland? The woman I wish…no, there’s too much at stake for me to have her in my life. “That’s unlikely.”
“You’re right. Our worlds are too different.” She leaves the bedroom and I want to follow her to ask if she’s okay.
I head to my wardrobe to choose a tie.
I don’t know which one I pick, but I drape it around my shirt and tie it on autopilot. As I’m choosing socks, the front door opens.
I abandon the socks and rush toward it in time to see Holland’s back as she leaves.
This fucking pressure. Am I having a heart attack? I press my palm against my chest. Shit, this hurts. I stare at the door for the longest time before finally turning away. Letting her go is the best thing I can do for her.