Chapter 32
Kit
Ilaid on the bed and watched as Hellfire pulled his shirt off.
He'd managed to ease my fears, at least momentarily.
I was sure they would pop up again, but when they did, I'd go straight to him.
I'd had enough of wallowing in my guilt and grief alone.
He was my old man. My love. There was no reason I shouldn't be able to talk to him about what I was feeling.
It didn't matter that Pixie had been his family.
The worry of him eventually regretting her death had been stilled when he told me he was planning to kill her himself. There was no way to fault me in the future if that was how he felt about things. I wasn't going to let my own guilt and fear ruin what we had.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he crawled onto the bed with me. He'd kicked off his boots and jeans, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. They hugged his muscular thighs and showed off his impressive bulge.
"Just how happy I am," I told him, reaching for him. There was no space here in our bed for ghosts or regrets.
He settled over me, careful not to put any weight on me. "I'm happy, too," he murmured, kissing me gently.
My hands slid over his broad shoulders, down his back, then back up again. I loved touching him. His skin was warm and smooth under my fingers. My nails dug into his back when his mouth left mine to trail kisses down my neck.
His lips brushed over my collarbone as he eased the strap of my tank top off one shoulder.
He kissed a path to the swell of my breast. His hand cupped it through the material of the shirt and I moaned when his thumb flicked over my nipple.
This was what we needed. To reconnect with one another.
It didn't matter that we were both injured.
We'd work around that small inconvenience.
His lips closed over my nipple through the thin cotton of my top and I gasped at the sensation. It felt so good to be touched by him again. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this until now.
He moved to the other side, his hand sliding under the hem of my shirt to cup my breast. His fingers plucked at my nipple, drawing a groan from me as he sucked on the other one through my shirt.
"Hell," I breathed, struggling not to arch into his touch. I didn’t want to injure myself more than I already was.
He released my nipple and I whimpered in protest until he pulled my top up, exposing me to him. His dark eyes met mine for a second before he dipped his head again and sucked a nipple into his mouth once more.
"Oh!" I fisted the bedspread beneath me as he sucked hard on it. He didn't stop there though. His tongue flicked over it, then he nipped it with his teeth, making me cry out in surprise. He soothed the sting with his tongue, then moved to the other one.
My hands were in his hair, holding him to me as he teased and tortured my breasts with his mouth. I'd never been this turned on in my life. My panties were soaked with my need for him.
His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers dipping under the waistband of my shorts. I moaned when he cupped me through my underwear. He pressed against my clit and I moved slightly against his touch.
"Hell!" It was an admonishment for not giving me what my body was demanding from him.
He released my nipple and kissed his way down my stomach. "Greedy woman," he growled against my skin.
I was greedy. For him. Always for him. I needed him more than I needed air in my lungs. He was the other half of me. The part that made me whole.
He pulled off my shorts and underwear, tossing them over his shoulder. He spread my legs wide and stared down at me like a man starved. His hands slid up the insides of my thighs and I shivered at the feel of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." He leaned down and licked a path from my opening to my clit. I cried out as he sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
"Bennett," I moaned, lifting my hips toward his mouth. The little zip of pain from my wound nearly made my eyes cross, but then he flicked my sensitive bundle of nerves again and I hissed out a breath.
His fingers slid inside me, curling up as he pumped them in and out. I had to force myself to lay still instead of meeting every thrust of his fingers. It wasn't enough though. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me.
"I need you," I panted. "Please."
He released my clit and I groaned at the loss of sensation. "Not yet," he growled, sounding just as desperate as I was. "I want to taste you when you come." His fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing over my clit. "Come for me, Vixen."
His head dipped back down and he sucked my clit into his mouth again.
He flicked it with his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers.
It didn't take long before I was crying out his name as an orgasm crashed through me.
My muscles contorted and I sucked in a breath at the pain that came with my stomach muscles bunching.
Still, it was worth it. The pain and pleasure mingled, shoving me higher.
He kept licking and sucking on my clit until I was a writhing mess on the bed, begging for mercy. He finally released me and sat up. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, his chest heaving. "You're so fucking sexy when you come," he rasped. A frown overtook his face as he stared down at me.
"What?" I gasped.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Lay down," I told him. Climbing over his huge body as he laid on his back, I shoved down his boxers, then slung a leg over his hips.
I was careful not to jostle his injured leg.
My pussy was throbbing with need for him.
I gently grasped his dick and positioned myself over it.
Slowly, I slid down, taking him inch by inch until my ass rested against his pelvis.
Hellfire's eyes were glued to my tits as they swayed with the movement of my body.
"Fuck, Vixen. You feel so damn good." His hands gripped my waist as I rode him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as my orgasm built once more.
I gasped as I ground my clit against his pubic bone with every movement of my body.
He sat up and sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting it lightly before releasing it and sucking the other one into his mouth. He released that one too and kissed me, hard. His hands slid down to cup my ass, gripping me tightly as he moved my body up and down on his cock.
"I'm close," he bit out between clenched teeth. "Come for me again, Vixen."
I was already there. The orgasm crashed through me and I cried out his name as he followed me over the edge. He groaned my name as his cock jerked inside me, filling me with his cum.
We both flopped back onto the bed, him cuddling me close, as we drifted.
I came back to the present, panting, and with an ache in my stomach that would have to be taken care of later.
I pressed my face into his chest, enjoying the feel of his fingers trailing up and down my spine.
I loved that he could never seem to keep from touching me.
It was the same for me. I traced the tattoo on his chest.
Lying here now, with him, all my fears seemed so trivial. I knew they weren't, but in the aftermath of his assurances and lovemaking, they were a distant memory. I wanted it to stay that way. "Thank you."
"For what, Baby?" His chest rumbled under my cheek.
"For talking sense into me. For finally making me yours... For loving me."
His arms closed around my shoulders and he squeezed me closer. "I will always talk sense into you. And you've always been mine." We sat in silence for a few beats of his heart. "Nothing is going to take you from me, Kit.
I nodded against his chest and snuggled in closer. "I'm looking forward to the time after you guys have taken care of Fremont."
A deep sound of agreement rumbled in his chest. "We should have a break from him, though."
"Really?" I asked, shoving up on my elbows and staring down at him.
"Think so. He's going to have to regroup. So we have some time, and during it, I'm all yours." A lazy smile spread over his face, but his eyes flashed mischievously. "What do you want to do with me?"
My brows shot up. I really didn't know what he meant by that. "Umm..."
He chuckled and pulled me down for a kiss that left no doubt in my mind about what he was talking about.
The next few days passed quickly. Hellfire and I spent every spare moment together, which wasn't much since he had to get back to work with his dad.
He came home one night, filthy as usual, and I cocked my head at him.
"If your mom needs a break or anything, I can always help out. Especially while the bar is closed."
Hell's brows shot up. "I'm sure she'd appreciate the help. I'll let her know."
"Okay. Dinner's in twenty minutes."
He showered quickly and pinned me up against the counter, his lips trailing down my neck as I dished our plates. "Have I ever told you that I love you, Kit Kincaid?"
A grin spread over my face. "Maybe once or twice."
"That's not nearly enough," he muttered, shoving my hair out of his way so he could keep going lower.
Turning in his arms, I searched his eyes. "Dinner can wait."
His smile was slow to spread across his face, but when it did, it made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. "You're mine now, Vixen."
I laughed as he scooped me up into his arms. He was everything I'd always wanted and I'd be damned if I'd let anything get in the way of that again. He was mine as much as I was his and we were going to spend our lives making up for lost time. Starting now.