45. Sam
Sam
It’s been two weeks since the attack. And today is Kioni’s first day back to work since.
I thought I was going to be okay. The nightmares haven’t pulled me from sleep for several nights.
So tell me why I’m going to each door and window checking to make sure they are all locked…
for the second time this morning? Tyler is dead, and it’s unlikely one would have not one but two people wanting to kill them in their lifetime.
Right? I wonder what the odds are that this would ever happen again?
That’s something I need to research. Maybe reading how low the statistics are will trick my brain into eliminating the fear now seeded deep within me.
“Baby girl, do I need to come back home?” Kioni’s voice is soft coming out of the camera speakers. I’m not sure which one it’s coming from. I stop my searching when she says, “Turn around. Right there. Now I can see your beautiful face.”
“I was just checking the locks,” I say, dismissing my worry.
“For the second time.”
Damn it. She saw that.
“I’ll be fine, babe.”
One day at a time. Tomorrow I may only check the locks once.
Tomorrow, I may be able to go outside to walk Nyx without giving myself whiplash looking behind me every second.
Ki has been with me everywhere we’ve gone since.
I didn’t feel the need to be on guard because she was.
My security blanket is gone now, but I have to work through creating my own again.
“Nyx is there,” she reminds me, and I reach my hand out without looking first. My fingers meet soft fur, and calmness washes over me. She’s here. My fur warrior.
“I love you,” I tell her, blowing a kiss to the camera.
“I love you to the moon, little wolf.”
“Is Ryker watching?”
“No, he’s driving.”
I lift my shirt, flashing her.
“I’m so fucking punishing you when I get home. Get hydrated.”
My shirt drops, but my smile doesn’t. I make a show of walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water and chug the entire thing.
“This is going to be the longest workday of my life,” she groans.
I blow her another kiss before she leaves camera land, knowing she will check in again soon. The only thoughts I have now are of her. She always makes everything better.
My hands are still tender, but I can use them more efficiently now.
Lifting, grabbing, and pulling things are still painful, though.
The doctor said the pain could linger for a long ass time.
If Tyler ruined my ability to have magical fingers, I’ll dig him up and chop him into tiny pieces.
I spread out my yoga mat in the living room and go through as many poses as I can that don’t cause me to put too my weight on my palms. Despite Kioni’s protests, I’m going to return to the studio this week for a couple of days.
I’m confident I can perform the beginner classes.
The advanced classes wouldn’t be hard either, since most are experienced enough that I can say the name of the pose and they can do it.
And I have a few clients that would be happy to come to the front with me to demonstrate what I cannot.
Getting back into a routine will hopefully do my mind wonders.
I’m in the middle of watering all the plants outside that I brought over from my house when Ryker pulls into the driveway.
Kioni jumps out before it’s fully stopped.
Nyx’s ears perk up when she jogs towards me and lifts me into her arms. Ki pats the top of her head and carries me inside, leaving her outside with Ryker.
“Hello to you too,” I chuckle, peppering her with kisses. Kioni is breathtaking, and even more so when she’s in uniform.
“Hello, love. You’re going to ride my face so I can finish the rest of my day in peace with your taste lingering on my tongue.”
I whimper, the words going straight to my pussy.
She places me on my feet and pushes my skirt and panties down, gripping my ass and threading her fingers through my hair.
Her kiss is ravenous, desperate. When she sits down on the bed, I motion for her to scoot backwards.
I crawl up her body and hover over her face, her breath skating across my sensitive flesh, making me weep already.
Her hands slide up my thighs and ass, then up my stomach to push my top up over my breasts.
She fills her hands with both and leans up, sucking my clit into her mouth. I sink onto her and she devours me.
There’s a reason I wanted her to lie here.
I reach over, snatching the large wand from the drawer and fiddle with her belt until I have her pants undone.
It’s a little difficult doing it behind your back, but I’ve had some practice now.
She spears me with her tongue the same time I turn on the wand and slip it under her waistband.
“This was supposed to be quick,” she mumbles between my legs, gripping my ass, dragging her tongue slowly up my center. “Turn around.”
I flip around and she tugs me back, burying her face between my legs, not wasting a moment.
When she lifts her ass off the bed, I push her pants down past her knees and she spreads her thighs for me.
Her grip tightens when I lick down her center and run the tip of my tongue over her clit until she’s chasing my touch.
If this isn’t the best lunch break activity, I don’t know what is.
My mouth falls open when she slips her fingers inside me, pumping them in and out in quick, hard thrusts.
I won’t last long. Increasing the vibration on the wand, I return it to her sweet spot.
She grinds against the toy and her moan skitters across my flesh, pushing me over the edge with her.
I shift sideways, falling onto my back right next to her. Our fingers intertwining between us.
“Fuck,” she breathes, squeezing my fingers once before pulling her hand away to stand. I gaze at her while she fixes her uniform.
“You are so delicious,” I purr. “Inside and out.”
I get a full smile out of her. She’s the kind of beautiful that makes you want to fall to your knees and stay there. Give me a pillow or a soft mat and I’ll be fine down here. The bed sinks when she leans over me, caging me beneath her.
“And you, love, are ravishing.” She leans down and kisses me as if I’m precious. “I have to go. If you don’t get up and get dressed, I’ll do nothing but stare at you all day and end up rushing back home again.”
I pull her back to me when she attempts to leave, and she cups my jaw, rubbing her thumb across my cheek.
“I want to marry you,” I whisper.
Her eyes soften, and she captures my lips again, unhurried this time.
She smiles against my lips before bolting to her closet.
While she’s rustling through her things, I gather my skirt and panties off the ground, slipping them back on and righting my shirt.
She comes back out with a crooked grin and reaches for my left hand, sliding a golden band with an emerald in the middle flanked by diamonds on both sides onto my ring finger.
My heart stutters. She already had a ring, and it’s…perfectly…us.
“Forever green,” she promises, and I squeal, wrapping my arms around her neck, and she squeezes me back just as hard.
“Forever green,” I agree.
“How long have you had this hidden away?” I pry.
“You don’t want to know.” She kisses my cheek and tries to walk out the door, but I grab her wrist.
“Babe,” I beg.
“Sam, I knew you would be mine after the first time I saw you. I had already snuck into your house and measured your figure before sunrise the following day.”
She snickers, putting her finger under my chin and closing my mouth that had dropped open at her confession.
“Remember to hydrate while I’m gone.” She pinches her lips together, trying not to laugh, but it just makes her look even more beautiful.
I stand in the doorway, staring after her as she climbs into the cruiser, completely dumbfounded…
but in a good way. Within a few seconds, Ryker opens the driver’s door and rushes towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me in a circle before placing me back on my feet.
“Ow,” he says dramatically, looking back at Nyx who currently has her mouth on his ass cheek, threatening to clamp down. When he releases me, she does the same to him. “Congratulations, sis,” he smiles so wide his perfect white teeth show.
“Thank you,” I chuckle, and then he’s off, sprinting back to the car. I hope they don’t get into trouble for their little drop-in.
Ki blows me a kiss when they reach the end of the driveway, and I catch it, shoving it right into my heart.
“I’m marrying my stalker,” I say out loud. Nyx glances up at me when I look down at her. She barks and jumps on me, licking my cheek, and I scratch her behind the ears, laughing. “I’m glad you approve, Nyxie baby, because you’re the flower girl.”