His words destroying me, I wrapped my hands around the sides of his neck and held on. “Raid, sweetheart, please—”
He talked right over me.
“So I’m not leavin’, Hanna. I was a dick and I hurt you and I cannot promise it won’t happen again, so I won’t. And you are not wrong. This shit burns in me, what happened, what I saw, what I did. But most of all who I lost. Every one of those guys deserves to have their reward sittin’ in a porch swing or however that shit comes about. When I say those men were good men, there isn’t a word in the f**kin’ dictionary that describes how good those men were. And there are only four of us left who know exactly what that means. They died and I’m here and I found my reward and I’m not letting it go. Because if they were alive and they knew I let something that important slip through my fingers, they’d be pissed at me. And if they can sacrifice everything so you can have your porch swing and I can come home and have everything they lost, you can f**kin’ learn how to take the heat and give it to me.”
“Okay,” I agreed immediately.
I agreed so immediately, Raiden’s, “Come again?” was clipped and short with surprise.
“Okay, honey. I’ll learn how to take the heat.”
The room went completely still. Everything suspended. It felt like time stopped.
Then I gasped, as unexpectedly, I wasn’t against the wall anymore.
Raiden chanting, “Jesus, f**k, Jesus, f**k,” he had an arm around me and I was sailing across the room. I landed on my back on the kitchen table with Raiden bent over me.
His hands started to move on me, his mouth came to my neck and I wrapped him in my arms, turned my head and invited in his ear, “Take what you need.”
At my words, his body stilled. Then abruptly he stood up, taking me with him so I was seated on the edge of the table, Raiden standing between my spread legs. With a hand cupping the back of my head, he pressed my cheek to chest, his other arm around me. His body bowed so it formed a hard, strong shield around me, protecting me from nothing, but, Raiden being Raiden, instinctively still protecting me.
I kept my arms around him, pressed deep and held tight.
“Jesus, f**k,” he murmured.
I was silent.
Raiden fell silent too.
I gave it time.
Raid took it.
Then I asked gently, “You never talked about that with anybody, have you?”
“No.”
He only gave that to me.
I shut my eyes and held on tighter.
I said no more and gave it more time.
Raiden took it.
I opened my eyes and promised him, “Like the rest, that gift is just for me and I’m never going to share it with anybody.”
“Jesus, f**k,” he whispered.
I again went silent, but I held him closer.
It was Raid that broke it this time.
“That ‘okay’ you gave me, does that mean you’re still with me?”
“Yes, honey.”
I heard him draw in a deep breath.
Then he stated, “Right, then I need you to promise me something.”
“Okay,” I replied.
He pulled away, cupped my jaw in both hands and tipped my head back so he could catch my eyes in the dim light.
“I give you shit, you do not eat it. Like today, you give it back to me. We’ll work it out, Hanna, but we’ll do it like we did it tonight. Not you getting where my head is at and bowin’ to that in hopes you takin’ my shit eventually turns something in me. Today, I stepped far over the line and that is not cool. After I calmed my ass down, I spent the last two hours standing on your porch, thinkin’ if I put a little more strength in that throw you wouldn’t have landed on the bed, and the thoughts of what I could have done to you have been brutalizing me. That, babe, I promise I’ll check. The other shit, if it overwhelms me and I try to force it down your throat, you force it right back.”
“Agreed,” I replied.
He dug the pads of his fingers in slightly before they relaxed.
“Okay,” he murmured.
I lifted my hands to wrap them around his wrists and took a deep breath.
Then I cautiously said, “Honey, I hesitate to mention this, but I think today proves you’ve got some issues to work through.”
Both his hands slid back into my hair. He stuffed my face in chest and burst out laughing.
I found this reaction both a relief and a little weird, but even so, as usual I wanted to watch him laugh, but couldn’t because it was dark and my face was smushed to his chest. He didn’t stop laughing before he let me go, but bent at the waist, put a shoulder in my belly and hefted me up.
This action was more than a little weird and a surprise, so much so I straight up girlie shrieked, “Raid!”
He turned and walked out of the kitchen, ordering, “Quiet, babe, I got some issues to work through.”
Oh boy.
I knew what that meant.
“Um… maybe we should find alternate outlets to battle that burn,” I suggested to his back, my hands gripping his tee at his sides.
I became perplexed when he didn’t head up the stairs, but unlocked and opened the front door and strode out to the porch. He turned right as he swung me around. He was still holding me, but we were front to front and I frantically grabbed hold of his shoulders so I wouldn’t go flying when his hands slid down and yanked my knees up at his sides.
Then he sat in the porch swing with me astride him and tipped his head back to look at me.
“Think, my girl f**ks me in her porch swing, that’ll beat back the heat.”
“Raid—”
“Or at least that heat. She’ll be building a better kind of fire.”
I needed to get a handle on this situation.
Therefore, I slid my hands up to his neck and dipped my face closer. “Sweetheart, I like this idea but I’m being serious.”
“Baby, bein’ seriously serious, you are the only thing in four years that has come close to getting me to a place where I can even begin to think I might be able to bear those flames.”
Automatically my hands shifted to his face, palms to his cheeks, fingers wrapped around his ears and my forehead dropped to his as my eyes closed.
“I want to be that for you,” I whispered.
I was both alarmed and pleased that each one of those seven words was weighted with precisely just how much I wanted what I said.
“Good, honey, ‘cause you already are.”
Oh God.
I loved that.
I pressed my forehead into his tight before I angled my head and touched my lips to his.