“I second that sister. ‘Bout time you help put that sick monster in a prison cell,” Chad exclaimed, evident disgust at the mention of my relatives was written all over his face.
“Sick bastard,” Toby supplied, not looking up from his computer.
The thought of seeing any of their faces brought a sudden chill to my body. My nightmares were different now, but the remnants of what the Brown’s had left me were forever going to be a part of me. Like a scar, it was there to continue to be a part of me, markings of my journey through the years, leaving a sign for one to always remember what kind of Hell they’d been through before they were freed.
Out in a new world, to survive, to heal, and to learn how to breathe again without pain. To wear those scars proudly and never be ashamed of who and what I was.
I was definitely still learning, though.
~S~
We had arrived yesterday and the forecast for my vagina continued to say it was going to be heavy rain, weeping from acute Knightly Cock withdrawals. It was sad, however how the hell did he expect me to survive when we’d always gotten it on before and now he expected me to instantly become normal when he was this close to me?
Chad stood across the granite countertop and slammed a thick book with post-its and magazine cut-outs sticking out of it. “What’s with The-Grinch-Who-Stole-Christmas look, baby love? You and Blakeypoo have a fight?”
I shook my head before I took a sip of my freshly brewed coffee. “No, not that.” Chad’s eyebrows rose in question, seeking more answers. “The thing is, he doesn’t want to be intimate with me. Even kissing is sparse.” Shaking my head, I continued on, “What’s this?” My hands took hold of the bombarded white notebook.
“Well, if you really need to know, I’ve been planning my wedding.” Chad sheepishly grinned at me, blushing. “I’m going to be married! Can you believe it?”
Silly man. “Of course, I can. Luke is a very lucky man to have a gorgeous guy that has the most forgiving heart.”
“You’re such a kiss ass, baby love! Thank you, though. I heart you.” Chad blew kisses, giddy.
Getting on a serious note, I had to ask a complicated question. “How’s Toby?” I inquired lightly, fishing.
Chad rolled his eyes, not pleased at all. “Spanish mole drat is still around.”
Say WTF??? “You’re joking, right? Even after Blake told him that he used to have sex with her during Christmas? I don’t get it.”
Chad shrugged, frowning and deep in thought. “They’re not getting back anymore, huh?”
He did not just say that out loud. I groaned not wanting to consider the horrid idea. “Don’t say that. If there was a couple in this world who belonged to each other, that would be those two! It would be tragic if they didn’t find a way to fix things.”
“I do hope so. That’s all we can do for now.”
~S~
“Making up for being bossy with a side of romance tonight, aren’t we?” I tried to hide back a smile, but the brimming happiness was too much to withhold. Blake was making an effort and I appreciated it greatly. Yeah, he may be insufferable most of the time, yet when this man loved, he gave me his all with no stipulations and no conditions.
“The past weeks after your accident, I admit I’ve been overbearing, poppet. I apologize, but I do it all for you. You must know that.” He gently plucked me off my feet and carried me inside the Arabian tent before then carefully placing me on a ruby red, silk pillow, facing the sunset. Blake sat next to me, gazing out at the picturesque scene before us, watching as the last rays of the sun dropped low where they were enveloped by the Mediterranean Sea in complete, serene silence.
I was too engrossed in the sunset when I heard him speak quite close to my ear. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t sleep well anymore. Every day I worry, and I doubt this will go away until I know they can’t hurt you anymore.” Blake spoke in such a manner that it tore at my heart.
He was getting obsessed with my safety, I understood that because I did it, too, but he couldn’t let it win over us. We were together, however he was mostly stressed out. He didn’t voice it, yet his presence alone permeated with it. “I do, too, but we can’t live like this. We have to try and live like we used to, babe. We’ll figure out a way to deal with it. First, though, you have to promise me that when you’re with me, you only think of me, us, and no one else.” I shifted my body to face him, cupping his cheeks with my dainty hands. I saw the pain and worry in his beautiful eyes. “I’ve missed you.” Truly, deeply and maddeningly, everyday; I longed for him.
“I know I haven’t kissed you much, let alone get close to you like I used to do before, but you must understand the fight I have with myself. It’s rather disturbing to still want you so badly even if I know you’re injured and in pain. My thoughts have been plagued—” His eyes were questioning when I placed a finger over his lips, stopping him from speaking.
“Blake f**king Knightly. Would you do me the honor to kindly shut the f**k up and kiss me already? I’ve been bloody ready for you, you daft man.” I yanked his shirt open, before my greedy hands sought the chiseled torso that I loved so much.
Blake tried to put a stop to my madness. “Don’t rush! I don’t want to hurt you!”
“I swear to God, Knightly. If you’re not inside me in the next minute, I’ll be the one hurting you!” Four weeks. Four long, arduous, agonizing weeks of lusting after him while he took charge of everything. Well, too bad, it was my turn and I wanted him charging inside me, all of him.
So help me God I was going to go ballistic if he turned me down this time.
Four
Blake
“Please, don’t,” Sienna pleaded, reading me so well. “I need you.”
After weeks of curbing my hunger for her, the first stroke of my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her again, was an aphrodisiac that surged into my system, suffusing me with profound need to satiate the gnawing pangs of lust that this woman could only fulfill. “Sienna,” I groaned out, fighting against my body to slow down because it wanted to devour her right this instant.
Sienna moaned, pulling me closer as her hand gripped my neck while her other hand squeezed my scrotum, shocking me with acute pleasure. “Let me taste your big cock, tesoro mio.” My darling.
Bloody. Wretched. Fuck. I was doomed and I knew it. “Per favore. Not right now, cara.”