But I couldn’t stop. I needed him. All of him.
When my tongue came out a third time with his face close to mine, he watched me, and when I least expected it, he gripped my chin hard and offered me two fingers.
Oh my God.
Hallelujah!
I pulled them into my mouth, sucking desperately, and Twitch stopped breathing a moment, his hips jerking into me spasmodically.
He released my hair so suddenly I almost lunged forward, but thankfully, he held me up, and when I was stable, his hand slid down between my legs. Unexpectedly, he pinched my clit, and I cried out around his fingers. The long length of the belt came to rest between my cleavage. He slowed his thrusts and he did it again, lightly slapping my pussy between pinches. Time slowed and my body went lax as the familiar prickles lined my entire back. My eyes closed as colored lights danced behind my closed lids, and I moaned when Twitch asked, “You gonna come on my cock, angel?”
I tried to nod but couldn’t. All of my energy was going into my orgasm.
The moment my slick core tightened around his shaft, he let out a grunt and pressed his face into my neck. “Fuck. Come for me, baby.” My breathing shook as the first contraction took me, and when Twitch uttered through gritted teeth, “Yeah. Just like that. Milk me,” I was lost.
I fell to pieces, and as my body spasmed uncontrollably, I never wanted to be put back together again.
Not now. Not ever.
Twitch released me and I fell forward onto the bed, panting and weak from my release. He gripped my hips tight enough to bruise and pulled me back into his violent thrusts. Biting my lip, I gripped the covers and moaned as he panted, the sounds of our bodies coming together reverberating off the walls.
And then, with a low growl, Twitch held me into his body harshly as he came down, covering my back with his front and holding me close, and he gently rocked into me.
I felt it.
His throbbing cock. The wet warmth inside me.
I felt his release. And the intensity of it was simultaneously frightening yet heavenly. Amazing.
His low groan filled the room, and as he panted into my ear, I felt him still inside me. I was consoled by the feeling of being surrounded by him, by the feeling of being filled with him. I was comforted by his mere presence. This man would never truly understand how much he meant to me, and that simple fact broke my heart as quickly as I thought it might have began to heal.
Twitch surprised me, as he often did. When he pulled out of me, I felt our combined releases run down my legs. A split second later, he fell to the bed on his back and pulled me down on top of him, taking his now softening dick and fitting it back inside me, and I liked that on an insane level. I guess we both needed the closeness.
With my head on his chest and my finger gently running over his flat nipple, the question vibrated throughout me as he ran his hands gently down my back to settle on my ass. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I lied.
And he chuckled quietly. “No you’re not.”
No, I wasn’t.
I blinked away tears. There were so many things I wanted to say, to ask.
I missed you.
Where were you? I needed you.
How dare you come back after all this time and make me love you again, you cruel bastard?
I don’t need you anymore, you asshole. I spent five years without you. I could go an eternity.
But mainly,
Don’t ever leave me again. I need you more than I need to breathe.
I was confused, and when I rested my chin on his chest, I found him looking at me. A single tear trailed my cheek, as I uttered a grim, “You need to leave.”
But his eyes held mine. “What did I tell you?” He ran a hand over my now-messy hair in a sweet, loving gesture, looked me deep in the eye, then swore, “I am never leaving you again.”
And the way he said it, sincere and so full of conviction, I believed him.
I believed him.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Lexi
Knocking on the door woke me, and when it persisted, I blinked sleepily into the morning sun. That was when his arms tightened around me.
“Tell ‘em to fuck off, Lex.”
Oh, shit.
My eyes snapped open and I blinked down at the beautiful man in my bed. I sat up quickly. “Oh, shit!”
At that, he squinted at me, rapidly blinking away his drowsiness. “What?”
I was panicking. “I thought I told you to leave!”
His eyes snapped open at that and his brows knitted. “And I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”
The knocking continued and I scrambled out of bed. “You need to go. Like, now.” I went to the window and opened it, hoping he’d get the hint. “Please, Twitch. Just go.”
“What’s the problem here?” He lazed in my bed, putting his arm behind him, using it as a pillow.
Ugh. It was disturbing how great he looked in the mornings.
More knocking, and I poked my head out into the hallway and called out, “Just a minute! Coming!” before turning back to my ex, and hissing, “I do not want A.J. to find you here, in my bed.”
But a sleepy Twitch grunted. “So what? He knows I love you. I’ve told him a hundred times.”
Aw. My heart.
Also... nope.
I slipped on my pajama pants and threw on a sweater, all the while begging, “Please, Twitch. I don’t need this right now. And I definitely don’t need him getting his hopes up. He’s already acting out some. I don’t want that to increase when he realizes Daddy isn’t moving in.”
Twitch’s brows lowered and the words came out unhurried. “Daddy isn’t moving in?”
Hard knocking, then a sweet little, “Mummy, I need to go!”
“Coming,” I yelled out, before whisper-hissing to the giant baby in the bed, “No! Daddy is most certainly not moving in!” I scoffed. “We screwed and it was great, Tony, but that’s all it was.”
Lies. But he didn’t need to know that.
He looked kind of injured when he slid out of bed, thin-lipped and moping. “Fine. I’ll go. But...” His naked body was so gorgeously distracting. “This isn’t over, angel.”
I left him dressing in the bedroom, closing the door, as I rushed down the ha
ll and swung open the door. The little monster dropped his bag at the door and hurried past me. “I need to pee!” And when Julius and Ana watched me suspiciously, I stuttered through my lame explanation. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that. There was this huge roach in my bedroom and he—” Fuck. “I mean it just wouldn’t let me out of my room.” I forced out a laugh. “I was kind of cornered.” Slapping a hand onto my shoulder, I smiled a little too widely. “Sorry.”
But Julius narrowed his eyes at me. “A roach, huh?” He scratched at his nose. “Yeah, they sure make ‘em big these days.” His eyes trailed to the side of the house just as Twitch stepped into view, and I fucking died a thousand deaths.
My senseless late night guest just walked across the yard, smirking like the fool he was, pulling on his tee, and then he calling out, “Mornin’, all.”
Julius laughed under his breath, shaking his head before turning to me, his eyes smiling. “Yep. Definitely a roach problem goin’ around.”
I was mortified. My cheeks blazed fluorescent pink, and when Ana leaned in close, looking at my throat, her eyes widened. Her words were whisper-soft. “Is that a hickey?”
A gasp left me as I slapped a hand onto my neck, and croaked, “No!”
Ana’s eyes smiled and she nodded slowly.
Oh my God. He gave me a hickey. How old was he, seventeen?
My mood darkened. I should have known. He always did like to make undisputed claims.
“Asshole,” I muttered then sighed, irritated. “Well, don’t just stand there. Come on in.”
As soon as I walked down the hall, A.J. rushed me, throwing himself into my arms, and I laughed, lifting him. “Hey, you. Did you have a good time?”
He nodded, grinning. “It was so much fun! Ana made popcorn and we watched—” He held up three tiny fingers. “—three movies. I got to stay up late. And Uncle Julius made me breakfast this morning and I want to sleepover again.”
I chuckled softly. “Sure, buddy, but not for a while.”
His face fell. “Aw, why?”
I squeezed him tightly. “Because I missed you. I love when you’re home with me.” I pulled back, running a hand through his neatly trimmed hair. “I always miss you when you’re gone.”