Drake turned to leave then stopped. “Fuck, I came in here to get something, but I don’t remember what it was.”
“Was it for Benji?” Rio asked.
“Oh yeah! He needs a clean plate,” Drake replied.
After he got a plate and left Rio, looked over at me. “He’s right about the ‘you staying inside’ thing. Just in case Saul’s in a mood when he gets here. Lily can fuck with his head.”
“Okay,” I replied, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. Saul and his damage could be a lot to take sometimes. But then I knew I wasn’t going to walk away because of it. I had let myself get too deep. I had let my caring for him evolve into more and that was enough for me to accept him completely. Damage and all.
Thirty-Four
Rio took the tray of corn outside once I finished. I moved to the living room, pulled a book up on my phone, and found a spot on the sofa. I was barely on chapter three when I heard the front door close. I finished the page and then looked up just as Saul walked into the room. His gaze found mine. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t break our gaze as he walked down the stairs and over to me.
When he reached me, he stopped and held out his hand. I put the phone down and reached out mine. Hs fingers wrapped around my hand and he pulled me up and against his chest. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and we stood there like that silently for several moments.
I put my arms around him and held him because it seemed to be what he needed. He inhaled deeply and I wished he would tell me what all he had dealt with today. I wanted to be here for more than sex. I wanted to listen and be here for him to vent to. He needed to talk about things more. I just had no idea how to get him to do it.
“This is good,” he said against my neck then lifted his head and straightened.
“Bad day?” I asked, already knowing the response I would get.
“Yeah,” was all he said, just like I expected. “But you always make it better.”
That was why I would stay. That was why I wouldn’t give up and walk away. He had me. I had never been one that wanted to fix what was broken. I normally ran from things I didn’t understand. Saul was different. I wanted to be different for him.
“Were you reading?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
He kissed my forehead. “Sorry I was late.”
“It’s okay. This sofa is comfortable,” I replied.
He grinned then and looked out the windows behind me at the party going on outside. “If you want to go out there we will. I’ll even be good if you want to swim. But if you would rather go up to my room, that’s an option.”
Being alone with him after this day was all I wanted. “What would we do up there?” I asked playfully.
He ran his hand over my butt and slapped it once. “Watch a movie, take a shower, fuck in front of the mirror in my bathroom,” he said then bent down to kiss my lips once. “I really want to bend you over my sink soaking wet from the shower and watch you come,” he whispered against my lips.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He smiled again. “Come on.”
I picked up my phone and he took my hand to pull me toward the stairs.
“Y’all leaving?” Drake asked and Saul turned to look back at him.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“At least you’re in a good mood,” Drake said with a drunken grin.
Saul ignored him and we headed to his room. Drake forgotten.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Saul locked it. “I fucking missed you,” he said, turning back to me, his eyes already heated. My body trembled with anticipation. There were many things that I worried about with us but sex was not one of them.
“Strip,” he said, his eyes traveling down my body.
“What?” I asked.
His gaze shot back up to meet mine. “Strip for me.”
Okay. This was new. The idea obviously excited him. It was clear on his face. I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.
“Drop it,” he said.
So I did. I dropped the shirt on the floor then went for the buttons on my shorts. When I pushed them down over my hips and wiggled until they fell, his eyes widened slightly. I kicked them to the side then reached up to unhook my bra.
When it fell free, I slid it off my arms and let it drop to the floor and join my shirt.
“God, I love your tits,” he said as he stared at them. My body flushed with desire.