I’m barely out the door before Isaac scoops me up over his shoulder and carries me through the parking lot and into the building, all while I’m screaming and crying, kicking my feet and demanding he put me down. He doesn’t listen, until we’re inside the house and he sets me on the countertop in the bathroom.
“Let me go!” I yell through my tears. “You can’t expect me to stay here and watch you put yourself at risk.” I reach up and rub my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.
“I get you’re emotional right now,” he says, palming my cheeks that are tear-streaked. “But you’re not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“You can’t know that.” I try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “What you’re doing is wrong,” I cry. “You made me fall for you, and now you’re going to leave me.” I bang my fists against his chest, and he lets me. “I can’t stay here. Please,” I plead. “Let me go. I don’t want to lose you too.”
Isaac fists my hair and tugs my head up. “I promise you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” His mouth crashes against mine, and his tongue plummets into my mouth. With a swipe of his tongue and a caress of his lips, he coaxes the fight out of me.
When I’ve calmed down and my tears have dried, he softly kisses me one more time. “You’re never going to lose me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You can’t know that.”
He sighs and nods, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re right, I can’t. We can lose the people we love at any given moment.” When he says this, his hands tighten on my face, and I know he’s thinking about his parents and how he unexpectedly lost them. “But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to ensure that never happens to me.”
“By poking the bear?”
Isaac chuckles. “Sweetheart, James is not a threat to me. I know he fucked over your dad, but I’m actually having it all looked into. Clint and his son are messing with the wrong person and they’re going to learn, even if it’s the hard way, not to mess with me.”
“What do you mean you’re looking into it?”
“At the time your dad was accused of those crimes, I didn’t give a shit because it wasn’t my problem. But now you’re mine, which means it’s my problem. I can’t promise anything, but if Clint framed your dad, or is doing anything shady still, my guy will find out about it and I’ll expose him.”
My heart swells in my chest. I would never ask him to do that, or expect him to, and the fact he’s doing it without me asking has me falling that much harder for him.
“Thank you, but please, please keep yourself safe.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, then the corner of my mouth. He trails his lips down to my jawline and then tugs on my earlobe. “I’ll always be safe, just like I will always keep you safe.”
His declaration—his promise—warms my insides like the thickest, fluffiest blanket being draped around me on a chilly night. It’s insane how quickly I’ve grown to care about Isaac. He’s taken up residence inside of me and embedded himself in my heart, and I don’t even want to imagine losing him. Just the thought of walking away almost had me crumpling to the ground in pain.
I push his suit jacket off his shoulders, then undo each of the buttons on his shirt, kissing my way down his muscular chest and torso, focusing on every divot, every freckle, wanting to memorize every part of him. It doesn’t matter what he promises, nothing lasts forever. Our parents are examples of how quickly life can change. We’re born and then we die, and in the middle, we live… but we have no say in how long we’re here. How much time we get with the people we love, and when those same people will be taken from us.
When I get to his pants, I unbutton and unzip them, exposing his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He helps me, pushing his boxers and pants down his thighs and kicking them to the side. His dick, thick and long, and so perfect, springs up between us, and I grab a hold of it, loving the feel of the soft velvety smooth skin under my fingers.
Needing to taste him, I push forward and hop off the sink, dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth, swallowing him as far as I can go.
“Jesus,” he chokes out, looking down at me with lust-filled eyes. “The sight of my dick down your throat is enough to make me come.” His fingers tangle in my hair, helping me to suck him down deeper, until my eyes are watering and I’m gagging on his dick. I don’t know what’s come over me. Maybe it’s the realization of how much Isaac means to me, or the fact he called me his and is willing to try to help my dad—even if it’s most likely too late. Or maybe it’s because until I was with him, I had no idea how pleasurable and intimate and amazing sex could be, but my insides are tingling and I’m so turned on, I have no doubt my underwear is soaked. I want him, in me, all over me, hard and deep, rough and fast. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and I don’t know how to satisfy the hunger and need I feel toward him.