Now I’m the one smiling. “Fuck, baby girl. That’s amazing.” She’s working hard at overcoming her past.
“Yes, and we even talked about us moving our relationship forward.” Her cheeks heat as she blushes. She’s so fucking adorable.
I grit my teeth; there’s only so much I can fucking take. She’s sexy as hell and whenever I’m around her, my dick doesn’t know when to behave. There isn’t a moment that I don’t want her.
“I also spoke to her about my feelings for you. I was worried that what I was feeling was gratitude.”
I stare at her, not sure what the fuck I should be saying. If it is fucking gratitude, there isn’t much I can do about it.
“She asked me a question. She asked me what my life would be like still having you in it, but us living in separate houses and seeing each other once a week. I was confused at first; I didn’t understand what she meant.”
I stay completely still, needing her to finish this. Is she fucking letting me down gently?
“Then she asked me how I would feel if you moved on and found someone else.” She looks at me with a shy smile. “I realized that I’d be heartbroken. That I’m not here because of gratitude. I could have easily moved in with your parents. I felt something for you. I do feel something for you.”
Thank fuck.
“I love you, John. I really fucking love you.” There’s tears streaming down her face. “I know that it’s soon, and I’m hoping one day you’ll feel the same.”
God, she’s just poured her heart out and she thinks I don’t feel the same?
I pull her into my arms and kiss her. The kiss is hard, possessive, dominating. “Listen to me baby girl. I love you. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
She bursts into tears and shoves her face into my neck. “I love you.” She sobs. “I’m so happy. I never thought anyone could ever love me.”
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you,” I promise her.
The doorbell rings; dinner’s arrived. “Dry your eyes, baby girl. No more tears.”
She smiles up at me. “Okay,” her words soft as she swipes away her tears. “Feed me.”
I chuckle as I lift her off my lap and give her ass a gentle tap. “You got it, baby.”
Seventeen
Reli
The creaking of the door opening sends fear and trepidation coursing through me. My nostrils are filled with a soft citrus scent and that fear dissipates a tiny bit. It's John. Sometimes I wake up disoriented and wondering where I am. Those mornings, the fear hits me like a freight train, but then I slowly remember that I’m not back at that house; instead I’m here, safe, with John.
Sitting up, I pull the sheets over me. I’m dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of panties. I watch with wide eyes as John walks into the room with a birthday cake in his hand, softly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. Tears sting my eyes; this ma
n is something special, that much I know for sure. I look past the cake to see that he’s just in his boxer shorts.
I take this time to soak him in, detailing every single inch of him. His thighs are thick and muscular. And, oh my God, he has a V that runs down the lower part of his stomach, leading to his boxers and his eight-pack is on full display. My mouth dries as I continue to gawk at him. His chest is scattered with thick dark hair, not enough to make it too much, but enough that it looks good on him. When I reach his face, he’s jaw is chiseled and it’s got that five o’clock shadow covering it, plus those green eyes of his are heated as he stares at me.
He puts the cake down on the nightstand, blowing out the candles himself, before placing his hands either side of me pressing into the mattress. His breath is hot against my face as he’s mere inches away from me. “Baby girl.” His voice is so deep with that morning gravelly sound to it that it sends shivers throughout my body. My nipples pebble as he leans even further into me. “I had the best intentions walking into this room.”
I bite back my whimper as his lips graze mine.
“But watching you eye-fuck me has changed things.”
My tongue slips out of my mouth, running along my lower lip. His eyes watch the movement. “What are you going to do?” I question breathlessly. I’m feeling bold and brazen right now. Things between us have been hotting up and I’ve been dying for it to go further, but he’s been adamant about letting me heal first and I have. I think there’s always going to be a part of me that will jump at shadows, and have nightmares on occasions, but I’m better. So much better. I’m able to be around women I don’t know without panicking, I don’t see everything as a threat anymore. I’m actually doing okay. Something I never thought would be possible.
“Baby girl, I’m going to show you what it’s like to make love. I’m going to worship every inch of you. By the time we’re finished, you’ll be spent, but you’ll know you’re not broken.”
My body reacts in ways it never has before; my back arches so that we’re touching. I actually want him to do everything he has planned for me and so much more. My hands lift and my fingers tangle in his hair as I press my lips against his. I’m being bold, doing something I had never thought possible, but in the space of three months this man has changed the way I perceive things. With him I’m not afraid; with him I’m free.
He kisses me back feverishly; we’re all tongues and teeth. I’m clawing at him, pulling his hair, wanting more. No, needing more. He doesn’t hesitate, he gives me everything I want and so much more. His lips move from mine and I let out a sigh as he grabs the hem of the t-shirt pulling it up and over my head ; as soon as it’s off he throws it to the floor bending in once more to kiss me.