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“No, baby. Being independent and taking care of yourself doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. This was a huge thing you did, and while I wish you’d let me come with you, I understand your thought process. I just…” He breaks off, closing his eyes and taking another calming breath. “I don’t know what the fuck I would do without you,” he breathes. “I don’t want to suffocate you or clip your wings the way your father has your whole life. But God, if you’re in danger, in real danger, I want to be the one you come to. It’s not weak to ask for help.”
I curl up against Huxley and tuck my head into his shoulder, needing to be as close to him as possible. “Thank you,” I tell him, unsure what else to say. “I know you’re not like my dad. In the last week, I’ve had more fun, more adventures, and more experiences than I’ve had in my whole life. I felt safe and seen and lo–” I cut myself off, not wanting to say the last part. Is it too soon for that?
“Safe, seen, and…?” Huxley prompts.
“Loved,” I whisper.
Huxley smiles down at me, rubbing his nose against mine. “You are, my sweet Jordan. I love you with everything in me. All I want is for you to be happy and free.”
“I love you, too,” I reply, happy tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. “Thank you for this beautiful life you’ve shown me. All I want is to share it with you.”
Huxley presses his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss before tucking my head under his chin. “Rest now. I’ve got you, love. I’m not letting go.”
Huxley's whispered words are the last thing I hear before sleep claims me, body and soul.
Hours pass, though I don’t remember quite when I fell asleep or how long I’ve been out.
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s just a nightmare. You’re safe now.”
The words filter through my subconscious and rip me from the depths of sleep. Fragments of memories distorted by fear swirl through my mind and evaporate. My heart pounds almost painfully. I can’t seem to breathe, and my eyes are swollen with fresh tears.
“Look at me, Jordan.”
I turn my head toward the voice, finally recognizing it as Huxley’s.
He brushes some of my hair out of my face and cups the side of my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumb. “That’s it. Look at me and breathe. Breathe, love, just breathe.”
Even in the dark, I can see his face painted with worry, his eyes pleading with mine to trust him. Huxley props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me and wiping my tears away. I can’t seem to find my voice, but we don’t need words. We just need each other.
I reach out for him, winding my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down until he’s hovering over me, our lips millimeters apart. “Please?” I whisper into his mouth right before he closes the distance between us.
He doesn’t ask what I need. He knows because he needs it, too.
Huxley’s tongue slips in between my lips, caressing my mouth in soft, slow strokes while his hand glides down my naked body. He cups my breast and gently massages it, running his thumb over my nipple before continuing on his path. My body arches, meeting his hand as it wanders down my torso.
When he dips two fingers into my slit, I gasp quietly, breaking our kiss. I spread my legs, opening myself up for him, letting him know exactly where I need him.
Huxley climbs on top of me, pushing my thighs farther apart so he can settle his hips in between them. He rests his forehead on mine as he enters me slowly. I stretch around him, every single inch bringing us closer together until he’s home, right where he belongs.
He stays still, both of us needing this, right here, this moment, this connection. Huxley kisses his way down my jaw and neck, then nuzzles into my shoulder as he pulls his cock out and pushes back in. I wrap my arms around his back, lightly dragging my nails down his skin. He drops to his forearms, one on either side of my head, pressing more of his weight down on me.
Each time he hits the end of me, my hips jerk, and my thighs squeeze him tighter. He groans so quietly I almost don't hear him, but his cock twitches deep, so deep inside me, while he continues his torturously slow pace.
“Huxley…” I gasp, lifting my hips to meet his.
He hooks one hand under my knee to draw my leg toward my chest. At this angle, he hits my most sensitive spot with each steady, measured stroke.
I whimper, but he drowns out my sounds with a searing kiss. My heartbeat throbs in my clit, forming a tight ball of pressure that radiates outward in time with Huxley’s thrusts. I’m completely wrapped up in the ocean of his muscles as they tense around my trembling body.
“Jordan,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me. Let go, love.”
I nod and cup his cheeks, staring into those beautiful brown eyes that stole my heart with one look. “Come with me,” I whisper.
The words barely leave my lips before my orgasm washes over me, gently at first, then more intensely as wave after wave of sharp, biting pleasure breaks over my body. I open my mouth in a silent scream, each ragged breath somehow making me come again, harder, faster, over and over, until Huxley grunts and fills me with his seed.
We tense and shake together, and then Huxley collapses, rolling to the side so he doesn’t crush me. I scoot closer to him, but I’m not fast enough because he reaches out and drapes me across his chest, kissing my forehead while playing with my hair.
“I love you so much, Jordan,” he says softly, reverently.
