“Never,” I whisper, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes close softly and her gentle snores fill the room.This is where I belong.
I’m wokenby the sound of the shower running in the distance. Rubbing my eyes, I stretch out on the bed. I look over to Meli’s cot, where she’s content playing with her feet. It feels so good to be back here. Red walks out the bathroom followed by a plume of steam, a towel wrapped around her and her wet curls cascading around her face.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” she asks. She’s looking much more refreshed than she was last night.
I stretch out and yawn. “It’s all good, love.”
“Rochelle is taking Meli to one of the local playgroups today. I thought we could spend the day in bed?” She winks at me, a grin adorning her beautiful face.
There’s a gentle knock at the door and she opens it just enough to see who’s there. Rochelle pushes her way past. “Where’s my beautiful baby?” she chimes, making her way across to the cot.
“She’s all ready for you and her bags are next to the door,” Red replies, rubbing her hair with another towel.
Rochelle lifts her out the cot and raises her little hand. “Say bye to Mummy and grumpy face,” she says, moving Meli’s hand to wave. Meli let’s out a squeal and kicks her little legs with excitement. Red kisses her on the head before she leaves, closing the door behind them.
She launches herself onto the bed and snuggles in beside me. She smells devine. I roll her onto her back, capturing her mouth with my own, our tongues entwined. She breathes heavily, shoving me back gently.
“Hold on,” she pants.
“It’s been well over forty-eight hours since I’ve been inside you, so there’s no stopping me.” I lean down, nibbling on her neck, and she groans in pleasure.
“But,” she protests, fighting with herself, “we need to talk.” I slow my assault on her body to look at her. That didn’t sound good, and my brows pinch together as I frown.
“Relax,” she whispers, leaning up to place a soft kiss on my lips. “I want to show you something.” She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Well . . . spit it out.” I push my hard-on into her abdomen, showing her that I really can’t wait much longer. She reaches up and pulls at the towel so that it opens, giving me full access. My eyes roam her body until they land upon the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. There, between her breasts, is a quaint tattoo of a small love heart spiralling downwards with my name entwined within it.
“Fuck, Red, it’s beautiful.” I gently trail my fingers over the intricate ink, admiring my name on her skin.
“You like it?” she asks while chewing on her bottom lip, a sure sign she’s apprehensive.
Leaning down, I place a soft kiss over the artwork. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She chuckles. “I wanted you to know that I’m yours, now and forever.” She reaches her hand up and runs it down my face. I lean into her touch and close my eyes.
How did I get so fucking lucky?
CHAPTER SIX
LIZZY
Rock works his way between my legs, blowing gently on my already glistening pussy. My body reacts instinctively. It’s been longing to have him here since the moment he was dragged away. He runs a finger through my folds as I arch off the bed, closing my eyes and relishing in his simple touch.
“Red, open your eyes,” he demands, and my eyes fly open. “I want you to watch me, so the image of me eating your cunt will be burned into your brain for eternity.” I smirk down at him and pull my bottom lip in between my teeth as he growls. He places his palm over my waist, pushing me into the bed. His tongue darts out and glides through my pussy, and he swirls his tongue around my clit, the sensation humming throughout my whole body as I watch him eat me out. He takes his spare finger and pushes it into my needy pussy as I again arch off the bed. He looks up at me, a smirk evident on his face. He watches me tentatively as my orgasm builds from his expert touch. I feel my face flush and my breathing hitch as that familiar sensation builds and my legs begin to shake.
“I’ve been dreaming of watching you come apart on my tongue for the last two days,” he says as he works his way up my body, placing gentle kisses along his path. My mouth is dry, and words escape me as I ride a wave of ecstasy. He pauses at my tattoo, admiring it before he places a tender kiss over it.
“Red, you are un-fucking-believable. You know that, right?” I frown at him, wondering what he sees in me. I’ve never been worshipped like this before. “And you’re all mine now,” he says as he runs his finger over the artwork that lays neatly between my breasts.
I reach down and grab his face in my hands, pulling him up my body.
“Are you just going to spend this child-free time admiring my tattoo, or are we going to use it wisely?” I jest, wiggling my eyebrows. I need to feel him.All of him.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, Red.” He laughs as he devours my mouth.
I layon Rock’s chest as he runs circles along my back, the last couple of hours have been amazing, we have worshipped each other’s bodies. We claimed each other properly since I agreed to be his ol’ lady, for the first time in forever I feel like I’m home. When I lived with Darius that was supposed to be my home, but it never was, it was my prison. He controlled my every move, even when I left and lived in my car, he still controlled me. I may have been free from the walls that he confined me in, but I wasn’t free in the sense I could do or be who I wanted to be. Here, in Rock’s strong embrace, I can be myself. He doesn’t want to change me, he accepts me and my daughter, he makes me feel like the most important woman in the room.
“Rock,” I whisper, hearing his laboured breathing as if he’s fallen asleep. I lift my head and, sure enough, he’s fast asleep. I peel his arm from around my shoulders, and he stirs, pulling me into his side.
