I take one deliberate step closer, leaning in until she has no choice but to look at me.
“If you come near me again, I will have you thrown out of here. Do I make myself clear?” She swallows hard and nods. “I didn’t fucking hear you?” I snarl.
“Yes,” she snaps.
I glance up at Clay. He’s looking at me with a slow, proud smile that steals the breath from my lungs. Without thinking, I grab his hand and pull him out the room. The moment we’re clear, I push him back against the wall. He stumbles a step, surprise flashing in his eyes, but I’m already rising onto my toes, crashing my mouth against his like I need him to breathe. He responds instantly. His tongue tangles with mine, hungry and sure, while his palm slides over the curve of my ass. In one effortless motion, he lifts me, turning us so my back hits the wall instead. I gasp against his lips, legs tightening around his hips as his body presses into mine, solid and real and everything I didn’t know I’ve been starving for.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my lips. “Welcome home, beauty,” he whispers.
I bite down on my lip, my pulse hammering. Every nerve ending is alive, blazing. For the first time in longer than I want to admit, I feel exhilarated. Wanted.Alive.
Clay
My lips lock with hers, and I feel starved, as if I can’t get enough of her. Hearing her accepting herself as my ol’ lady had me beaming with pride. She is no longer running scared. It’s as if she has accepted her destiny, that she is finally and completely mine. When Brandy grabbed her by the hair, I was hellbent on dealing the woman some serious damage, but I had to restrain myself. I was already in enough trouble with Drifter as it was, Ididn’t need to add fuel to the fire. But when Belle took control, I was filled with emotion. The woman I met on the bridge that night is slowly fading away, and the strong woman I knew was there all along, is starting to shine through.
“Fuck,” I whisper as she smirks at me.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” she asks breathlessly. I slide her down my body until her feet find the floor. Then I grab her hand, dragging her up the stairs. Her giggles bounce off the walls. I pull her into my room, slamming the door with my foot. Placing my hands either side of her face I take in all her beauty, her eyes no longer full of sadness but full of heat. She pushes me back slightly, shimmying out of her jeans, revealing her red lace underwear. I watch her every move, admiring each curve of her body. She lifts her shirt over her head, revealing a matching red lace bra. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for my next move, but I’m etching every single inch of her body to memory.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, big boy?”
I shake my head as I shrug out of my kutte, whipping my T-shirt over my head. I approach her as she backs up ‘til her legs touch the base of the bed, pushing her back ever so slightly until she falls onto the mattress behind her, giggling. It’s like music to my ears. She watches me through hooded eyes as I lean over her, running one hand along her leg all the way to her breast whilst resting on the other. Her body breaks out in goosebumps as I pull down the cup of her bra to reveal her breast. Her nipple pebbles as it hits the cool air, and I take it in my mouth, just grazing my teeth gently. She responds by arching her back off the bed. My hand grabs her breast roughly as my mouth releases it.
My mouth collides with hers as our tongues tangle, lost in each other. My hand trails the length of her body, sliding under her thong, caressing her folds. She groans as her juices coat my fingers. She writhes beneath me as I rub her clit, bringing herto the point of ecstasy before removing my hand. Groaning in frustration, her eyes pin me with what looks like desperation. I kick off my jeans and fist my cock, gripping it until the tip glistens. She watches me pumping hard before sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning forward, taking my dick in her mouth. Her hands rest at the base of my shaft as she twirls her tongue around my length. My cock strains against her, and an urge comes over me, so I grab her hair. She smiles up at me, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. Her cheeks hollow as she takes all of me.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat, and she pulls away, not letting me have my release. I grab her roughly and turn her, bending her over the base of the bed, her arse on full display. Her juices coat the inside of her thighs, and there’s nothing sexier than a woman’s arousal from pleasuring her man. I line myself up at her entrance, taunting her as I slide in excruciatingly slowly. She moans out loud, and my cock jerks in response. I claw at her hips as I sink into her warm pussy, holding on to my restraint as I drive into her. I thrust fast, my fingers digging into her waist.
“Fuck,” she cries out, panting. “Clay,” she screams. My name rolling off her tongue does something to me as I slow my pace. She looks over her shoulder, her hair sticking to her face.
I grin at her and pull her to stand, sliding out of her, and my cock aches to be in her instantly. I turn her to face me, placing her sweat-soaked hair behind her ear, and she leans forward, taking my lip between her teeth, tugging it gently. Her eyes sparkle with mischievous flare.
“You’d better finish what you started, Clay.” She accentuates my name, and I grab her leg, hooking it around my hip as I slide into her. I watch her tentatively as her eyes close.
“Bella,” I say sternly, removing my cock. Her eyes dart open, and she moans at the loss of contact. “Eyes on me,” I whisper. “I want to watch as you come apart on my cock.”
She licks her lips but stares at me as I hold her against me and slide her down onto my shaft. My hands firmly on her arse, I glide her seamlessly on and off my cock. She throws her head back as her walls begin to clench around me.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and she pulls her head back. Her breathing hitches as she stares right into my soul. She clenches around me as she reaches her eyes fixed firmly on my own, milking me as I grunt out my own release.
Her head flops forward against my shoulder as I slide her back to the floor. Her legs shake unsteadily as her feet hit the floor, her energy spent. I grab her tightly and help her into bed, bringing the duvet up over her.
She grabs my hand as I turn away.
“Don’t go,” she pleads as her eyes close, and I frown. She looks so vulnerable.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, sitting beside her on the bed.
“The last time . . .” She yawns, and I move her hair away from her face. She leans into my touch. “You left me,” she whispers.
I lean over and kiss her gently on her head.
“I promise I’m not leaving.” I smile down at her, her eyes still closed. She nods gently as she pulls the duvet up over her shoulders. I sit there with my hand resting on her back until her gentle snores fill the room, then I make my way to the shower.
I let the water cleanse away the last few days. I thought I’d lost her, fucked everything up. Everything I’ve touched turns to shit, including my brother. I thought maybe it was his way of paying me back from the grave, that he didn’t want me to be happy.
I scrub my hands under the running water, his blood covering them. I scrub at them with the nail brush, but his blood stains. The water runs red, and my heart thumps in my ears, slowlytaking over the sound of the running shower. My chest tightens as I place my hand on the cold tiles, stabilising myself. I turn the water to cold, bringing myself from reliving the nightmare. The water runs down my face as I watch it swirl around the shower and down the plug hole. I close my eyes and see his lifeless body.
“Fuck, Michael, just leave me alone,” I shout out into the darkness.
