… And you just stopped…
It’s another hotel room.
I fucking hate bringing her here. I never want her to feel cheap, and I feel like that’s what this is doing. Also, it’s the 7th hotel room we’ve stayed in, in the last 2 weeks… since the weekend at my mother’s house.
She’s lying next to me as I lean against the headboard. The sun shines onto her face and I can’t help but watch her breathing.
“You’re being weird.” She whispers to me, causing me to laugh as she slides across the bed to where I’m sitting. “Why are you up?”
“Just thinking.” I tell her as she looks up at me. Her big brown eyes reeling me in, just like they always do.
“You think too much.” She mumbles, tugging on my arm until I am lying down, facing her. “What are you thinking about?” I don’t need to tell her because she already knows. Sighing as she looks at me again. “Stop worrying.”
“Easy for you to say.” I smirk at her once again. I told myself that regardless of what was going on with Ella and I that I wouldn’t cave into her… only I didn’t heed my warning to myself.
And I’m fully aware that she will probably end up getting me killed in the grand scheme of things. “Axe, if what you’re saying is true… I won’t let them.” She pauses, still looking at me.
“What?”
“You make it seem like everyone holds me on this pedestal—” I stop her.
“Because they do.”
“That may be, but if it is, then whateverthisis, you’re afraid of happening. I won’t let it happen.” Tilting my head, I look at her once again.
“I have a feeling it won’t matter what you say. They look at you like someone they need to protect and as soon as they find out, that thing they will need to protect you from is me.” I’m whispering to her as I brush my hand across her face.
“But they don’t know.”
“I know they don’t, but they’re also not going to wait long enough for us to explain everything.” She glares at me before I pull her into me, her naked body pressed against mine, and I’m kissing her again.
This... this is the whole reason that when I think about how everything is going to explode around us, and we should just call it now that I can’t because of the goddamn feeling this gives me. Rolling her onto her back and hovering above her. Leaning in, caging her body with mine. We’re kissing as she presses herself flush against me. I can’t help but groan out. I can feel the slickness of her pussy as my dick presses against it. Moving my head from her mouth, I trail kisses down her neck. I just want to memorize every inch of her body. The freckle above her collarbone, the small scar on her left hip, the way her body curls into me as she’s orgasming. Searing it all to memory so that way when she finally leaves, when this finally all blows up, I’ll always have it.
Pushing back up, I look at her smiling, reaching over and grabbing a condom off of the side table, rolling it over my shaft, and I press myself inside of her. She gasps out and I watch her in admiration as the ecstasy overtakes her mind.
Suddenly, her body goes rigid, and she pats my arm three times. Instantly, I pull away from her and I can tell by the look on her face alone that she’s panicking. “Babydoll, what’s wrong?” I look at her, concerned, before I move back to give her space and she’s breathing, a panicked breath, but I won’t touch her until she tells me to.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers out before the tears fall.
“Whoa, what’s wrong, Babydoll?” I whisper out to her before I lay back next to her, and she scoots into me. I take that as a hint and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers out again, and it breaks my fucking heart.
“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for.” I tell her as I tilt her chin up and look down at her. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You mean that?”
“Absolutely. What happened though, so I know not to do it again.” I ask her, curious because I hate to see her hurting out like this, even more so I hate I caused her to freak out like this. Slowly, I move behind her, just pulling her backwards to lie against me, wrapping her up, hoping that my arms alone will make her feel at ease once again.
“Nothing,” she laughs, “that’s the thing. I don’t know why. I just started panicking suddenly.”
“Hey,” I whisper to her as I kiss behind her ear. “It’s okay.” Reaching over briefly, I grab the remote and turn the TV on. It’s still early in the morning and we have a couple of hours before we have to be out of the room and honestly, I just want that time spent with her.
It takes about an hour before she glances over her shoulder at me; I’m laughing at whatever was just said in the movie and she wears a sly smile. “You really mean that?”
“What?” I look at her, slightly confused about what she’s talking about.
“You meant it was okay.”
