Page 95 of Give Me Peace

“You’re pushing. Possibly too far.” My lip lifts in a snarl at the passive accusation. I’d never hurt Saylor. We both know that. And nothing about her current body language would make me think that I need to take a step back.

“Maybe that’s exactly what she needs. A push.” I tighten my fingers just the slightest bit. “Why were you in the goddamn water, Saylor?” For a moment, memories of my sister sneak in. Her mangled body lying on the floor. Blood—so much blood—pooled on the tile beneath her as her lifeless eyes stared back at me. I shake my head, desperate to banish the images. Saylor isn’t Elira, but for a moment, they were one and the same.

“To feel.” She whispers the words so softly I barely hear them. But it’s enough to bring me back.

“You want to feel, baby girl?” I lock my eyes on hers, noting every micro-expression. Searching for any sign of distress. I track her nod, stroking my thumb over the pulse point on her neck. “Then I’ll make you feel; better than the goddamned waves ever could.” I slip my wallet from my back pocket and tug out a condom. Tossing the piece of leather aside, I spare my brother a glance before issuing a warning of my own.

“You might want to leave now.” I look away from where he’s perched by the door—hands in his pockets and eyebrows drawn together in worry—and refocus on my girl. “You want this?” I dip my voice, keeping my words between the two of us.

“Yes.” Her answer is instant, head nodding eagerly as she tightens her fingers around the wet fabric of my shirt. I doubt consent gets much clearer than that. I place the foil packet between my teeth and use my free hand to undo my belt. It takes some effort to get the drenched fabric off my hips, but I’ve never been more grateful for my underwear preference—or lack thereof. Saylor watches with rapt attention as I rip the wrapper open and roll the condom on. I stroke my cock a few times, making sure the rubber is snug and in place.

“You ready, baby girl?” My words are gritty, voice slightly breathless as I wait on pins and fucking needles for her to give me the go ahead. Saylor licks her lips and nods, her throat flexing as she swallows nervously. As she should be. Our sizes are comical in comparison, but when you think about the logistics of us joining together like this…I almost feel bad for the beating her pretty little pussy is going to take.

I don’t bother with asking her again if she’s sure this is what she wants. I trust her judgment, and if she wants my cock, I’m more than happy to give it to her. First, I lift the sopping sweatshirt from her body, groaning when I find her bare underneath. I can’t contain my appreciation at the sight of her tits. Unable to help myself, I lick the valley between them before sucking on her nipple. Saylor sucks in a sharp breath, making me grin as I release the hardened bud with an audible pop. Next, I slip off her leggings, which are a fuck-ton harder to remove than my jeans were.

“Damn, Little Fighter,” I pant, tilting back just the slightest so I can drink my fill of her in nothing but black cotton panties. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” As if feeling my same sense of urgency, her hips cant forward. I grunt, fisting my dick roughly. It’s been a long goddamn time since I’ve been with a woman. The fact that it’s Saylor wedged between me and the hopefully sturdy drywall has my balls drawing up painfully with the need to come.

Impatient as fuck, I push her panties to the side and stroke my fingers through the bare lips of her pussy. I sigh, wondering if this is what actual fucking heaven feels like. She’s wet, and not from her impromptu swim. No, the slickness of her arousal is all for me. A reaction I earned. I push two fingers in, watching in fascination as her lip’s part. She digs her nails into my sides, but I welcome the bite of pain. Done with nice and easy, I line my cock up and grip Saylor’s hips. I surge forward at the same time I yank her down, entering her tight little pussy in one hard stroke.

“Roan!” She squeals, attempting to shimmy up the wall to get away from the sudden intrusion. I hold her in place, refusing to let her gain an inch of separation.

“You wanted to feel, baby girl. So, fuckingfeelme.” I groan, trying to keep still so Saylor can adjust, but it’s akin to goddamn torture. She’s got me in a vice grip, and if she so much as breathes too harshly I’ll nut. I look between us, to where my cock is stuffed inside her, that pink flesh stretched around me so fucking beautifully. I’m transfixed by the sight, desperate to move and watch the way her body takes me, but also wanting to freeze this moment and bask at the feel of her wrapped around me.

I let a string of spit fall to her clit, peering up at Saylor from beneath my eyelashes as I do, wanting to gauge her reaction to something she might find degrading. Thankfully, all I find is blown pupils and a flushed chest, both of which I can work with. I stroke my thumb over that bundle of nerves, using my saliva as a lubricant. Her eyes flutter, body going lax at the pleasure humming through her veins. I take the opening and start to move, easing out before surging back in. Over and over.

Every mewl and cry Saylor makes only spurs me on. I fuck her harder, cradling her head so it doesn’t smack the wall from the force of my thrusts. I want every inch of her body, which is why I don’t pull back when my cock bumps against her cervix. I just keep fucking her, urged on by the string of ‘yeses’ and pleas for me to not stop, despite the tears streaming down her face. Because right here and now, the two of us have never been more connected. Even with Loch still present, watching me crack the wall from the force of our fucking.

Maybe he wanted to make sure Saylor was okay, that she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew. But I’d be willing to wager he’s just a horny old fuck who’s more than happy to watch our girl come on my cock. And if her heated gaze in his direction is anything to go by, Saylor has no opposition to having a spectator. Her bright blue eyes land on mine, making my movement stutter. I’m so fucking gone for this girl. We stare at one another as I clench my jaw and wrap my hand in her hair. I tug her head back, exposing her neck so I can sink my teeth into it.

Saylor screams, rocking her hips forward, but I hold her steady. I rut myself inside her, so goddamn lost that I resort to animalistic behavior. This is what she does to me. Makes me forget everything but her, until I’m singularly focused and itching to touch and taste every part of her. Her clit is pressed to my pubic bone, getting worked angrily as I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass.

“Take me, baby girl,” I whisper hoarsely, dropping my forehead to Saylor’s shoulder as I try my hardest to stave off my impending release. “Need you to come.” Just as I give voice to the thought, Saylor tightens around me, making me choke back a curse. The walls of her pussy start to spasm, setting off my own orgasm. I groan, long and loud, drawing out a few shallow strokes to prolong the pleasure.

We’re both panting by the time I come to a stop. Saylor’s limp in my arms, relaxed and sated, her mind completely blanked of everything else. An almost indiscernible click sounds behind us from my door being shut. Guess Loch decided to head out now that the show is over. I slide my cock out, hissing at the loss, and tug the condom off. I walk us both to the bathroom and toss it in the trash, then start the shower. Saylor’s eyes are barely open, so as soon as the water’s warm, I step in.

I soap my girl up, being extra gentle when I clean between her legs. She doesn’t seem bothered, though. Just rests her head on my chest and lets me do as I please. We both needed this. To come together and feel. And fuck, did I feel. She’s everything. My entire goddamn world, and I refuse to lose her to some nobody who’s too chicken shit to show his face. No one is going to take her from us. Certainly not a coward who preys on innocent women under the cloak of anonymity.

We’ll never let it happen, and even if I have to remind myself a thousand times, I will fucking believe in our ability to keep Saylor safe. The moment I start questioning our competence, I might as well take myself off the case. Because at the end of the day, she’s more than our girlfriend. The stakes might be higher because of who Saylor is to us, but we’re still qualified to protect and defend her if the need arises. I have to trust my training, and right now it’s obsessing over how I found her halfway out to fucking sea.

“You hate the ocean,” I mumble, resting my chin on her head. Saylor stiffens, but I keep running my fingers over the bumps of her spine. The last thing I want is for her to feel like this is an interrogation. But as I much as I have to trust myself and the guys, I need to trust her as well. We can’t protect her if she’s hellbent on putting herself in jeopardy. Aside from going in the water and the danger that entailed, Saylor running off like that was reckless in its own right. There are too many unknowns for her to be going anywhere—two feet or fifty yards—without one of us tagging along.

“I’m sorry,” Saylor whispers, hugging me a little tighter.

“I don’t need your apologies, Little Fighter.” I peel Saylor away from me so I can look her in the eye. “You can’t do that to me ever again. To us. I know how strong that urge can be to run away from everything, but I need you to fight it. If you need space, head downstairs or take a room. Doesn’t even have to be yours. Just don’t split and leave us wondering where the hell you went.” I brush the wet hair from her face and kiss the tip of her nose.

“Promise,” Saylor sighs, leaning up to peck my lips. I flip the shower off and grab a towel to wrap around her. She’s dragging, emotionally and physically spent. When she’s nice and dry, I head to the closet to grab us some clothes. I dress Saylor in one of my t-shirts, then place her on the counter. I kiss her cute little toes before slipping on some socks, knowing how easily her feet get cold. Once we’re both dressed, I carry her to bed. She gets comfortable, patting the spot beside her. I slide in, a content and sated smile on my face as I tug her closer.

“I love you,” Saylor voices, twirling a wet strand of my hair around her finger as she drifts off to sleep. I swear it’s a direct link to my fucking heart. A metaphor for how wrapped up I am.

“I love you too, baby girl.” I kiss the top of Saylor’s head and close my eyes, allowing myself to breathe fully for the first time since Loch relayed Denvers call. We’ve still got a shitstorm waiting for us when we wake, but for now, my girl is safe and in my arms.

Chapter Forty-Six

Saylor

The following days are nothing short of hell. I’ve regressed back to the frightened girl who woke in the hospital, surrounded by people, yet still feeling utterly alone. The gambit of emotions I go through from one minute to the next is tortuous. Danielle has cleared her schedule twice to help me through a spontaneous breakdown, and the guys are walking around on eggshells, at a loss for what to say or do to make any of this right.

I’ve spent the last hour detailing my latest nightmare. A faceless, shadowed image of a man lurking just out of focus, his cold eyes boring into me. I can’t see them clearly, but the eerie sense of foreboding it leaves me with tells me all I need to know. It unnerved me so badly, I bolted from sleep. Literally hit the ground running, desperate to escape the feel of being watched and preyed upon.