Page 48 of Love At Peace

Only a few days had passed between us, but it felt like too damn long to go without the exquisite burn of being stretched. Of being whole and complete.

“I know, gorgeous. I know. I feel it too.” He drove into me, over and over again, as he dragged his hardness along my inner walls. Sluicing suction sounds reached my ears, and I almost smiled at the feral need we shared. It smelled like sex in here, too.

“Feel what?” I teased as he sucked on my nipple. I squeezed him, reveling in the ability to make him shake this close to coming.

“How...” He sped up, pummeling my pussy. “How right it feels to be with you.”

If only it could be like this forever.

I shoved the thought away, refusing to think at all and let anything stand between me and this orgasm hurtling toward me. Too soon, it was here. All my nerve endings lit up. My heart hammered, racing so fast in my chest at a tempo that rivaled his. He lay on me, blanketing me with his body, and with the thump of his pulse matching mine, he shot his hot cum deep inside me.

I milked him, with wave after wave of pleasure rocketing through me. Trembling and wheezing to catch my breath, I hugged him close and closed my eyes.

It was over too soon.

Beneath the haze of coming so hard, with relief and pleasure sweeping over me, I tried to hold on to this bliss and ignore how I might have to leave him, to leave this, if my past would remain in my present.

Chapter 18

Roarke

After we came, we fell asleep. So warm and snuggled together like that, sleep was almost inevitable. With her arms wrapped around me, I was lulled into a deep rest that I only seemed to get in her presence. Under her weight, as I kept her draped over me, she gave me a sense of completion that filled my heart.

When I woke, though, too soon to feel fully recharged, I looked at her dozing fitfully. Her brow was creased. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I hated that she could be plagued with a bad dream, and I felt shittier when I realized just what she could be stuck on in her mind.

David.

I was usually a pretty good judge of character and was glad that I could read people relatively well. From the moment I saw David, I knew he wasn’t any friend of mine. Hearing, at last, about how terribly he’d treated Heather, he’d ensured that he would forever be my enemy.

I let her nap, lying there and holding her close so she would physically feel safe despite whatever her mind told her in her dream world. Several minutes passed, and she did calm down, not as visibly tense in my embrace.

But when we got up, when she moved apart from me, how could she get that peace again? Who would comfort her? Herself? She was an independent woman with a deep survivalist mentality, but I worried that she wouldn’t be able to self-soothe herself out of this misery David still presented.

I wanted to be the one to take care of her, to see to her being provided with the freedom to live her life as she pleased. It wasn’t so much of a possessive need to be a hero, but more of an innate draw to love her. To cherish her and know that she wasn’t lacking for anything in life.

But once she chose to leave...

I sighed as I continued to think about it all. She slept, and I lay there processing all that she’d shared.

I wouldn’t hold a grudge against her for wanting to leave Burton. David was a reminder of a dark time in her life. She’d done the brave thing to leave him and show that she wanted him in her past. With him coming here, following her here, he was threatening to prolong her misery.

Just seeing him bothered her on an elemental level, and I couldn’t blame her for that. Trauma was no fickle thing to manage. It was wrong to assume she’d “just get over it,” and I wouldn’t ever suggest that sort of a blanket platitude.

What I didn’t agree with was her logic.

She wanted to move away to leave David again. He was here, sleeping around with my niece, but I wasn’t ready to accept his actions the same way Heather had.

Is he moving on?

Physically, yes. He had moved on to sleep with Nevaeh. He’d impregnated her. There was no disputing that.

But I wasn’t sold on the idea that David was giving up on Heather.

He’d come all the way out here to track her down. He’d hung around, not leaving after a couple of days. That led me to suspect he was determined and wouldn’t stray from getting her back in his life. I saw the drive in him. I heard the vicious greed in his voice when he told her to “come home” with him.

Why would he move on to Nevaeh, anyway?

I gazed down at Heather sleeping at my side. Her cheek rested on my chest, rising and falling gently as I breathed.