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My tongue dives into her opening, thrusting in and out. Holly pushes her pussy harder into my face. I fucking love how she becomes so overtaken with pleasure she loses all of her inhibitions. Fuck, I need more. Rolling onto my back, I lift and place her thighs over my head. “Ah, what are you doing?” she asks, confused.
“You’re going to ride my face, dolcezza. Grab the headboard,” I say, lowering her pussy onto my mouth.
“Oh, shit, don’t stop. Bloody hell, God!” Her screams get louder, her hips start to move faster, and she presses down harder. If suffocation is how I’m destined to go out, there is no better way than this.
I can feel her juices running down my chin—I want it all.I reach behind her, my finger finding her ass and slowly working its way in. And the moment it does, her body tenses up.
Her thighs tighten around my head, and she shivers through her orgasm.Beautiful.She’s always beautiful. But this is my favorite look of hers: her head thrown back, her long red hair falling down the curve of her spine, her mouth open in that O-shape, a look of pure contentment in her eyes.
Yes, this is the look I want to see as often as possible.
ChapterTwenty-Six
I’m nervous. I can’t be nervous right now, but the butterflies rolling around in my stomach haven’t read the memo. I know T has been putting on his usual mask of indifference, like nothing affects him. This has to be hurting him though. Today is his father’s funeral. We’re standing on the steps of the church, greeting guests as they arrive, with his mother on one side of him and me on the other.
Gloria was none too pleased to find me here next to her son. Other than an icy glare, which speaks volumes all its own, she hasn’t said a word to me. Theo’s grip on my hand tightens every now and then. It’s the only sign he gives that he’s not okay.
I feel useless. I should be comforting him, making things easier. I just don’t know how. I’m way out of my element here. I remember the grief I felt at Dylan’s funeral—there was nothing anyone said (or could say) that made a difference.
So, I don’t say anything. I stand here next to Theo, holding his hand and smiling at people as they greet him and then me.
One man went in for a hug. After Theo growled—yes, literally growled and pulled me out of the man’s reach—no one else has tried to do the same. However, they do hug Theo’s mother and then him.
There are more people here than I could have imagined. Theo’s father must have been well known, and judging by all the tears and distraught expressions, he must have also been well liked—or so one could assume.
I feel Theo’s body stiffen as three older men approach the steps. “Gloria, our condolences to you and your family,” the first says, reaching out and kissing her on each cheek. Gloria bursts into another fit of tears. “T, we’ll talk later.” The same man nods at Theo, before shaking his hand and repeating the gesture.
There’s a lot of kissing of cheeks.I’m glad Theo made it known I wasn’t one to touch. I couldn’t handle all these strangers touching me.
When the first man finally looks to me, Theo offers an introduction. “Hal, my wife—Holly.” The initial shock over my title disappears as quickly as it came.
“Holly, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I’m sorry for your family’s loss.” He leans in and kisses my cheeks—one, then the other. Theo’s hand tightens around mine, but he doesn’t pull me back.
This exchange is repeated with the next two men as well. I’m introduced as Theo’s wife, and they offer their regards before moving into the church. Theo leans in and whispers, “Those are the heads of the other three families. Don’t go pointing any guns at them, dolcezza.” He smirks as he pulls his face away from mine.
“Funny,” I murmur.
The next person to come up the stairs is also the last person I expected to see: Lana, escorted by her brother. She wraps her arms around Theo, and I feel my spine straighten. How she has the nerve to touch him, to offer him comfort right now, I have no idea. My fingers itch to scratch her pretty little eyes out.She did this.“I’m so sorry for your loss,” she says to Theo.
“I bet you are,” I say under my breath, not quietly enough however. Theo pulls me against his side, wrapping his arm around my waist. I’m not sure if he’s trying to lean on me for support, or anchor me to him so I don’t do anything rash. Probably the latter.Definitely the latter.
“Thank you. As am I, for yours,” Theo says. Lana’s father’s funeral has been scheduled for next weekend. They didn’t want two on the same day.
Lana walks into the church, tugging her creepy brother behind her. That ass just stood there and stared at us, didn’t say a word. So bloody rude. I’m not sorry I held a gun to his head.But I am sorry I didn’t pull the trigger.The bloodthirsty thought shocks me. I’m not a violent person. Not usually, but something in that man makes me want to hurt him. To see him bleed. What the hell is going on with me?
“It’s time,” Father Thomas says, propping open the doors.
Theo walks in exactly how we had been standing: me on one side and his mother on the other. We’re trailed by at least six men—big men in black suits. It’s funny that a funeral is the only place these men actually fit in. They’re dressed for the occasion.
* * *
The service goes by in a blur. I keep looking to Theo; however, his facial features are set in stone. If it wasn’t for the slight tremor to his hand, no one would suspect that he’s burying his father right now.
“Theo, would you like to say a few words?” Father Thomas calls out.
For a long moment, Theo sits there. Not moving. Not even flinching. And then he stands, except he forgot the part where he was meant to let go of my hand. He drags me up to the podium, where I position myself slightly behind him and to the left, holding on to that same hand while he addresses everyone. “Thank you, Father Thomas. As many of you know, my father was a great man. A man of honor. A man who put the needs of the family above his own. He was loyal to a fault. My father taught me everything I know. I can only hope to be half the leader he was. But I’ll go on, trying to live up to his example.”
The crowd stands in silence as Theo leads me back down the steps. He doesn’t return to the pew though. Dragging me through a set of curtains, he opens a wooden door. But before shutting it, he stops the two men trailing behind. “Make sure nobody gets back here.”
