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I roll over in bed and look at the time. It's a few minutes past two in the morning, and sleep still evades me. I can't stop worrying about Blake and what kind of headspace he's in. Having a sister he didn't know existed show up tonight has sent him into a tailspin. Thank God she got to the clubhouse when she did. Now I'm left with more questions than answers regarding Blake. For as long as I've known him, he's been a closed book. He has never divulged where he came from, who his parents are, or given clues about his past. The only time Blake lets parts of his past rise to the surface of the abyss he is drowning in is when I play for him. For that split second, when our eyes connect and the music wraps him in its embrace, I see the pain scratching at the surface. But as quickly as it appears, it fades. Now, I can't help but worry about what danger lies ahead for Blake, especially with whatever situation brought this young girl to our doorstep.
I lie awake, waiting for Blake to walk through my door. I've spent many nights doing the same. Something has to give. I should go to him. I may need to make the first move for once. Sitting up, I climb out of bed, pad over to the chair in front of the window, and slip on the silk robe flung over the arm. Turning on my heel, I head for the door, but I pause the moment I go to turn the handle.What if this is a bad idea?
Lowering my hand, I begin to pace the length of my bedroom. "Leave him be, Ember. Forcing it could push him further away." I try to talk myself out of going to him. What if I push him, and it screws up what we have already? I stop pacing and look at my closed door. "Fuck it." I run to the door and fling it open, gasping when I run straight into Blake, whose large frame fills the doorway. "Blake," I breathe. "I was just about…" He cuts me off by crashing his mouth down on mine. I don't hesitate to grant his tongue access. He doesn't waste any time, either. He ushers us back, kicking the door shut with his booted foot while reaching between us and releasing the tie to my robe. His palms start at my shoulders and leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he slips the silk from my body. His hands never leave my skin as they trek down the sides of my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples pushing against my tank's fabric. I moan into his mouth when his large hands grip my ass and I'm lifted off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the friction of his jeans rubs against my panty-covered clit, causing me to gasp. "Blake."
A second later, my back is against the wall. "I'm done," he rasps, tugging down the front of my top, exposing my breasts.
"Done what?" I pant.
"Done fighting," he growls, just before dipping his head and taking my nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, God." My nails dig into his scalp, urging him to continue his assault. "More. I need more."
Black releases my nipple. "Fuck."
"Don't stop," I plead.
"Not a chance." He carries me over to the bed and sets me on my feet. From there, it's a frenzy to rid each other of our clothes. I pull Blake's shirt over his head while he kicks off his boots. Next, he frees me of my top. "Turn around," he orders.
Doing as I'm told, I slowly turn. Then I notice our reflections in the mirror mounted on my dresser across from the bed. "First, I'm going to fuck you, and you will watch as I make your pussy come all over my cock." Blake bites the column of my neck. "Then it's going to be my turn to watch as I lay you on your back, crawl between your thighs, and make love to you, Vita Mia."
I bite my bottom lip and rub my thighs together to try and alleviate the ache his words have caused. Behind me, Blake pulls the thin material covering my pussy from my body. "Be a good girl, Ember, and watch." A shiver wracks my body at his command, and I nod. In my euphoric haze, I miss the moment Blake strips out of his jeans, but I don't miss the velvety feel of his hard cock against my ass.
With one palm pressed against my back, Blake pushes me forward until my hands are flat against the bed. He takes his other hand and wraps it around the front of my neck, gently urging me to arch my back. His palm then trails its way down my back and over my ass until his fingers come into contact with my center.
"So fuckin' wet for me." He swirls his thumb over my swollen clit. "Put one leg up on the bed and spread." His grip on my neck tightens as I feel the blunt head of his cock kiss the entrance of my pussy. When he pauses, we make eye contact through the mirror. When our eyes meet, he drives forward, and I scream his name."Blake!"It's as if time slows and the room fills with an electric charge. My skin prickles with an awareness that I know he, too, can sense. Blake's grip tightens around my neck. "You feel that? You feel me?" he grunts between thrusts.
"Yes," I breathe. "I feel you. Don't stop."
Soon, I start rocking backward, meeting him thrust for thrust. Sweat drips down between my breasts, and my fists clench the sheets. Out of nowhere, my orgasm starts to build. I don't want this connection between Blake and me to end, and I try to slow down our momentum.
"No," Blake growls, and suddenly I find my body lifted and my back flush against his chest. "You."Thrust."Are."Thrust."Going."Thrust."To."Thrust."Come."
I dig my nails into his forearm that's braced across my chest and give into what is already a losing battle.
"Now," he commands.
As soon as the word leaves his mouth, my pussy clamps around him, and I scream.
"That's it," he rasps against my ear. "Let me feel you flood my cock with that tight pussy."
My orgasm goes on for what feels like forever before my body goes lax in Blake's arms. When he pulls away, I hum at the loss of his heat.
"My turn now, Vita Mia." Blake lays me on my back, and the cool sheets feel good on my heated skin. And true to his word, he settles his large frame between my thighs, takes his heavy cock in his hand, and fills me again. I gasp when his cock stretches my tender pussy but welcome the mixture of pain with pleasure. True to his earlier words, Blake makes love to me soft and slow. And not once does he take his eyes off mine as he takes me over the edge before finally letting himself fall.
Hours later, the sunlight peeking through the window in my room wakes me, but I don't open my eyes. I don't want to open them and discover that what happened with Blake was a dream. Though, the ache between my thighs tells me I wasn't dreaming. I don't want to face the looming possibility that when I look over, the bed beside me will be empty and the sheets cold, just like so many mornings before. I can't bear the thought that last night wasn't as special to Blake as it was to me. Or that last night was just a way for him to escape. That last night he only saw me as a club girl. My heart tells me Blake would not use me…my body…in such a way, though. How he looked at me and held me as we made love says I'm not just a club girl. It says I'm his girl. And only his.
Opening my eyes, I sneak a glance, then swallow down a sob that threatens to escape. Blake lies beside me, looking more peaceful than I've ever seen. I keep perfectly still as I take the opportunity to absorb this moment into a memory. It's nice seeing Blake like this. He's always so tense and serious. But now, the lines on his face are relaxed, and he looks peaceful. I let my gaze travel south across the light dusting of hair on his chest as I admire the beautiful rose tattoo he has across his left rib cage. The rose is red, and in place of the stem is written in script,I am, because you were,and close to it more script that reads,Grief is love with no place to go.Though it's not visible to me now, I know his club piece covers almost his entire back.
The smell of coffee and bacon assaults my senses. The thought of bringing Blake breakfast in bed makes me smile. Careful not to wake him, I quietly ease out of bed and go to the dresser for shorts and a t-shirt before heading for the bathroom to take care of business. Relieved to see Blake still sound asleep, I exit the bedroom.
"Good morning." Lisa beams when I walk into the kitchen. "You're just in time," she tells me.
"Need any help?" I ask, pouring myself a cup of coffee and an extra to take to Blake.
Lisa takes a plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast to Doc, sitting at the table with Grey. "Nope. I got it covered. Why don't you sit down and eat with us?"
