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“No! I won’t do that to her. She fucking stayed, putting up with all my father’s bullshit for me. So that I had someone there for me. She’s the mother I never had, and I won’t do that to her.”
Benny stands, his need to push this getting the best of him. “Hazel would understand. I have no doubt she would do this for you—”
“Benny…” I butt in, voice calm, a quiet warning to get him to let this go for now. I look at Trace, then back at my boyfriend. He huffs air from his nose when he notes how Trace is vibrating with anger, trying his best to hold back everything within him. I give my head a subtle shake.
“Besides, it won’t make a bit of difference. People like him never get what they deserve. He’s a piece of shit who is always going to end up on top. Why do you think the Hellions exist… The Devils?” Benny flinches at the mention of the very organizations he’s trying to prevent. The battle that is often completely uphill.
“Don’t talk like that. We can take him down.”
“We can’t. Maybe they could.”
Benny’s eyes go wide before they narrow with frustration. “Criminal organizations are not the answer and you know it,” he snaps. Trace doesn’t have a care to give and, honestly, I can’t blame him. He’s been wronged and feels like he has no other choice. After a few minutes of silence, Trace glaring at the floor, his jaw ticking and hands clamped into fists while Benny watches him, Benny says, “You’re scaring me, Trace. I need you to talk to me.”
Trace’s Adam’s apple bobs and he looks up, cerulean eyes glazed over. Whatever is about to come out of his mouth isn’t his full truth. I know that look of defeat all too well from years of telling everyone I’m okay with the injustices that happen to me and my sister in public. Trace has another plan working his mind, but he tells Benny, “Not gonna do anything. Just pissed off, is all.”
“Your mind hasn’t stopped runningsince we had dinner and laid down. Anything you want to talk about?” Benny has been threading his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and neck and what he can reach of my shoulders. He’s right, my mind hasn’t stopped racing.
I’ve debated bringing it up multiple times. So many times, but I haven’t because even though the guys said nothing earlier, I didn’t miss Benny’s warning to his friend.My girl is off limits.
Which brings me to my next worry…Why the hell do I care what Trace is going through? Sure, I think I’m a good person, and I don’t want things to happen to people, but we’ve literally despised each other for as long as I can remember. Not that I just sympathize with him. No, I want to make him feel better. I want to take the anguish from his eyes.
I’m not sure if it’s because I get it, that I understand the injustice of what he’s going through or if it’s something else. Thesomething elseis scaring me. I have a boyfriend whom I love with all my heart… Why am I even thinking about this with Trace?
I wouldn’t know how to explain it to Benny, and I don’t want tension between them if he thinks something is going on with us. Which it isn’t. Never will.
“Make love to me?”
“My girl feeling needy?” Benny squeezes me, holding me closer to the length of his body. I love these moments, where we cuddle, huddle close to one another as if we just can’t get close enough. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don’t. Doesn’t matter. I just need these moments with him when I feel completely grounded and safe.
“Yes. I need a connection with you. I miss just being us and not your damsel.”
“I hear you, baby. I hear you and I’m sorry I’ve been so neurotic lately. It’s just… Fuck, it scared me. When Trace called me, I thought I was going to lose my mind.” I reach up and place my hand against Benny’s cheek. I hate he went through that. After everything he’s been through in his life, the shit I have to deal with feels like such a burden I’m placing on him. It isn’t fair.
“Kiss me.” Benny doesn’t hesitate to help me build that connection with him. His kiss is deep, meaningful and tells me we are here, together. We’re safe and nothing can happen to us. I kiss him back with everything I am.
We’re in our pajamas, consisting of his boxers and a shirt and panties for me, so it isn’t hard to get ourselves undressed. Benny slides my shirt up over my head and when I lift my hips, he wiggles my panties down my legs and off my feet, leaving me completely bare to him.
“Nox, you’re so beautiful. Do you know how much I love these thighs? How much I love burying myself between them?” Warm, sensual kisses travel from the underside of my knee as he directs my leg outward and continues kissing a trail to the apex of my thighs. He doesn’t linger there. Instead, he avoids it completely, leaving me squirming beneath him and panting with anticipation.
Lips on the underside of my other thigh, he places that one bent as wide as it will naturally fall, so he has an unobstructed view of my center. This time, his trail of kisses lands directly on my core, where he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Benny!” I cry out, my hand diving into his bronzed curls. Gray eyes find mine, glinting with mischief and heat. He licks up my slit, swirling his tongue around my clit. I arch into him as I dig my heels into the mattress.
“So sweet, baby.” My legs begin to shake and Benny places his warm palms on either one, holding them in place. I squirm beneath his sensual tongue as my orgasm builds and builds.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” My words are quiet, breathy, and laced with lust. Benny’s hand clamps over my mouth, serving as a silent reminder to keep it down. A reminder I don’t want, but he’s right. We aren’t alone. I push all thoughts of Trace out of this time with my man, and my orgasm burns through me.
“Beautiful.” Laying over me, covering me with his weight, Benny swipes my hair from my sticky forehead, then he lines himself up and enters me slowly. Every inch deeper has me tightening around him. A guttural groan pours from him as if he simply can’t help himself.
I need him closer to me. What in the world is this? It’s like I just can’t get enough of him, like I never will. I wrap my arms around his powerful neck and tighten my grip. Taking the direction, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of my shoulder before he plants his teeth into the muscle there. A gasp steals from my lips as tingling pleasure ignites in my core.
“Come with me,” he murmurs. “Come again, with me this time. I need to feel you.” He’s buried so deeply within me that won’t be a problem. I already feel my next orgasm on the horizon. His thrusts go from slow and steady to a little frantic, but he keeps our bodies together, not even a hair’s width of space between us.
“I’m so close.”
“Whenever you’re ready, baby, give me everything.” We slide together, our bodies trembling for one another, our passion bleeding out of us. Benny’s groan is long and low and even though I’m trying my best to be quiet, I can’t help the gasps of pleasure he’s bringing out in me. “That’s my girl.”
My ribs tweak and pain rips through my midsection, clicking a memory into place and taunting me before another boot thuds against my ribs, cracking them on impact. The breath shoots from my lungs.
