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“Now Vixen.” I pleaded, and she threw her head back as she pushed herself to another shattering orgasm. This time I joined her, delighting in the sight of her coming apart for me and groaning a million curses as I felt myself spill deep inside her.
She fell forwards against me and she spasmed around my sensitive cock as she came down from whatever cloud she had just ended up on top of.
“Oh. My. God.” she panted, and I chuckled and winced at the same time.
She straightened up instantly at the noise and eyed me with concern before her gaze dropped to the dressing on my stomach, which was now hanging off of my body, revealing my healing wound.
“Are you-.”
I grabbed her face in my hands and tilted her to look into my eyes.
“I’m ok, I’m just not used to it. I promise you though, I’m fine.”
She searched my face as though she was looking for a lie. She wouldn’t find one, because I was more than fine. I was on top of the fucking world.
12
Meg
Warm arms wrapped around me, and I wriggled back against the solid body that lay behind me. The citrus scent of him bringing a soft smile to my lips and I slowly opened my eyes as I roll over to face him.
His eyes remained closed but the corners of his mouth tip up as I place a featherlight kiss to them.
“Good morning little Vixen.” he grumbled in a voice thick with sleep.Fuck, that’s hot.
“Good morning,” I replied quietly, not wanting to break this peaceful moment between us.
Waking up in his arms is something I’d imagined doing so many times. Almost every morning since the night I almost lost him I had wished that we could do this. I wanted to enjoy this.
Wait. This is actually happening. FUCK.
I cursed loudly as I shot off of the bed in a panic and spun on the spot in search of a clock, my phone, anything that can tell me what time it is. There’s light spilling in through the gaps in the blinds but that doesn’t mean a lot at this time of year, it’s usually already starting to get light by 5am.
“Where the hell is my phone?” I complain as I start sifting through the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Handbag?” Toby suggests from his place on the bed where he is still laying with his eyes closed.
“Eugh of course.” I sighed. After our afternoon activities when Adonis had left us, I had checked my phone once, realised that I didn’t want thoughts and worries around Lorenzo to taint our evening, and hid it away in my handbag. I had intended to stay for the dinner that Toby was re-heating and then leave after.At least I’d had good intentions, I just didn’t execute them well.
I’d call Adonis, find out what story he had spun, and go with that. I may still dislike him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to not communicate with the guy who was covering my ass. No, I was worse, I was whatever comes after stupid because apparently, I’d fallen into bed with Toby and not fucking left.
I found my phone in my bag and the screen lit up with multiple messages. I skimmed over them, mostly from Adonis asking what the hell I was playing at. His language had become more colourful with each one and the final one was entirely in Italian. There was only one from Lorenzo, telling me he was going to bed, and expected to see me bright and early for breakfast, and one from Cooper asking again if I was ok.
Coop had got into the habit of constantly asking me the same question, and I gave him the same response each time, I would be. Eventually.
I text him back, adding the same question in reverse to him, remembering that he had become Lorenzo’s choice of punching bag and praying that Adonis had managed to come up with a lie believable enough to keep my friend safe. I knew he wasn’t Coop’s biggest fan, and the feeling was likely mutual, but if he meant what he said yesterday then he would have taken that into consideration.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I re-read over Adonis’ messages, he was angry with me, understandable, I guess. I debated ignoring him completely, but something in the back of my mind told me I should feel a bit shit about putting him in that position. I had no idea why, maybe it had something to do with how Lorenzo had hurt us both, maybe it was just because I wasn’t a complete monster. I didn’t think too far into it, instead just sending a quick response saying that I’d be home soon, and that we could talk later. I knew that I should apologise, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it yet. I’d take the day to psych myself up to do it. I blame Toby for this, I swear that beautiful man is making me soft.
After sending the messages I finally checked the time. 5.30. Ok, that I can work with. It would take twenty minutes to get to the house, Lorenzo was usually up around 6.30, so I’d just hope that he didn’t chose today of all days to get up earlier. I’d sneak in, somehow, I’d probably have to bribe the gate guard, and come out of my room at 6.45, fresh and sporting a blatantly fake smile just as I did every other morning.
I looked up at the bed where Toby was now watching me with a sleepy smile on his face.
“You have to go don’t you.” he asked with a light sigh.
“I do.” I said, sadness expanding in my chest.
I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay in this bubble of happiness forever. But I was smart enough to know that that wasn’t even a tiny bit realistic until Lorenzo was taken care of. I needed to work out my plan more solidly now. I couldn’t drag this out much longer.
