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I didn’t know how to love someone and it scared me to think that my love would be measured in screaming matches and long fucks that could be too rough. Her body bore the brunt of my love in fingerprint shaped bruises and red wrists. I didn’t know if that was okay. Wasn’t love supposed to be gentle? I didn’t feel gentle things for her, though. I felt tsunamis and hurricanes for her. Could you love someone wrong?
“You’re singing to me?” Layla’s tired voice snapped me back to reality and when I saw the sleepy smile on her face, my chest loosened a bit.
I stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead. “I guess I was.”
She yawned. “I liked it. You could sing to me every night. It’d be better than how I fall asleep now.”
“I’ll sing to you every night, Layla. Every night you want me to.” I drank in the way she looked up at me and knew that I would do what I could to make it work, to be good enough for her. “I was rough on you. I’ll learn to be gentler.”
She had closed her eyes for a moment but one of them popped open. “The hell you will.”
I cupped her face and stroked my thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the black smudges. “I’m not sure I’m supposed to fuck you like that every time, sweetheart. I left marks.”
Huffing, she wiggled farther into my embrace and tucked her arms into my chest. “You told me I deserve to be fucked the way I need it. You promised.”
“I don’t remember promising.”
She sat up slightly and took my hand. Pressing my palm to her throat, she swallowed. “Do you feel my heart racing?”
I nodded.
She moved my hand over her heart and then down past her soft belly to her pussy. With her hand over mine, she pressed my hand into herself and her eyes fluttered when I growled. “I know you feel how wet I am. You did that to me, Jones. I think I died and went to heaven. I don’t think I want gentle. Maybe sometimes, but I don’t know. I like what you do to me. Obviously.”
I eased two fingers into her, feeling the mess I’d left inside, and leaned forward to rest my forehead against hers. “We were always safe with the women before you. I know after that first night and morning, we talked about being clean and birth control, but the pull between us was so strong, Firecracker. I couldn’tnotcome in you. It’s primal. Feeling you like this, messy with my come, I feel so fucking accomplished. I want a picture of you sitting on the stage at our studio back home, completely naked with your legs spread and my come leaking out. A picture just for me, X, and Mack.”
She stared at me, the wheels turning between her eyes. “Do you have your phone?”
I grunted. “I do. I don’t need you to do that, though, sweetheart. I’m taking enough from you.”
“It’s not just for you.” She took my phone when I found it under a pile of our shirts and then held it up to me. “Password.”
Instead of typing it in myself, I just told her the code. I smiled at the way she perked up as she typed the password in and then sat back and met my eyes. “Don’t get my face.”
“Layla…”
“I want you to have it. I want to know that this is on your phone, thatI’mon your phone. The idea that you could just pull it up and look at it whenever you want makes me hot, Jones. I trust you.” She gasped when I gripped her hair and took her mouth in a wild kiss.
“Goddammit, baby. Don’t turn away from us again. Trust us to take care of you, not just with this picture.” I slid the phone away from us and gripped her face. “If it’s a trade, I don’t want the fucking picture. I want the real thing. I want you.”
She searched my face and took her sweet time thinking about her answer. “I don’t think I can stay away. I’ve been miserable and all I wanted the whole time was to be with y’all. I don’t want to mess up my career, Jones, but I don’t want to torture myself.”
“No more avoiding us?” My chest thumped happily. “No more flirting with random dickheads in front of me?”
She crawled off my lap and grabbed my phone. “I wasn’t flirting with him. Unlike you and that girl.”
I growled. “I’m not sure you can handle getting fucked again so soon, Layla.”
She hurried back into my lap and shook her head. “No, you’re right. I know my limits. I just have to say one last thing. Okay?”
I grabbed my shirt and spread it out on the floor next to us, fighting a grin. “One last thing, huh?”
“Take my picture first, Jones.”
“No. Say your last thing.”
Her face made me think she might refuse but then she bit her lip and met my eyes with a heart-stopping amount of vulnerability showing in her own. “Seeing you smile at everyone else and not me hurt my feelings. I don’t want to be the reason you stop smiling. I want to be the reason behind a few of those smiles and I always want to be on the receiving end of them. I know that I hurt you, too. I caused those scowls. I just…I don’t want to be outside of your bubble.”
I swallowed as a wave of emotion surprised me and I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “You’re meant to be as far inside that bubble as you can be, Layla. Honestly, I don’t think I smiled so much before you showed up. You make me happy when you’re not pushing me away. So, let’s make a deal. You don’t push me away and I promise I’ll always smile for you.”
