Twenty-One

Haisley

I stepped into the house, and the smell of the pine tree and cinnamon sticks that we had hung on the tree filled the air. The scent alone made all the other bad from tonight fade away. This reminded me of our tree, Saxon, and our night decorating it. I felt safe and wanted here. Yes, I missed my siblings, but here, I felt taken care of. I’d always been the caretaker, and I had never truly felt safe. Part of me felt guilty for having this when my siblings didn’t. But then would I want to be here if it wasn’t for Saxon? Would I want to leave my family and live somewhere nicer without them if I didn’t have these feelings for Saxon?

No. I’d want to be with my family. Wherever they were.

I was happy here because he was here.

I slipped off his jacket and turned to hand it to him. The time in his bedroom tonight had been the best part about this evening. But after all that happened, I knew the guy he’d been in that moment probably wasn’t coming back. I wasn’t sure what I had to do to get that Saxon back. The one who bordered on dark and looked as if he wanted to strip me naked and take me against a wall.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from groaning at the image I now had in my head. Saxon took his jacket from me. I let go of my lip and smiled at him.

“Good night,” I said, needing to get in the bedroom before I threw myself at him.

“You’re tired?” he asked.

“Yes,” I lied.

He nodded, and I turned to go to my room.

Saxon’s hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. “You’re not sleeping in there anymore.”

I looked back at him, and there it was. The dark Saxon.

“My bed from now on,” he said as he led me across the living room to the one room I hadn’t been inside of yet.

When I cleaned, I didn’t go in his room. I wanted to respect his privacy.

He opened his door and pulled me inside with him. I stood there, looking around at the room that was three sizes bigger than the one I had been sleeping in. The massive bed in the center had black sheets and a black down comforter with at least six pillows. The thought of sleeping there with him made my body hum with excitement. I bet it smelled like him.

Saxon’s hands rested on my waist, and I shivered when his warm breath touched the curve between my neck and shoulder. His lips brushed my skin, and a small moan that I realized had come from me was the only sound in the room.

“I’ve been thinking about taking this dress off you since you put it on in the dressing room today,” he told me as he trailed kisses along my shoulder. “I’ll let you sleep, but first, I just need to taste you.”

His hands went to the ties at the back of the dress, and they were loosened with ease. When my dress started to slide down, he stopped it, holding it up with his hands over my breasts. I gasped from the touch. I felt like I was on sensory overload.

“Turn around and look in the mirror,” he said, moving me so that the mirror over his dresser was in front of us.

My chest was rising and falling so fast that there could be no doubt in his mind that I wanted this. I was struggling to control myself, and I wasn’t hiding it at all.

His hands moved away, and the fabric slid down my body, baring my breasts, then slipping over my hips until I stood there in nothing but a white satin thong and the red heels Saxon had chosen for me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he looked at me.

My eyes went up to his face, but his eyes were busy taking in my body. He moved a hand up to cup one of my breasts while the other covered my stomach before sliding down to the front of my panties.

“You’re so goddamn perfect. Every inch of you. I can’t decide where I want to touch first. Where I want to lick.” He moved his hand under the satin of my panties and shoved it down between my legs.

A deep groan vibrated against my back, and he sucked in a breath as his fingers slid between my tender folds. “You’re soaking wet.”

I whimpered as my knees buckled. Saxon wrapped his other arm around me, holding me up as he continued to explore between my legs while he watched us in the mirror.

“You taste so good here. I’ve fucking craved it.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear. “Missed it.”

Oh God. If he kept this up, I was going to orgasm just like this.

“Do you want to sleep, baby, or can I lay you down on my bed, spread your legs, and lick up all this sweetness?”

My back arched, and I shook as an orgasm broke loose inside of me.

“Saxon,” I cried out as he buried his fingers inside of me. I rocked against his hand as the wave of pleasure took me with it.

The moment it eased, my feet were off the ground, and I was carried over to the bed, where Saxon laid me down. I looked up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes devouring me as he did so. The sight of his bare chest had me wiggling with impatience.

“Fuck it,” he growled, ripping the rest of the buttons open and shrugging out of his shirt before climbing onto the bed.

Without taking off my panties, he spread open my legs, ran his finger under the thin piece of fabric, then lowered his head and began to taste the soaked satin. I watched him, unable to breathe. The way he savored it, as if it were a delicacy, made me start to beg. I needed his mouth on me. He buried his face between my legs then. The first swipe of his tongue had me bucking my hips and crying out his name again.

My hands went to the back of his head as he made hungry sounds while tasting me, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Please don’t stop,” I sobbed, so close to another orgasm.

Saxon’s hands squeezed my inner thighs hard as he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue. The second release hit me, and it was more powerful than the first one.

“AH! OH GOD!” I screamed.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my tongue,” he said in a husky voice.

He continued to lap at me as I trembled through the pleasure. When I began to come down from my high, he lifted his head to look up at me.

“Is it more sensitive?” he asked, using his knuckle to caress me.

“It is. Everything is more … more intense. I think that’s why I’m …” I paused.

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re what?”

I licked my lips. “I mean … I always want you, but I ache more.”

A wicked grin curled his lips as he pushed a finger inside me. My mouth fell open, and I let out a moan.

“It’s swollen inside,” he said, his eyes going darker. “That’s making you needy. Wet.”

I was panting as he slowly played with me.

His eyes went to my boobs. “Just like how your gorgeous, full tits are swollen.”

“Yes.” My head fell back on the pillow. “I stay aroused. When you touch me or look at me, it gets so much worse.”

Saxon slipped his finger out of me, and I started to protest when he crawled over me. He stopped and tugged at one of my nipples with his teeth, then sucked on it before moving over to do the same to the other. His big hands moved up to squeeze them as he went from flicking his tongue over the nipple, then sucking again. It felt amazing.

When he let go, our eyes locked, and then he moved further up my body with a trail of kisses over my collarbone and my neck until his mouth was on mine. I could taste myself on him. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled at the curls. I loved his hair. He bit my lower lip and began to suck it. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his hips. Even through the pants he was still wearing, I could feel his hard length. I started to rub against it, needing that friction.

Saxon’s lips left mine, and he was off the bed, his hands unbuttoning his pants. The moment he shoved them down, along with his briefs, I wanted to beg at the sight of his long, thick erection.

His hands went to my panties then, and he pulled them down my legs and over my heels before tossing them away.

“We’re leaving the shoes on,” he said, leaning down to kiss my left ankle, then my calf before he climbed back onto the bed, wrapping his hand around his erection.

I wanted to touch it, but he lowered his body over mine, and the tip ran along my entrance. I wanted that more. I wanted that so much more.

“Your juices covering my cock—it’s fucking hot.” His deep voice sounded strained. “Not sure how long I can last once I get inside you.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to get off the second you’re inside me,” I admitted.

He let out a low sound. “Damn, baby.”

He ran a hand down my leg, and then his fingers circled my ankle, where the straps of my heels buckled. Picking it up, he placed my leg over his shoulder. With one rock of his hips, he sank into me fully. It stretched me to the point that it was almost painful, but in just the right way.

“So tight,” he said through clenched teeth as the veins in his neck stuck out. “Nothing feels as good as you do. Fucking nothing.”

He started to move then, and I grabbed his arms, needing to hold on to him. It was already right there. I was going to spiral into pure bliss, and I wanted it, but not yet. I wanted this with him. Seeing his face and the euphoric look as he stared down at me. I’d never felt this close to anyone. This connected.

He groaned as he started pumping harder. His arms flexed under my hands. “Fuck, I love this pussy. It’s mine, Haisley. This pussy gets needy, and I take care of it.”

The heated look in his eyes as he claimed me—sexually at least—shot me into the ecstasy I had known was about to take me.

“SAXON!” I shouted his name, clawing at him as my body rose to meet his thrusts.

The moment the warmth of his release filled me, I came again, lost in the pure, raw frenzy.

“FUCK!”

He jerked over me, and his arms started to give way. He fell to his elbows as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel him inside me. His cock still pumping. He wasn’t finished ejaculating. Running my hands up his back, I soaked in his hard, muscular form covering me. Marking me inside.

“If you try and leave me again, I will hunt you down to the fucking ends of the earth,” he said near my ear. His voice thick and raspy. “I swear to God, baby, I can’t let you go again.”

Tears burned my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I never wanted to leave him, but I didn’t know if I’d be forced to at gunpoint again. I couldn’t tell him that. I was afraid to tell him that.

I said the only thing I could. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He lifted his head and looked down at me. “You promise?”

“I swear.”

He dropped his head to my chest then and sighed. “Thank fuck. Because if you think you want to leave, give me a heads-up.” He lifted his head again. “And I’ll be sure to eat your pussy until you can’t walk.”

A laugh bubbled out of me, and he grinned, then pressed a kiss to my lips before lifting himself up and climbing off me.

“I’d suggest we shower, but I’ll just wash you off. I like my cum being inside you. Not ready for you to let it leak out.”

My body flushed as I watched his naked body walk to the bathroom. Good Lord, that man is beautiful. I thought I loved the dimples on his face, but the two on his lower back, right above his perfect ass, might be my new weakness.