Peeking over my shoulder, my anxiety bubble pops when I find him staring at my ass with reverence. His cock throbs like a heartbeat as he recovers from his orgasm. I don’t know if it’s normal for a man to still be hard after having sex, but Jaxon is at full mast, with cum leaking from the pierced tip.
Slowly, he raises his gaze to my face, showing a glimpse of what he plans to do before he’s on his knees and spreading my ass cheeks. His mouth latches onto my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit. I drop my head forward and shudder as another small orgasm takes over.
Jaxon moans, and the vibration takes me higher. After I come down, he pulls away and stands. I squeak as he roughly turns me around and his lips smash against mine, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. After the brief kiss, he rests his forehead against mine.
“I love you,” he says huskily.
My stomach flips and I wind my arms around his shoulders. “Wow, I must’ve really blown your mind if you’re telling me that after what we just did.”
He huffs a laugh and tightens his arms around me. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time.”
He buries his nose in my sweat-damp hair and breathes me in. A shiver rolls through him, and his cock jerks against my stomach. There’s no way I can do this again tonight.
“I love you too,” I whisper, and kiss his shoulder where it meets his neck.
Jaxon groans. “Don’t do that.”
I lean back, my eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you like me touching you.”
He scowls. “That’s the problem, flower. I like it too much.”
“Oh.”
He shakes his head and pulls away. I follow his lead by picking up my clothes and then dressing.
“Now, about teaching you how to ride...” Jaxon leads me to his bike.
He shows me how to work the brakes and gears, which confuses me. While he shows me the gears again, a powerful pull to look up takes over me. I turn my head and search through the darkness. Then I stiffen.
A shadowed figure walks behind a tree, fading into the darkness only two hundred feet away from us.
I don’t know who it is or how much they saw, but I shut down, unable to focus on anything Jaxon says. My mind goesstraight to the demons I’ve been seeing, but the figure I saw looked human.
Jaxon turns to me and follows the direction of my gaze. The figure is already gone by then, and I can barely breathe.
“What is it?”
“I think someone saw us together,” I say.
Sitting on my desk chair in my bedroom, I watch Dahlia sleep in my bed. She looks perfect, tangled up in my sheets and thoroughly fucked. Her cheeks lost their flush, but I’m sure if I feel like it, my face can burrow between her thick thighs and bring back the color.
The thing is, I’m not in the mood. I keep thinking about what she said earlier about someone watching us. My mind went straight to my friends and them finding us, but if they had, they would’ve already called or texted me about it.
So it’s not them.
I flex my fingers and settle more in my seat as I go through everything that happened, searching for potential clues. Dahlia didn’t have any solid descriptions of this person, and I wonder if it’s one of her hallucinations. I’ve researched mental illnesses that make someone see demons and, after dismissing all the blogs about demonic possessions, I came across articles about schizophrenia.
The information lines up with her symptoms, except for a few that aren’t listed. She sometimes becomes bubblier thanusual. More daring and outgoing. She’s terrible at holding a job, and I don’t think it’s because of the schizophrenia—if she has it. My best bet is she struggles because of the antipsychotics she’s taking.
Even with all of that knowledge, worry still sours my stomach.
I meant what I said to her. I don’t care if everybody knows about us. Dahlia, on the other hand, is stressed about it. I’m merely a mortal man bowing at the feet of my goddess. I bend at her will, and if she doesn’t want anyone to know about our relationship, then so be it. People will find out eventually, and I hate that for her. I hate being a dirty little secret, but I refuse to break Dahlia’s trust.
My jaw clenches.
It doesn’t mean that I won’t break it in a different way. I hope she’ll overcome her anger toward me when I put my plans into action. It’s all in her best interest.
Dahlia shifts in her sleep and sighs with a little moan. I lick my front teeth behind my closed lips. I hope she isn’t having any nightmares. She’s mentioned them before, and now that I know about what’s really happening, it fucking terrifies me. I want to protect my sister, but how can I protect her from the one thing I can’t touch? Her mind must be a scary place, and I hope I can be her safety. Her haven. Just as she is for me.
