I very rarely sleep, and when I do it’s usually broken—memories from that night assaulting me as I try and piece together exactly what happened.
I lose myself in watching Cara, her ungloved hand with her prosthetic metal appendages splayed across my chest. I feel calmer than I have in years beneath her, cradling her in my arms like I have earned the right to do so. She’s too good for me, I know that, but I can’t seem to stop myself from seeking her out. I’ve never felt this way about a woman, the intense need to protect her, to make her happy—it’s addictive.
I can keep her safe. I can climb out of the darkness—for her. Tucking a curl behind her ear, I trace the curve of her jaw, reverently running my thumb over her parted full lips as they tip up into a barely-there smile.
“I can be the man you need me to be.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CARA
The ache between my legs as I rouse awake makes me inwardly groan. The frustration from my lack of release last night has left me feeling hornier than I ever have before. Sunlight streams in through the windows, the bars creating a lattice effect across the wooden floor as I slump over onto my side, reaching out for the drawer in my bedside table. Riding out the tension with my vibrator isn’t how I imagined I'd be starting my day, but needs must.
Scrambling around inside, my eyes still heavy with sleep, I find nothing but a scrap of paper torn from my diary.
Good morning, Red.
When I finally let you come, it will be from my hands, my mouth, or my cock. If you’re a really good girl, it will be a combination of all three. Now behave and resist the urge to touch that perfect pussy of yours; that belongs to me now.
PS: Stop pouting.
Ezra
I pullmy lips together as I finish reading. How that fucker knew I’d be pouting is beyond me. I slump back into my pillows with a growl of frustration. The moment his mouth was on me last night, I knew I was forever lost to him. I move to rake my hands through my ratty blonde waves but find it has been plaited neatly and secured with the red ribbon that Ezra had decorated his gift with.
Fuck him with his cuteness and his edging.I chuckle at the thought of his lopsided grin as he took care of me while I slept, this beefy bear of a man twisting my hair into the perfect braid before leaving me to sleep. The warm fuzzy feeling doesn’t last long when I glance over at my alarm clock. I stick a pin in all thoughts of him and that skilful mouth of his as I scramble out in a panic from under my covers, almost faceplanting the floor when I lose my footing.
Forty-five minutes late for work and likely about to get a telling off from Lenora Blackwood; I’m too wound up to deal with her shit right now.
“Do you own a clock, Miss Morgrieves?” I mock in a snippy tone as I rush into the bathroom.
I tell you what a girl could use right now: a six-foot-three mountain of a man with his tongue between her thighs.
My phone chimes out suddenly, and I rush to grab it before I continue to ready myself for my shift.
Raven: Hey Sleeping Beauty, Matron Bitch Tits is on the prowl & she ain’t happy.
Cara: Is that what we're calling her now? We need better nicknames.
My toothbrush is hanging from my mouth as I search the shelves for my deodorant.
Raven: Are you tied up and at the mercy of the beast? You want me to distract MBT while you get your underwear back on?
I guess Matron Bitch Tits it is then.
Cara: I’ll be down in five minutes
I rinse my mouth, pulling on my boots as I hurry over to the door. Fumbling with the chain around my neck, I manage to get the key in the lock and twist. Tucking it back away, I bend down to grab my satchel from the floor at my feet. Women have fought for decades to have clothing with pockets; right now I wish they hadn’t. The breast pocket and most of my buttons are torn from my uniform as I snag the material on the door handle.
“Fuck. Universe, really?” I whine. Refusing to let myself succumb to the stress as I inhale through gritted teeth.
Cara: Make that ten, just had a little accident, need to stop by the stiff rub.
I type one-handed in a rush, autocorrect joining in the fun as it changesstaff roomtostiff rub. Even my phone thinks I deserve some action.
Raven: Ooh kinky, a ‘little accident’ huh? I didn’t peg you as a wild girl into wet play *winky face emoji*
I stop to adjust my satchel over my shoulder, using both hands to type out my response, letting all my frustrations out as I stab at the keypad.
