Tyler
The storm picks up again,the rain battering the huge windows like my heart pounds in my chest. I hold Amy tight, not willing to let one inch come between us. I haven’t made a big deal about how close I came to losing her, but the attack could have ended up so differently. I press a kiss to her forehead, so damn grateful she’s alive. She rests her head on my shoulder, slowly softening as the tension fades. We sit like that for a long time, neither of us anxious to break the connection.
Finally, Alex returns. The storm has blown itself out, and blue skies are peeking out amongst the lingering clouds. Stone offers to pitch in on the repairs.
They’ve got everything handled. “I’m taking Amy upstairs for a nap.”
“Good call,” Alex says.
Stone nods his approval, not that I need it, but it still alleviates my guilt at not offering to lend a hand.
“Let’s go.” I lift her off my lap. I’m sure she’s in a strange place mentally, but I’ll help her refocus, giving her exactly what she needs to let the trauma go. I’ll always catch her. Always protect her. Always have her back.
With a click, I lock the bedroom door, glad for once to be so far away from the main floor. “Undress, love.”
Amy spins, her eyes questioning. I don’t move a muscle as I calmly hold her in my gaze. I can almost hear the moment her thinking clicks off.
She tugs up the bottom of her shirt.
I exhale for the first time since I issued the command. We’ll be okay.
She removes her clothes, her eyes on me. Slipping her panties down her legs, she steps out and bends to pick up the pile.
“Wait.”
She straightens. I slowly close the distance between us, place my hand on her shoulder, and drag my fingertips along her silky skin as I circle her, looking for any bruise or abrasion. I check each hand for burns. Nothing. Enzo didn’t leave a mark, thankfully. At least none that I can see, but I’ll still treat her with kid gloves. I pause behind her and remove my clothes. She must hear the sound of my zipper and see the pile of clothes added to hers. But she remains perfectly still. Such control. It only speaks to how much power she grants me when we’re together like this. The tension in my shoulders and neck slips away. I embrace her, pressing my chest to her back, a silent thanks for all she is to me. I press soft kisses to her neck. Her warmth seeps deep inside me.
“Let’s take a shower.” I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I don’t care how tiny the shower is. She needs this. I need this.
As the water heats, I run my hands up and down her arms, over her breasts, along her belly that I imagine swelling with our child sometime in the future. I tease her curls, avoiding her clit. She juts her hips, demanding more with her body.
I retreat.
Her mewl of protest teases my cock.
She lets me care for every inch of her precious skin, murmuring words of approval. I shampoo her beautiful hair and rinse away all traces of the violence. I quickly soap myself, washing off the hospital, the fear, the garbage scent of that foul monster I was far too close to. After I turn off the water, I carefully dry Amy’s skin and squeeze the water from her darkened hair. I love the nearly silent cocoon we’ve created as I care for her, but I’m about to break it. She needs more.
“Wait for me on the bed,” I say. As she leaves the bathroom, I’m unable to resist and tap her creamy globe.
She squeaks with a tiny hop.
I hold back my grin. She’s fucking adorable. That squeak will be a cry of pleasure shortly. I take my time, drying off completely, giving my cock a few tugs, promising more soon. I hang up the towels and stop in the doorway.
Fuck.
Amy is on the bed but not sprawled out as I expected. Instead, her knees are on the edge of the bed, ass in the air, pussy wet and shiny with her arousal. She’s dropped to her elbows, her head resting between them.
She clearly knows what she wants. And I’m the luckiest man on the planet because she wants me. Her beautiful wet pussy can’t be ignored. I press two fingers into her heat, stretching and sliding. I savor her gasp. She’s so hot. So fucking tight. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes, Tyler. Always. Forever.”
Her words hit me hard. My balls twitch, and my cock dances with the desire to reward her. I slide my fingers in and out of her sweet cunt. Faster. Her slick cream coats me. I pull away and dip my thumb in, only to quickly return my fingers to her channel while I use her slick juices to rub her puckered hole.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“I love the way you beg.” I free my hand and smack her ass with my other. She inspires me to push her hips forward, placing her in the perfect position to bury my face in her pussy and feast. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t lap up her fast enough. She quivers, nearly a thrust. I spank her again.
“Yes.” She wiggles her ass and looks back at me with a smile.
