Chapter 26

26

Acid

I add the spices to the stir fry and side-eye the beauty watching from the counter.

Perrie let her hair out of the braid she had it in, so now it’s wavy down her back. She’s still in her gym shorts and sports bra, looking so fucking sexy.

Fuck, six weeks without her was hard. I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe, which is why the therapist suggested I come home and finish treatment as an outpatient.

It worried me at first, thinking maybe I wasn’t well enough to come back, that the nightmares would consume me, but seeing Perrie tonight in that ring, the relief in her beautiful light blue eyes, I knew the doctors were right about my returning.

Piston mentioned she’s been struggling and that she was fighting more, barely at the diner because of her injuries, and even now, I can see the slight bruises on her jaw, which means Viking needs to tell me who did it so I can hurt them twice as hard, but she needed me as much as I needed her.

I pick up the wooden spatula, and move the noodles and meat around in the wok, before carefully scooping the food out between two plates, and turn the burner off.

After I kicked my brother’s ass, I left the ring and picked my girl up in a fireman hold, making her laugh, and walked straight out the backdoor, placing her on my bike. Steal promised to grab our things for me, but I didn’t even give Perrie a chance to object. I kissed her lips gently, got on the bike, and rode off as she gripped my waist.

I brought her home. To my home. A home I hope she’ll want to live in one day, that’s if she can ever forgive me for not letting her in, and for how I left her that day in the diner, and for leaving myself vulnerable enough for that bitch to take advantage.

I look over at Perrie to see her looking around the black marble counters, her eyes taking in the light gray walls, a small smile gracing pouty lips I always want to fucking kiss.

I smile and walk over to the breakfast bar with our food.

She smiles at me, about to get down to take a seat at the bar, but I don’t give her a chance, quickly lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her right hand going into my hair, her left cupping my neck.

We haven’t spoken, not one word, just enjoying being in each other’s orbit.

I peck her lips gently before taking her to the stool, then I sit beside her, pulling her stool close to mine so she’s in between my legs.

Her eyes tear up as we make eye contact, her right hand cupping my jaw.

“You’re really here,” she whispers, and I nod.

“I am, Tinker,” I reply. “And I don’t plan on leaving again.”

She sniffles. “But your treatment….”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat before kissing her gently. I admit, “Is still going to continue but I’ll be an outpatient here.” My eyes race between hers. “I couldn’t stay away any longer, Perrie. I needed to come home; I needed to be with you. The therapists realized something I should have known all along.”

She sniffles again and asks, “And what’s that?”

I gently cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb along it, and whisper, “I needed you in order to heal.” Tears trail her cheeks, and I wipe them away, and continue, “I’m not cured, not by a long shot, and the nightmares are still happening, and I have a long road ahead of me, but I needed to be here with you, Tinker.”

More tears fall from her beautiful eyes, and I rasp, “Please don’t cry, Tinker. I hate it when you do.”

She sniffles. “I-I just, I’ve missed you so much….”

Everything in me softens at this amazing woman before me, and on instinct, I press my lips against hers, her mouth parting instantly for my tongue, and I tangle it with hers, moaning at her taste.

In the back of my mind, I know we need to talk, to get everything off our chests, especially with those cuts on her inner thighs and the struggles we’ll have if she wants this with me, and I know I need to feed her, but, fuck, I have missed her, and my cock agrees.

My body aches from my fight with Piston, yet I feel more energetic and wired, having this girl in my arms again.

Slowly, I stand as I move my hand to the back of her neck, gripping her hair, deepening the kiss. She moans, and I swallow the sounds. I wrap my left hand around her waist before lifting her onto the breakfast bar. As soon as her ass is on the counter, I swipe the food onto the floor without care, ignoring the clanking of dishes, and the sound of the plates smashing, and slowly lower her onto her back, my lips moving from hers to her jaw, then to her neck, where I suck hard, leaving my mark.

She gasps and arches her back as I nip the skin, leaving a bigger mark and causing my cock to harden even more, making it painful. I ignore the fucker, and move my lips down her body, needing to taste her. Gently, I pull her sports bra down, her tit popping out before circling my tongue around it. Perrie pushes her chest into my mouth as the tip hardens, and I bite it, making her gasp before I suck it in my mouth hard.

“Ollie…” she moans.

I bite her nipple again as I pull the other side of the sports bra down, which is not fucking easy, and gently swap my attention to her other nipple while rubbing my thumb over the one that I just had in my mouth, working her up.

Perrie starts to lift her hips, needing friction, and I grin against her soft flesh, slowly kissing down her stomach.

When I get to her shorts, I hook my fingers on either side of the material, then slowly drag them down her toned thighs, kissing my way down, needing my lips on her skin. As soon as I get her shorts off, I throw them on the floor, then glide my hands up her legs, then between her thighs, making her open for me.

Her glistening cunt enters my vision, and my mouth waters at the cream gathering there.

Groaning, I move forward and lick her from ass to clit, circling the nub, before doing the action three more times.

“Ollie, please,” Perrie gasps as I gently press my thumb to her entrance as I circle her clit, not putting any pressure on it, just teasing her.

“You taste so fucking delicious, Tinker,” I comment as I remove my thumb, and press my tongue inside her cunt, licking her juices as I press tight circles on her clit.

Perrie gasps and arches her back, begging and pleading with me for more. I squeeze my dick through my shorts, needing a little relief, and go back to Perrie’s clit, giving it my full attention as I gently suck it in pulses, over and over.

My dick throbs, wanting her tight heat, but not before she comes. Pressing two fingers at her entrance, I push them in, her walls fluttering around my digits as I continue to suck her clit as she moans and gasps.

I tilt my fingers in a come-hither motion, and rub hard and fast just as I nip her clit, and she detonates. Her juices squirt into my mouth and flood my hand as she orgasms with a scream. I groan, removing my fingers before wrapping my hands on the outside of her thighs. I suck her whole cunt into my mouth, not wanting to waste any of her offering.

Perrie screams and bucks against my mouth, but I don’t stop my assault, causing aftershocks. She puts her hand in my hair, pulling it, and I give her one last lick before standing, then pressing my body over hers.

She cups the back of my head, pulling me down so our lips touch, our tongues instantly massaging against each other’s with urgency. Perrie moans, tasting herself as I push my shorts and boxers just past my ass, my cock springing free.

I bite her lip as I place the tip at her entrance, then thrust forward hard, causing her to arch her back, but I don’t let go of her lip. Instead, I suck it into my mouth before kissing her hard and rough.

I thrust my hips hard and fast, not able to go slow.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I gasp, breaking the kiss as my spine tingles, my balls tightening.

I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit.

“Ollie!” she screams, her head thrown back as her walls tighten around me in pulses.

“Fuck yes, Perrie, come for me, sweetheart!” I shout, my hips moving faster as her juices flood between us, and I explode, my cum squirting from my tip, painting her walls.

“Fuck…” I groan as I place my face on her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth, gently sucking it as I thrust one last time inside her, pushing my hips right up to her pelvis.

She runs her fingers through my hair as I gently suck on her nipple, running my tongue around it before popping it out of my mouth. I lift my head and look into her gorgeous eyes that twinkle back at me.

I gently move her hair away from her face and whisper, “I love you, Perrie….”

Her eyes tear up, and she whispers, “I love you, too.”

So many fucking emotions fill me at her whispered reply, and all I can think of doing is nodding before kissing her, not removing my cock from deep inside her.

I know I’m fucked up. I know I have a lot of work to do, and a lot of fucking groveling, but I won’t lose this girl. I can’t.

She’s my fucking everything….

I sit up, gasping for air, my nightmare of Pamela and her “friend” pulling me from my sleep, and before I look to my left, I instantly know Perrie is gone.

My jaw ticks as the panic quickly evaporates, and I turn to see her empty space. After I took her on the counter again, we made love in the shower, then in bed, where I came down her throat before she rode me.

I fell asleep with her lying on top of me, my cock deep inside her, but now she’s gone, and I’m fucking angry.

Growling when I notice it’s two in the morning, I throw the sheets off and quickly go to the bathroom for a leak before I go find my girl, but I pause at the smear of blood on the floor, and a sweat breaks out.

Cursing, I quickly piss and then run to my walk-in closet and grab some clothes.

I need to find my girl, fucking quick.