Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

FREDDIE

M y heart locked up in my chest. It wasn’t physically possible to stop beating altogether, but I swore it felt like it had. The whole time I’d opened my soul to her, Boo-Boo had stood there and let me pour it out. She’d pushed only when I’d tried to distract her from the pain and the darkness.

The simple truth was, my darkness didn’t scare her. As much as I wanted to protect her from it, I didn’t have to. She had her own darkness. When she’d faced it down, I’d been right there with her. We’d done it together. She could handle me and mine.

I just needed to be willing to do it with her. Not for her. Not because of her. But with her, cause she wouldn’t let me fall and even if I did, hell, she’d be right there to help put me back together again.

Instead of dropping her gaze to look at me immediately, she kept her attention fixed on my face. “You have seen my eyes before,” I reminded her.

“Could be that I’m just enjoying looking at you, you know,” she said. With her dark hair soaked and slicked back, it highlighted her high cheekbones and the air of fragility that was always present. Everything about her was so masterfully put together, sometimes, she was so beautiful it made it hard to breathe.

Then she’d crack a joke or tease me, and she was just Boo-Boo. Ethereal, perfect, and absolutely the best.

“Could also be that you have lovely eyes,” she said, pushing up on her tiptoes before she kissed my jaw. “And that I like it when you blush too.”

My face went hot and I glared at her. Granted, I wasn’t really annoyed but no one could make me flush like she did. “Enough of that, Boo-Boo. You can have fun picking on me later.”

“Fine,” she said, the single syllable riding out on a huff of an exasperated sigh. “I’ll make sure I memorize everything about you later.”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, but she took another step back and looked at me. Really looked at me. The prickle of unease shivered over my skin, but it was there and gone again. The laughter didn’t give it much purchase.

“Freddie…” She pursed her lips, contemplating me for so long I thought she’d forgotten . “I’m afraid that I think you’re even hotter now than I did before.”

My mouth fell open for a moment, I’d been ready with a sarcastic comment. Yet, the last thing I expected her to say was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

When she made a little twirl motion with her finger, I snapped my mouth closed with a click of my teeth. She wanted me to turn around.

This is Boo-Boo.

The mental chant reminded me that I trusted Boo-Boo. She would never hurt me. Oddly enough, the unease I worried about didn’t manifest at all. If anything, her playfulness entertained me. I did a little spin for her, slowing so I faced away.

There were scars on my back. Most of these I’d earned as an adult. A couple from knife fights. Another from doing a wipeout when I’d been learning to ride a motorcycle and gotten cocky.

“I’m going to touch you,” she said.

“Okay.” I waited for the resistance to rise up. I waited for the tension to lock up my muscles. Neither occurred.

The feather light contact of her fingers on my skin sent a ripple of goosebumps over my skin. Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation as she explored my back. It was almost like she was petting me.

Maybe she was.

Then she pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “How do you feel?” Her voice wrapped around me like a siren call, beckoning for an answer.

“Really fucking amazing,” I told her, almost afraid to give voice to it and jinxing it. “I like you touching me.”

“I like touching you too.” She slid her hands around me and pressed her naked body against my back. I covered her hands on my stomach, aware of my dick straining. I’d been hard just thinking about her in the shower.

An erection seemed a permanent state around Boo-Boo. I was so used to it at this point, I noticed more when I didn’t have one than when I did.

“Still good?” Every word was an open door to tell her what I needed. If I wanted to stop right now, she would. Fuck knew she had before and I’d left her frustrated and unsatisfied.

“Yeah,” I exhaled. “Real good. I want this to last, Boo-Boo.”

“Want to know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

She dipped her hands lower and she gripped the base of my cock, I closed my eyes. The slow glide of her caress had my balls dragging up and I swore I was ready to blow. So not ready to be done right now.

“We can do this as many times as we want,” she murmured. “Fast or slow. Whatever you’re ready for.”

She was right. She was absolutely right, but I wanted her . I wanted to love her the way I’d imagined from the first time I’d seen that pretty pussy standing there naked, bruised, and proud.

Boo-Boo was a fighter. She was our fighter.

I covered her hand and she released me at the contact. “Out of the shower.” Fucking against a shower wall sounded good. So did the counter, the floor, and even the door—but we had a bed. Boo-Boo’s bed, and I wanted to do this right.

In no time she shut off the shower, and I snagged a towel to pass to her before I ran one over me. Heat raced through me and my skin was so tight. The fact my heart raced had me doing a breathing exercise.

It wasn’t until I hit a full minute that I opened my eyes again. Boo-Boo stood right there, waiting. Her soft brown eyes held me captive. That air of fragility was there, vulnerable and open. It was easy to forget sometimes just how tiny she was compared to us, and she always made me feel taller, bigger, better.

“Still good?” She lifted her chin.

I cupped her cheek. “You shouldn’t have to ask me that.” I had my breathing under control.

“But I did ask. I’ll ask for every single step we take. I want to know you’re okay. I want this to be good for you.”

“It already is,” I promised her and when I dipped my head to kiss her, she met me halfway. The tease of her tongue against mine was an offering to a dying man in a desert. Or maybe the starving one who’d been hiding in the city forever.

Not hiding anymore.

Not hiding again .

The longer the kiss went on, I almost forgot the plan to move. Then she dug her nails into my shoulder, the bite of them penetrated the lust-fueled haze drowning me. I lifted my head. “Bed,” I said belatedly and her smile was everything.

I had no idea which of us moved first or if we just moved together. One minute we were at the door and the next at the bed. Then I was collapsing down against her, but not falling on her. I didn’t want to squash her. Then her mouth fused with mine again. When she wrapped her legs around my hips it just let me glide against her. The rocking of my hips against hers threatened to blow my load before I had my first feel of slipping inside of her.

It took effort to break the kiss and lift my head, but Boo-Boo was right there. Her lips glistened, her cheeks flushed and her eyes were dark. There was a breathlessness to her.

“One last thing…since you came here, I haven’t touched another woman. Even the ones I tried to fuck before, it was always away from me. I got off, then left. I’ve never been a very good lover. I never wanted anyone to touch me.”

She stroked her hand through my hair. “I know.”

“Now I never want anyone to touch me who isn’t you.” I sealed that declaration with a kiss. Our hands met on my cock and I don’t know which of us lined me up, but once I was there, she went still. This was for me, it was my move.

Pulling back, I raised up enough just to see her eyes. I wanted to see them as I sank into her.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered. “You have to push.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I do.” As much as I meant to ease in, I surged forward and she took every inch of me. It was the sexiest, wettest, sweetest grip ever as her cunt wrapped around me.

“Oh…” Her gasp was a boon to my ego, but I didn’t need that so much as I wanted to just drink in her responses. Then I was moving, the pound of my hips against hers was a wild rhythm, but she met me stroke for stroke. I braced my hands above her head.

I didn’t want to send her up the bed or lose contact from her anywhere. The lightest of caresses when she slid her fingers between us and touched where I slid into her and then I recognized it. She teased her clit and her smile grew wider.

She’d meant it when she said we had all the time to get this right. Then her cunt seemed to tighten and ripple around me as the first wave of her orgasm hit. It was enough to detonate mine. My spine went liquid and my balls dragged up. I came with a shout.

It was like losing myself, I came in sharp, fast spurts and she held me in that velvet glove of her body. Then she was wrapped around me and holding me tighter. I had no idea how long we lay there, but I couldn’t quite get past the wonder of it.

The wonder of her.

I buried my face against her throat as she stroked my hair and cradled me with her body. An eternity passed before I raised my head and she was right there, waiting for me.

“All the time, right?” I whispered and my voice came out rougher than I expected. “And anything?”

“Yes,” she said.

A shudder went through me and I closed my eyes for a moment to savor all of this, to savor her. I was already stiffening again. I’d say it was a first, but I always had this reaction around her.

Just worked out really well for us at the moment.

“Good, okay,” I said as I eased away from her. “Now I need to know everything.”

“Everything?” The puzzled note in her voice made me grin.

“Yes, Boo-Boo. Everything. I want to know how you like your breasts touched and how you like to be eaten out. I want to know what turns you on and what makes you scream. Cause your next orgasm is definitely coming from me.”

“That could take some time.”

The lightness made me smile. “That’s what I’m planning on…”