13. Saint

Chapter 13

Saint

S he cuddles into me and I can’t help but think how much my life has changed, not only in the last four years, but just in the last couple of days. I never dreamed that this could be my life. I pull her into me, my arm holding her snug against my body. Her naked breasts are against my chest and the feel of her hard tips has my cock twitching to be inside her again.

She sighs loudly and I kiss her forehead. “What is it? What are you thinking about?”

Her head stills on my chest. Her voice is low and soft. “I didn’t think I could ever feel this way, especially with everything in my past.”

My body tautens at her words, hating that she’s been through hell and back. Her hand sneaks up and rubs across my chest soothingly. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t get mixed up with that type of guy, one that was violent, again.” She pulls herself up on her elbow. “But I feel safe with you.”

I lean up to kiss her and pull her down to me. “You are safe with me,” I whisper against her temple. “And when stuff happens like today, you call me. I want to be the one that’s there for you. I want to be the one you call.”

I say all the right things, but my mind is screaming at me. She obviously doesn’t know that I just got out of prison. There’s no way she knows that I killed a man. I know I should tell her, but the fear that’s come alive in me is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

I can’t lose her. I can’t. In such a short time she’s come to mean so much to me. Just the thought of her telling me it’s over and cutting me out of her life tears me apart.

I want to confess. I need to confess. But I won’t let myself. I couldn’t live with myself if she left me because of it.

I push her backwards, caging her against the ground with my body. I look into her eyes and she looks at me with so much emotion it hurts my chest. I can’t lose that look. I can’t have her looking at me like a killer.

I kiss her lightly and pull away. “I promise you that you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’ll never hurt you. I promise you.”

Her hand comes up to cup my cheek and she nods her head.

A lone tear escapes her eyes and rolls down her cheek. I lean down and catch it with my tongue. “No more tears, baby.”

Her arms come up around my neck and her legs separate so I’m between them. With her feet planted on the floor, she raises her hips to meet mine. She’s insatiable, but that’s a good thing because I can’t get enough of her either.

“Can I have you again?” I ask her, already sliding my length between her thighs.

She giggles. “Saint, don’t you know you can have me any time you want me?”

I reach down between us, positioning my cock at her greedy cunt. I enter her slowly and she sucks me in, taking all of me. When I’m fully seated inside of her, I kiss her puffy, swollen lips. Her mouth under mine makes me even harder and I plow in and out of her. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust. “I’ll always want you. If it was up to me, we’d never leave this apartment. I’d stay buried in your sweet pussy.”

She grunts as I shift back up on my knees, pulling her ass up on my legs and thrusting in and out of her. I watch as my cock pulls out and she sucks me back in. It’s erotic, watching where we become one. In and out, each thrust deeper. And little by little, I feel myself drawn to her even more.

There’s an ache in my chest when I think that if she finds out what I’ve done, where I’ve been, it’s going to hurt her. I can’t let that happen. I want to be the man that never disappoints her. I want to be the man that she runs to.

My thrusts become quicker, deeper, and more erratic. She’s meeting me every time and her hands are grabbing on to the rug underneath her.

“Come, baby. Come for me.”

The orgasm rips through us both, and I keep pummeling her. She’s screaming my name, and it only makes me push harder. That’s right, baby, scream my name. I want the whole bar to know you’re mine.

I fall down next to her, spent. She starts to get up, but I stop her.

She just laughs. “I’m not joking. I have to shower.”

I kiss her and let her go, watching her as she gets up and the way her round ass shakes as she walks away from me. I’m glad she doesn’t try to cover up, because I wouldn’t go for that shit. I like her body and I want to see it.

She turns to me suddenly with her hand on her hip and cocks it out. “You know, one of these times we should try it in the bed.”

I get up and start walking behind her. “Is that so?” I ask her, reaching out and tickling her sides.

She starts laughing, and I chase her to the bathroom.

I turn on the faucet in the shower and spin it around to hot.

She asks me, “Uh, what are you doing? My shower, I go first.”

I pull her to me and repeat, “Is that so?”

She nods her head. “Yes, that’s so.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, you’re cute.”

Looking all indignant, she asks me, “What’s so funny?”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and lean down so our foreheads are touching. “You’re my woman, that’s my ass.” I reach down and grab it. “And you have my heart. I’d say that’s our shower and we should go in together.”

She nods her head and I know I’ve left her speechless. She grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. I’ve never been a hand-holding kind of guy, but with Cat I can see myself wanting to do it. I’d do anything to be close to her, I’ve come to realize.

She looks up at me then, as I’m running the soap-filled sponge down her curvy body. “So does this mean you’re moving in?”

I concentrate on her breasts, the sudsy water rolling across her hard nipples. “Yes. I want to. I don’t want to sleep away from you ever again.”

She doesn’t respond and I tip her head up. “Is that okay with you?”

I don’t realize until she answers me that I’m holding my breath, but when she says, “Yes, I’d like that,” I can finally breathe again.

I just go back to washing her. “That’s good, honey, because you don’t really have a choice. You’re stuck with me.”

She takes the sponge from me and puts some more soap on it. She gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me. I try to deepen it, but she pulls away, smiling at me.

She holds her hand out, gliding the sponge across my body. “My turn.”