10. Holy

CHAPTER 10

Holy

W hen I'm not with Della, she's the only thing I can think about. It's now to the point of insanity because I swear I feel her with me. What she's thinking and feeling, it lives inside my bones, deeper than the marrow.

My foot presses harder on the pedal as I enter the city and head straight for the island. There's this desperate need inside me to be at Della's side as soon as possible. My chest is being clawed at with razor-sharp nails the closer I get to her, and a panic I've never known settles in the cavern where my heart lies.

This type of urgency has never driven me forward before. I run red lights and stop signs, going faster than I should in the city. I ordinarily wouldn't risk these types of moves, but Della needs me; I sense it in my gut, and as much as that should freak me out, all it does is propel me to get to her sooner.

From the minute I enter the estate, a buzzing inundates my head. Like a thousand bees flying around me. Hurrying to park and running up to the front doors, I slam through them and ignore Carter and Cowboy as they try to speak to me on my way to Della. There's a frantic need to be with her, and I don't know if it's emanating from me or her.

I'm more convinced now than ever before that what I'm feeling, the urgency and desperation, is from my girl. She's in a world of hurt from a force I know I'm not able to fight, and as I enter her room and see her curled up in bed, I know what I can do is be here for her.

Shedding my jacket and kicking off my boots, I quietly climb into bed with her. Immediately, I'm bombarded with the agony flooding through her veins as she fights my hold. Her heart is broken to smithereens, and the effort it takes for her to breathe is painful.

Holding her tight, I place a hand on her nape and another around her back as my leg settles over her hip. "Della, calm down. You're not pushing me away." Not when I feel how devastated she is. I need to know what she's thinking before I can begin to help her.

"Please, talk to me, Della; tell me what's happening." I honestly don't think she'll answer me, not when she has this blank look in her eyes and is staring straight through me.

When she finally does speak, I couldn't be more surprised. "Why does nobody want me?" Her teary question makes my heart stutter.

"Who the fuck said that?" I'll kill anyone who makes her feel this shit.

"My mother abandoned me. Carter doesn't think he's my father. You ran off."

Whoa. "Hold on, I didn't fucking run from you, woman. I left to make you safe, and I damn well succeeded. Whether Carter is your biological father or not doesn't matter, either; that man would take a bullet for you." Carter needs to fucking fix his fuck up.

"I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff, and a small breeze could blow me over." I can't begin to imagine what she's going through, but I can help.

Rolling over, I settle on top of Della, her hips around my thighs and my hands in her hair, holding her steady so she's forced to look me in the eye. "That wind blows, and I'll fucking catch you, Della. I am the wall between you and the world."

Dropping my head down, I give her a second to push me away before stealing her lips in a kiss. I give her every promise she needs in the simple act until our emotions and desires take over, and all I want to do is tear our clothes off and fuck.

Sliding my lips down her jaw, I suck on the delicate flesh of her throat until she's whimpering and rubbing her heated pussy against my aching cock.

"The logical part of me needs to know why we're so explosive from kissing. The beast in me enjoys the obsessive way we're attached, and I can't fucking complain one little bit." She moans and arches into me.

Lifting her shirt up to her throat, I feast on her abundant breasts. Sucking one nipple into my mouth until she tugs on my hair, then treating the other one to the same sweet torture.

Our lust and desire take over, and in a minute, we'll both be servants to our bodies. Fuck, I need to get her alone so we can explore where this might take us.

But first, I unzip my pants, tear her panties off, and settle my throbbing cock between her pussy lips, leisurely thrusting up and down, taking us both to heaven before we explode. "Fuck, Del, you're going to burn me from the inside out," I whisper in her ear when I come down from the high.

She whimpers as I continue to stroke her pussy with my dick, the tip grazing her swollen clit with each pass. "Look at us," I command. Staring down our bodies, I see my release all over her taught stomach and begin to spread it into her body, smearing my essence across her tits and pussy before she can tell me not to.

"Holy." She melts under my touch. "That feels amazing." If she were a cat, she'd be purring for me right now.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Uncaring that I've got cum all over my hand, I grip her throat and take another kiss. Licking inside her mouth, I concentrate on what she feels like instead of how I make her feel, but it doesn't last long, and we're going at it like a couple of teenagers again.

Lost in our cocoon of lust and desire, I'm uncertain as to how many times I release on her body before we come up for air because we're too sensitive for another round, and still, I haven't entered her body yet.

"I want you to pack a bag for a few days. I'm taking you out of town." Malice and I have a cabin in the mountains. We don't use it nearly as often as we should, but it's there for when we need it, and right now, Della needs a break from everything around her. "I'm going to talk to Carter, then we'll run to my place, and we're heading out of the city." She opens her mouth to say something, but I clasp a hand over her lips to stop it. "No questions. Trust me. I'm going to take care of you." She hesitates a moment before nodding.

"Good girl." She bites her lip, and I'm also tempted to stay and nibble on it. Dragging myself away from her body, I swat her ass and tell her, "Get your stuff together and meet me downstairs."

She nods and begins to move as I leave. I find Carter where I expect, in his office. "You've been up there for hours," he growls.

Rolling my eyes, I respond, "Don't worry, I didn't do what you're thinking. I am, however, taking her away for a few days."

"I don't fucking think so!" he shouts in protest, but his eyes are concerned. He knows she needs this.

"I am. Sean Smith won't be an issue any longer, and if he is, he knows the consequences. Della is fragile right now. I don't know what the fuck you said to her, but you need to get some shit figured out and find out if she's yours or not because right now, she doesn't think you want her." He scrubs a hand down his face. "I think it has more to do with her mother abandoning her than anything, but knowing what she means to you will help."

"How the fuck did this get so messed up?"

It's a rhetorical question, but I answer him anyway. "Because life is fucking messy, man. Fix it."

Hearing Della coming downstairs, I head towards her and grab her bag. "Go see him, Del. He loves you so fucking much." She nods briefly before shuffling over to the man who raised her.

I watch as they talk quietly for a minute before he drags her in for a bear hug that makes her giggle, and I'm sure things will be better once we're back in a few days.