34. Stop Playing With Your Food

Chapter 34

Stop Playing With Your Food

G race

It had been five long weeks since JR was born. True to their word, the hospital re-evaluated him every Friday, but they always found some reason to keep him. It made me question whether or not they were doing it on purpose, even though JR was making huge strides. He was putting on weight and growing inch by inch.

I had told Sabre how Matt had orchestrated the code pink, detailing the entire timeline. Sabre had sent Wreck to track down the man involved, to confirm if it was part of Matt's desperation. When Wreck confronted the worker, the man had begged to be left alone. He explained he would never have kidnapped the baby, but he couldn't pass up five hundred dollars just to walk the floor and stop in front of the window. He had kids to feed, and it seemed like easy money. Wreck had given him another five hundred and warned him never to do it again.

When I'd brought up my fears to Sabre, he'd let me vent before he talked me off the ledge.

"It fucking sucks. I know you want to take him home and worry about it later, but we can't. The hospital has done us a solid by looking the other way. They didn't have to," Sabre said, running a hand through his hair. I had noticed the bags underneath his eyes and hugged him, thanking him for listening. I loved him too much to dump any more of my frustrations into his lap.

The Code Pink flipped a switch in Sabre. He'd always been a man in control, but this went beyond anything I could have imagined. In the morning, he'd walk me across the street to visit JR and check on everyone else, but at night, he tried to exert any sort of dominance over our situation. He hardly slept, and I'd caught him mumbling as he wrote notes on the hotel's notepad.

One night, I had awakened to Sabre was sitting in his boxers at the little table in our room. "Come to bed," I had called to him.

"I can't. I have to get this right so that the two of you are safe," he'd said. He hadn't bothered to look up at me.

"You're exhausted. Please, come to bed," I had pleaded, trying to get him to see reason.

He had rubbed at his eyes and stood from the table before climbing into bed. I had wrapped my arms around him as best as I could, trying to comfort him.

"What if I fuck this up, and Matt wins?" he had whispered to me as his eyes had fallen shut.

"What if you win?" I had whispered back, kissing his forehead and never letting go.

We had a silent agreement. It wasn't hard to figure out what would happen to Matt. He'd made the deals with the cartel, and he should be the only one to pay the consequences. I had made my peace with it, but I didn't want to know any of the specifics. I thought Sabre felt the same way. We only discussed details that pertained to me or JR. He wanted nothing to tarnish me, the baby, or our relationship. It only made me love him more.

***

I must have fallen asleep before Sabre last night because I didn't remember him coming to bed. JR was coming home today, and the anxiety affected us differently. I was more anxious about starting our new lives as parents, while Sabre was more concerned with our safety. I understood, but if I dwelled on the cartel, I wouldn't be able to function. Rolling over to look at the clock on the nightstand, I noticed it was early. We didn't have to be at the hospital until nine, and it wasn't even six. I could hear the shower running .

My imagination slowly painted a picture behind the bathroom door as I lay in bed, listening to the water run. In my fantasy, he leaned forward into the spray, letting the droplets run over his head and down his shoulders. I wanted to collect them on my tongue as they clung to his pecs. I dreamed about falling to my knees and tracing the lines of his six-pack abs. Letting out a small moan, it clicked. There was nothing stopping me from living this out. I just had to seize the moment.

Opening the bathroom door, I slid into the corner to watch him. Sabre was standing in the middle of the shower. The water was running over his back. His head hung low, but he wasn't touching himself. As I watched, he let out a groan. I didn't know where his mind was.

My feet moved on their own as I raised his shirt over my head. I pretended like he wasn't aware I was in the room, but the muscles in his back had shifted. Sabre leaned his arm on the shower wall and watched me out of the crook of his elbow. I ignored him and tried to be sexy when I approached the shower door. When it slid open, it made a loud scraping noise in the bathroom's silence. The sound reminded me of nails on a chalkboard, but I slid the door shut and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"If you're not interested in carnal activity, you need to leave," he said to me, dropping his head down so that his eyes fell to the floor.

"Carnal activity. That sounds like a crossword clue," I whispered.

"Mama, if I turn around, I am going to bury myself inside you, and I am not sure I am going to take it as slow as you need right now. I don't want to hurt you," he said, letting a sigh get washed away by the water.

My hands tightened around his middle, digging my nails into his muscles. "They cleared me yesterday for carnal activity."

He laughed, but it sounded foreign to my ears. A dry hollow sound. "This is a weak moment right now. I want you too badly, and if I turn around, that's it," he sighed. "I don't have condoms, so I can't even protect you."

"I thought bikers were supposed to carry a few in their wallets," I teased him. "Some hot chick has a thing for leather, and you can just reach for one as you whip it out."

"I think you like to kill me. It's a specialty of yours." He straightened, breaking my hold, and turned around. In those few seconds, his face had transformed into the animal that was buried beneath his skin and had flooded his veins. His eyes darkened as they scanned me from the tip of my head to my toes. There were deep frown lines in his forehead that only made him more ruggedly handsome. I was the prey, and Sabre would devour me until he had his fill.

I'd never experienced this type of primal energy. There was nowhere to run, and with Sabre fixated on me, I was a little overwhelmed. Taking two steps back, I plastered myself against the back shower wall and let the remaining water trickle over me. I needed a minute to calm down.

He lunged at me, our chests colliding as he leaned against the shower wall, his arm above my head. "Are you sure about this?" Sabre cupped my hip in his hand, but he never looked away from my eyes.

I didn't answer as I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck and brought his lips down on mine. The water sprayed around us as he kissed me, growling into my mouth, "Mine."

"Yours," I said with equal intensity, nipping at his bottom lip. Using him for leverage, I wrapped my leg around his hip and tried to bring him closer to me, but the water made it slippery. He held my hip and wrapped his other arm around me, pulling me into his body for stability.

"No, if we're doing this, you're not getting hurt. 'How did you break, Grace?'‘Oh, she fell in the shower trying to climb my dick.'"

I couldn't help the laugh that trickled out. "It'd more likely be, 'How did you kill, Grace?'‘Oh, her pussy shriveled up and died, waiting for me.'"

He barked a laugh. "No. I'll never live it down, and neither will you." Pinning me against the shower wall with his body, he ran his hand down my back until he cupped my pussy from behind, plunging two fingers inside me. Lightly pumping a few times, he whispered in my ear, "You're warm, but you're not wet. Let me take care of you."

"Princess treatment," I reminded him.

"You just want to see me on my knees." His forehead dropped to mine, our eyes locked in an intimate embrace as he pumped his fingers within me.

He hadn't left me much room to move, but I pushed off the shower wall and reached for his shoulders. I pressed my fingers into the muscles, trying to push down with urgency. I had waited too long in our relationship to stop him now. Sabre had made a promise to me to wait, and while I appreciated the sentiment, I wanted him to make it up to me now.

"Good things come to good girls who wait," he said directly into my ear, suckling the lobe. I wanted him to suckle somewhere else, but the man was taking his sweet ass time. He kissed and licked at my neck and the crease where it met my shoulder. His fingers maintained the same slow pace deep inside me.

I pressed against his shoulder again as a moan escaped my lips. "I am done waiting. Stop teasing me, Sabre."

He chuckled against my neck. The vibration shot from my neck straight to my pussy, but there was no relief. Sabre kissed the middle of my throat. "You accept me for the animal that I am, but I wanted you to know the real name of the man who loves you. It's Drew Hudson."

"Drew," I said reverently. "I have a confession."

He didn't answer me but continued to kiss and lick the middle of my throat.

"I wanted our family to be united. When Stands asked me if you were the father, I instantly said yes. However, when she asked me JR's name, I could only give her his first and middle. She asked me if I planned on changing my name to Hudson. I told her, 'Eventually,' realizing that she had given me your last name." I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him back so that I could look into his eyes. "It doesn't matter what my last name is. I'll legally have it changed, but I want you to know that I love you with all that I am, with every fiber of my being. "

He dropped to his knees and positioned my leg over his shoulder. I watched as he kissed my mound, laying his cheek against me. "I am going to hold you to that, Mama."

I felt Sabre lick the outside of my lips. First one, and then the other. Light, feathery touches that made me question if they had even happened. I needed more. Running my fingers through his hair, I grabbed at the roots, hoping it would sting. I heard him growl against me, and I did it again. He let another growl loose within the shower walls, but he continued the slow torture. Up one side, down the other, in slow laps with his tongue. It left me craving more.

"Do I look different? You're going so slow, and it's making me wonder what the problem is," I directed at the top of his head.

He parted my lips and held them open with his fingers. "Looks like breakfast to me."

"Stop playing with your food." I yanked on his hair, trying to steer him back to where I needed him the most.

A dark chuckle surrounded me. "You asked for this, Mama. I have been a starved man for far too long."

"You only have yourself to blame for that. Now, eat." I pushed the back of his head forward, hoping he'd get the point.

The gentle lapping was gone. Sabre flattened his tongue and darted as deep as he could within me, using it to make broad strokes. There was no rhyme or reason to his probing. I'd feel him in one area, and when he had his fill, he'd move onto the next. If I had only been warm before, I was now drenched. A low groan escaped from me.

Sabre never gave me enough friction to push me over the edge that I was desperately trying to seek. When he pulled away from me, I let out another low groan to show my displeasure. He chuckled at my torment. Using his tongue to savor me one more time, he made a show of licking his lips. "Still tastes like oranges, but if you don't want to topple over, you better hold on, " he said. I tried to slide down the wall so that I could be closer to him, but his hands held me in place by my hips.

Sabre liked to say that I was good at killing him, but the man was going to be my demise. I used banter as my weapon of choice, but Sabre was doing a superb job with his tongue. He surprised me by curling it and repeatedly making a stabbing motion deep within me. If the pleasure hadn't consumed me, I would have laughed. Sabre was using his tongue as a dagger.

I was at his mercy, and he decided what I needed and when. There was never any consistency, as he switched back and forth from the dagger-like motion to the broad strokes and back. I couldn't think straight and there was nothing to ground me in the shower.

"Come on, Mama. I want to hear my name drop from your lips in between those screams."

He picked up the pace, and I slammed my hand against the shower wall. "Yes. Yes. Right there." I didn't know what I was even saying, but I didn't stop. My stomach tightened as my orgasm rapidly approached. My body thrashed against the wall. "Drew," I whined. I felt as if I was free falling, and he was the only person alive who could catch me.

I could feel him smile against me, and then he sucked my clit into his mouth. It launched me into the sky without a parachute to catch me.

He placed my leg on the shower floor and stood, gathering me into his arms. "Round two," he whispered into my ear. Picking up my legs, he wrapped them around his waist. His hands held me from below, but I felt trapped in the best way possible. He pushed his upper body against my chest, holding me in place. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but I was his limp doll, to be used as he saw fit.

"Last chance. I can't protect you, and if you tell me no, I'll drop your legs and finish you again with my tongue." He stroked the skin at the back of my thighs. "If you get pregnant, I'll be there. For you. For my kids."

I rubbed my nose against his, twisting left and right until my lips fell on his. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, trying to recreate the heat that he'd made me feel below. "Fuck me. Don't stop until you can't remember your name."

"I know what my name is. It's yours," he whispered.

He was holding himself at my center, but I wasn't sure why he'd stopped. I wiggled in his arms, trying to get better acquainted with his dick. I didn't want to fall, but I hungered to be connected to him. Feeling his head part my lips, I wiggled some more. In my clouded mind, I laughed. The wiggle move had finally worked.

"If you hurt, you need to tell me."

"I'll only hurt if you stop." I bopped him at the back of his head. "Don't stop."

"Yes, ma'am." He made sure that I was flush against the back shower wall and then pistoned into me.

We both let out loud groans.

"Do it again," I commanded him.

He didn't stop until we were both howling underneath the shower spray.

As my body came down from the high, I held onto him tightly. I feared that if I let go, he might vanish before my eyes. I didn't want to voice those concerns into the universe in case I accidentally gave them credibility. Instead, I placed my forehead on his, staring straight into his eyes. Silently giving him a piece of my heart to hold, I tried to convey everything that a simple "I love you" couldn't. "I didn't know what an actual relationship should look like, feel like, until I met you. Thank you."