Slay (Storm MC 4)

I tipped the rest of the scotch down my throat, took a deep breath, and shared the darkest moment of my life with him.

“After Annie and I left home, we had nowhere to go, so we had to stay with friends for awhile. I had no work experience at all. I mean, I never had to work while I was at school because m

y parents gave me whatever I wanted. So, I struggled to find a job, which meant we couldn’t afford rent. Like I said, some friends did let us stay but we wore out our welcome eventually and ended up living on the streets. I met Julian at a café one day when I was applying for a job, and he took us under his wing and helped us get back on our feet. He found me a job with a bartender friend of his and he gave us a place to stay.” I stopped to take a breath and put my glass out for a refill.

Donovan filled my glass again before saying, “I’m not gonna like this story, am I?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He poured himself another drink and drank half of it straight away. “Fuck.” His features had hardened, and I wished we’d never started this conversation.

“We eventually started something. To me, it was just sex, not a relationship. Julian was the third guy I’d ever slept with and he showed me a whole other world of sex. He liked it rough, and I discovered I did, too, so we were a good match. Julian made it clear he wanted to keep sleeping with other women, and I had no issues with that. I was young and wanted to see what was out there. I thought him sleeping around meant I could, too. Turns out I was wrong.” I stopped again to drink some more scotch. My chest had tightened and a chill ran through me thinking about this. I raised my eyes to Donovan’s and let the care I found there help me get the rest of the words out. “He’d been getting rougher with the sex, inflicting a lot of pain, and I had started to pull away a little. I can handle rough, but only when there’s some emotion involved. With Julian, there was nothing. It was just fucking and pain while he got off. One night, I was at work and a guy I’d never met flirted with me. Julian saw it, and when we got home, he let me know just how unhappy he was that another guy had shown interest in me.” My voice caught in my throat. “He beat me so badly I ended up in hospital for days . . . He tried to kill me, but Annie saved me . . . she hit him over the head with the baseball bat he kept in his bedroom and got me out of there.” My heart beat fast in my chest and my mind swam with the bad memories. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend none of this was true. I’d never told anyone this story; Annie was the only person who knew about this.

Donovan moved fast. He shifted to take me in his arms, and I let him hold me.

I needed that.

I needed him.

He didn’t say anything, and I needed that, too; the silence where our actions spoke louder than anything either of us could say.

We simply clung to each other.

Eventually, he moved us so I lay in his arms. And then he whispered, “There’s a lot of bad shit in this world, sweetheart, but you’ve got me now. I won’t let anyone or any-fucking-thing get to you again.”

I spread my arm across his chest and let my hand curl all the way around and under his side. Holding him tight, I whispered back, “Thank fuck you like crappy little bars in the backstreets . . . thank fuck you found me.”

***

We fell asleep, and I woke up a while later to his hand on my pussy, his mouth on mine. Before I was even fully awake, my instincts took over, and I opened my mouth and my legs to let him take whatever he wanted.

He can have anything he wants.

His leg shifted over mine and pushed it further apart from my other one at the same time that his hand slid from my pussy to cup my ass. He lifted my ass slightly off the bed and demanded to know, “Your pussy ready for my mouth?”

Oh, god, I was more than ready.

“Yes,” I managed to get out.

He let me go, moving down my body until his head was situated between my legs. It was still dark, and I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could see his hunger.

My man needs me.

I shut my eyes and held onto the sheets as he flicked his tongue against my clit.

Fuck.

He used his tongue to get me wet, and then he pushed it inside me while he brought his finger to my clit. Rubbing me with his finger and exploring me with his tongue, he brought me close to orgasm, and then he backed off, pulling his face away from me.

Fuck.

I reached down to grab his hair, showing him how desperate I was for his mouth.

He placed his hand on my stomach, splaying his fingers out before roughly dragging his hand down to hold my pussy. “Jesus,” he murmured. “I can’t fucking get enough of you, baby.”

I moved my hand to cover his hand on my pussy, and our eyes met as I said, “I can’t get enough of you, either.”

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and I watched as he stared at me with heat. “Fuck,” he said, before shifting our hands off me, and lowering his mouth back to me.