Make Me Yours

Her fingers are in my hair, threading and drawing me closer to her. Her legs part, and I roll her onto her back, moving between them. My arms are under her shoulder blades, holding her firmly against my chest, and I lift my chin, finding her eyes.

They’re hooded, and she nods, leaning up to meet my lips as I rise higher, thrusting deep and burying myself to the hilt in her hot, slippery depths. Again we groan as our bodies unite. We’re wild, grasping and holding, rocking together so fast. Her hips rise to meet mine, and our mouths fuse.

I’ve lost track of time, place, everything except the sensation of her body around me, pulling, milking, the growing orgasm tightening in my pelvis. She arches up, moaning and scratching her fingernails down my skin, and I can’t hold back. I’m pulsing and filling her, holding her as my only anchor to this world.

My heart beats frantically, and I blink my eyes open slowly, regaining my bearings, realizing I probably left her behind that time.

“Are you okay?” I’m propped on my elbows, holding my weight from crushing her.

Her hands touch my cheeks, and she smiles. “I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve been devoured.”

She’s absolutely gorgeous, and I start to laugh. She laughs, and I slip out of her. She makes a little pouty face, and I move to my side, gathering her to me.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve gone crazy wanting to devour someone.”

Her finger circles lightly on my chest. “I was going a little crazy myself. I couldn’t decide if it would make me a total slut if I showed up at your door. Then I couldn’t decide if I cared.”

“You can always show up at my door. I will never judge you.”

She laughs again, burying her face in my chest and inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

I take a deep breath at the top of her hair—fresh roses and jasmine. “I love the scent of you all around me.”

“We might have a problem, Mr. Key.”

“I can’t see a single problem anywhere.”

We lie together in the darkness, me tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her back, her tracing her finger along the line of my bicep. After a while our breathing slows, and I start to fall asleep. The last thing I remember is the press of her lips against my skin. It’s possible I’m dreaming, but it seems like she agrees with me.

Not a problem in sight…

“Lillie, No! Oh my God—NO!” The scream snaps me out of the most divine slumber.

Ruby jumps off my chest and starts grabbing clothes. For a moment, I can’t get my bearings. Then it hits me like a sledgehammer. I slept all night in Ruby’s bedroom, naked in her bed, and now Eleanor is screaming.

Her voice is coming from down the hall where Lillie’s room is.

“Shit!” I fall out of bed, searching for my clothes.

Ruby is wearing a tee and jerking pink sweatpants over her naked body as she yells. “Eleanor! What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

She flies out of the room, and I follow her, quickly shoving my legs into my pajama pants, panic rising faster than my breath.

I’m nearly blind by the time I burst into my daughter’s room, and what I see there almost sends me slamming to the wall.

Lillie is sitting in her bed crying. Her face, her arms, her sheets, her entire bed is covered in splatters of deep red liquid. It looks like blood.

“Jesus, what happened? Lillie?” I try to get to her.

My daughter is wailing and Eleanor is ripping back blankets and sheets. The scene is utter chaos.

“Lillie!” Eleanor stands over her, grasping her arms and searching her body for wounds. Lillie’s face is beet read, and she’s bawling.

Ruby pushes right in the middle of the melee, snatching my daughter’s arm from her grandmother. Then she does the unthinkable. She lifts it to her face and touches it with her tongue.

“Ruby, no!” I shout watching her taste what looks like blood. My throat closes, and I think I might vomit.

“It’s okay!” Ruby holds up her hands, her face melting into relief. Lillie is still crying, but Ruby scoops her out of the messy bed. “It’s ketchup! It’s only ketchup.”