His Gift

“We’ll figure it out, sweets.”

“Why… why would you do this for me?”

Not being able to explain the extent of it myself, I tell her the first thing that enters my mind. “We belong together. You belong to me, and I protect what’s mine.”

Shocking me again, she nods her head, almost like she understands what I’m feeling. Maybe she feels it too?

I start taking the rest of my clothes off. Rose watches me intently, her eyes growing to the size of golf balls when I shove my pants down and my cock shows a tent within my boxers. I can both hear and see her breath quicken, and I’m not sure if it’s because she is scared or turned on. Based on the slight tremble of her body, I’m going with the latter.

Normally, I would sleep naked, but I decide it’s probably better to keep my boxers on tonight. God knows I don’t want to send the girl into cardiac arrest over the size of my cock. Climbing up into the king-size bed, I pull the blankets back next to her and crawl under them, tucking it up on the side to cover myself. I turn the bedside lamp off, and the room falls into darkness. Her whole body stiffens when I drag her across the sheets and into my chest, but that just makes me tighten my hold on her.

After a few moments, she relaxes, her body softening into mine, and before I know it, her breathing evens out, and I know that she’s fallen back to sleep.

I still don’t know what it is about this woman that has me so captivated, but I know that having her in my bed, and holding her like this, has me more content than I’ve ever been in my life. With that thought, I drift off to a peaceful and dreamless sleep knowing that when I wake in the morning, she’ll still be here in my arms.

4

Rose

Warmth engulfs me, every inch of my body is warm, and I nuzzle into the pillow deeper, wanting to stay like this forever. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a decent night’s sleep in a comfortable bed, with a blanket, pillow, and an actual mattress.

However, as soon as the thought hits me, my eyes pop open, and I start to panic, trying to remember where I am and how I got here. Slowly, the events from yesterday filter back through my mind, and I realize it isn’t a pillow I’m burrowing my face into but a chest. A firm, well-muscled chest.

I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. I peer up at the sleeping beast that rescued me last night, I take in his harsh but beautiful features. He reminds me of a rugged mountain man hidden in the snowy peaks. His dark hair is cut close to his head, and his skin is littered with scars. His jaw is sharp, leading up to perfectly sculpted cheeks.

He’s both beautiful and terrifying, and that’s the conundrum. How can I be drawn to someone so scary, someone that I know has done terrible things? My heart skips a beat inside my chest, and my mouth goes dry. I have to get away. It’s now or never.

Fear zings through me, and I hold my breath as I try to slide beneath the heavy arm that’s slung over my middle. If I can just break free…

Sliding away slowly, I keep my eyes trained on his face, and almost gasp when his eyes open and his gaze falls on me.

“Trying to sneak away?” he growls, his voice full of sleep.

“N-no…” I let the lie fall from my lips, knowing he can probably see through it. A sinister smile pulls at his lips, and with little effort, he tugs me back toward him. Heat fills my abdomen when I feel something long and thick pressed against my stomach. As afraid as I should be of this man, my brain refuses to truly give completely over to the fear, this strange protected feeling outweighs any other emotion.

Gulping, I let my gaze move down to the tent between his legs. That’s his…

“Have you ever been with a man before?” Miles asks, his palm gently cupping my cheek.

Licking my lips, I shake my head. “No.”

Miles smiles, and that singular smile makes my heart beat just a little faster, “Have you ever touched a cock before?”

Again, I’m forced to shake my head, giving away just how innocent I am. With lightning speed, Miles moves. One second he’s beside me, and the next, he’s hovering a breath above me. He looks like he’s ready to combust, and I squirm against the mattress, unsure of what I want or need. All I know is that I can feel this deep heat pulsing between my legs, and I need him to alleviate it, however he can.