I slide over on top of him. His hand comes to my back. His eyes stay closed as he runs his hand up and down, caressing me lightly. All night he’s kept a hand on me. I think he’s reassuring himself in his sleep that I’m still here. Maybe it fends off some of those bad dreams he said he used to have.
“Never going anywhere,” I whisper, kissing his chest before I sit up. His eyes open, locking with mine.
“Is this your way of telling me you’re moving in?”
I sit up some, reaching for his cock. I give him a firm stroke, making him groan. I can’t get enough of this man.
“I already moved in. You’ll notice I’m quite messy.” I put the tip of his cock against my sex. I’m already wet. Looking at this man turns me on. I slowly sink down onto him, letting my body adjust. I might be wet, but Bow is big all over.
“Kitten.” He growls my name. I try not to dig my nails into him but I can’t help it as I start to work my hips up and down, taking the pleasure I need from him. Bow’s hand slips between my thighs to work my clit, making me whimper. I try to hold off on coming, but I know there is no stopping it. Bow knows my body all too well. He reads me like no other person ever has. If it were anyone else, I’d hate that fact. But not with him. I want him to know everything about me. For us to be connected in every way.
“Bow.” I breathe out his name, unable to form any other words. He sits up, taking my mouth in a kiss as I come undone in his arms. His warm release spills inside of me.
“Love you,” he says against my mouth.
“Love you too.” I lean back to look at him. “How are you feeling? I'm not overworking you, am I?”
“I’ve never felt better in my life.”
“Good. Shower with me. I want to check your bandage.” In one quick move he’s standing, his cock still inside of me. “Bow! You’re going to hurt yourself.”
It doesn't stop him. He steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He finally lets me down.
“I promise it doesn't hurt.” He steps in with me.
“At least let me take care of you.” I look up at him. “I want to and maybe it will make me feel better.”
“I’m sorry,” he says again.
“Don’t be sorry.” I push on him to get him to sit on the wide bench in his giant shower. I take my time washing every inch of him.
“You're going to spoil me.”
“Good.” My throat goes tight. He should be spoiled. Bow has gone too long without love. Spent his life saving others and putting his own on the line. He is a good man and now he’s mine. I am going to take care of him, smother him in the love that he’s gone too long without. He places his hands on my hips as I wash his hair. Then he helps me wash my own.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I ask as we get dressed. I toss my towel on the ground. Bow picks it up. “I was going to get that.”
“Maybe I like picking up after you.”
“I know. I’m a mess.” I look around the room. “This isn't even all my stuff.” I laugh. It’s like a small bomb went off in here.
“Where is the rest? We can go and get it.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his big body. “I like seeing your shit everywhere.”
“Are you saying I’m moving in?” I tease.
“Moving in. Me kidnapping you. Call it whatever.” His lips twitch.
“There you go joking again.” This feels so good. “Most of my stuff is at my brother's place and that's a whole other thing we’ll have to deal with. Let's not tell him you kidnapped me.”
“I don’t think he’d believe it.”
“True, but I’m not sure he’s going to buy that I’ve fallen in love either.” I shrug.
I would have told him already but he’s been busy. I’ll have to wait until he resurfaces again. I don’t think I’ll tell him the details over the phone. Especially if Bow is going to accompany me home to get the rest of my things. Mason will wind up calling or getting in touch with the rest of my brothers and I can almost guarantee that we would have a welcoming party when I got home. I’m not worried too much about it though because I know my Bow can handle himself.16Davis“What do you think?” Precious looks over her shoulder at me, her ass in the air.
“Looks good.” She winks before turning back around to tend to the flower bed I installed for her this afternoon. She said the house needed some color so I went and got the flowers she picked out. I picked up some paint too for the front door. Now I’m sitting on the porch swing I hung, watching her tend to the flowers. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever been. Her being here makes this feel like a home finally.