Buttons and Pain (Buttons 3)

She looked into my eyes but her expression became masked. She blocked her thoughts from me, closing off so we were distant once more. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. But I really think you come with me for another reason altogether. I’m telling you, Bones isn’t the kind of man who just gives up. You won’t be safe here, Button.”

“If he hasn’t found me by now, he probably never will.”

I narrowed my eye at her ignorance. “Don’t be stupid.”

That fire came back into her eyes. “I’m not living in fear, Crow. If he comes, I’ll be ready. But I doubt he ever will.”

I’d stay and protect her but my life wasn’t in America. It was in Italy. My grapes needed to be attended to, and my business with Cane didn’t sleep. I couldn’t stay here just to watch her. And I couldn’t help her if she refused it. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” I pulled the business card out of my pocket and set it on the counter. It had my cell phone number and my address. “And you’re always welcome to stop by for a visit. I would love to see you.” Even if she were married with kids, I’d still want to see her. No matter how much time had passed or how many women I bedded, that fact would never change.

She eyed the card without taking it. “Are you leaving in the morning?”

“At nine.”

She nodded before she stared at the ground again. “Well, you should get a good night’s rest since you have to be awake early.”

That wasn’t how we were going to say goodbye. This woman came into my life in the most surprising way, and I wasn’t letting her leave without something meaningful. A chapter of my life was closing and I was moving onto a darker part of my life. She was the light for a full year, and I didn’t even realize how happy I was until it was over. “You and me. All night.” I’d make love to her until the sun came up the following morning. I crowded her into the counter and cupped her face. My fingers immediately grasped her hair and I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me.

She didn’t resist me or avoid eye contact. She met my look with the same longing deep in her bones. The only reason why she wanted me to leave was to make things easier on herself. But she wanted me nonetheless. “You and me.”

***

I lay on my back and stared up at her. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, long and soft. Her other shoulder was exposed and distant scars from her captivity could be seen even in the darkness. The flaws didn’t devalue her skin. They were battle scars that showed her resilience. As disturbing as it was, I found them sexy.

My hands moved to her womanly hips and I squeezed them gently, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh. My cock was underneath her and anxious to be inside her. Her wetness seeped onto my length, lubricating it so I could slide inside her smoothly.

Her hands snaked up my chest and she leaned forward, her perfect tits right in my face. Her nails dug into me as she moved, coaxing the monster inside me to the surface. My hands clung to her hips and I took a breath as I prepared to feel her.

Her hair fell onto my shoulder and she arched her back, preparing to move her wet pussy onto my length. She bit her bottom lip gently and she began to move. My cock slowly stretched her, making a smooth entrance that was slightly painful from my thickness. Her breathing quickened and her nipples hardened to the sharpness of diamonds.

My excitement got the best of me, and I sat up and hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her the rest of the way down my length. I was balls-deep and buried inside the most amazing woman in the world. My mouth sucked her tit into my mouth and I gripped the back of her neck as I held her firmly on my lap. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Button.” I pressed kisses to her chest then the hollow of her throat. The ecstasy swept me away and I got lost with her. Our bodies were hot and covered with sweat, and we slowly began to move together. Her tit pussy took me over and over, and I wanted come inside her so many times I started to shoot blanks.

She gripped me by the shoulders then pushed me back onto the bed with the kind of force that turned me on. I loved it when she was rough with me, taking the control like a woman who thrived in it. She rolled her hips dramatically and took my length over and over, her wet clit rubbing against my pelvic bone as she moved.