Save Me

by Alexander, AJ

  “You are the strongest human being I know, after my mother of course. The burdens you have carried in order to protect Sophie are beyond remarkable, but let me help you now. Let me protect you from all the horrible people in the world. Jason, your parents, and anyone who comes to harm you and Sophie — I’ll protect you.” Adam places a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaning back to look me in the eye. “Hold your head up high when you walk into that station. Let everyone know that you have not been defeated. I will stay here with Sophie and keep her safe.”

  “Thank you.” I can’t find any other words to express what Adam and his caring heart means to me at this moment in time. Everything that Sophie and I have been through has led to this very moment, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else being by my side other than him.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  ADAM

  Once we arrive home, I notice Sophie is still passed out in the back. I’m very thankful for her ability to sleep through just about anything. For her to have been awake for the conversation between her mother and I would have been too much for anyone to bear. I was almost unable to listen to how Isabel was treated by her parents her entire life, it’s a wonder she had survived this long.

  “If you unlock the door, I’ll carry her in,” I whisper to Isabel.

  She looks emotionally exhausted, but answers with a nod of her head, grabs the bag from the back of the truck, and follows me to the door.

  “The keys are in my right front pocket.”

  “Oh. Um, okay,” she stumbles, flustered, but fishes the keys out.

  “Thanks,” I say with a chuckle.

  I love to see her blush and some color coming back into her cheeks.

  I walk into the house and straight to their room to lay Sophie down. After tucking her in and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, I head back downstairs to find Isabel sitting on the couch, staring at her hands.

  Before I can sit next to her, she rushes to speak. “We can’t stay here. I need to find a place for us.”

  “You don’t have to leave. You’re safe here.”

  “None of us are safe as long as I’m here. Jason will come after us and take down anyone standing in his way. I don’t want you to get hurt for trying to help. You will lose your career. Everything you have worked for. I can’t be the cause of that.” She’s convinced herself that I’m not safe and it’s scaring her.

  I stand and begin to pace in front of her. “Screw my career. I can be a doctor anywhere. I don’t want you to leave. I like having you guys here.”

  “I can’t put you at risk, not after everything you’ve done for us.” The tears are back in her voice and it guts me.

  “Do you want to leave? Are you looking for an excuse to leave?” I ask her, desperate to know the truth.

  Isabel pauses, and I hold my breath. “No. I don’t want to leave. Sophie is happy here… I’m happy here.” She doesn’t look at me, but back at her hands.

  I kneel in front of her and grip both of her hands in mine. “Then don’t leave. Stay here. With me.”

  Isabel’s eyes fill with tears, and I rest my forehead against hers.

  “Please don’t leave me. I need you both. I love you,” I whisper, as a lone tear escapes to roll down my cheek.

  I hear her gasp in surprise, but I refuse to let her run from me again.

  “Isabel, I love you.” Her head lifts and she’s looking at me. “I think I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you in my office, all those weeks ago. I know this is fast, and I know that we have things we need to work out, but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and Sophie with all my heart. I’ll do anything for either of you.”

  I don’t give her time to process what I’ve said or wait for a response. I lean in and press my lips to hers. She pulls back before the kiss can get out of hand.

  Quietly, she inquires, “Do you want to be with me? Intimately?”

  “Yes, I want you,” I answer, leaning back from her. “I think that would be pretty obvious.” Pointing to the bulge in my pants with a smile.

  My heart begins to break for my Isabel. She has never known the pleasure of being loved by her partner. This is when I know I love her. I love her with every part of my being. I would dare to say that I was even put on this Earth to be here, right now, to rescue her from her cruel life. If it’s the last thing I do, I will make sure that he is never able to hurt her and Sophie again.

  “Women are beautiful and are meant to be cherished by the men that love them. I would never hurt you or Sophie intentionally, so please tell me when I do something that upsets you, and I’ll do my best to never do it again. I would die if anything happened to either one of you,” I say, holding my ground.

  She looks at me skeptically. “I don’t want you to die, Adam.”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “I don’t want to die either, love. What I mean is, anyone who wants to hurt either of you will have to go through me first.”

  I slowly wrap her in my arms again. Feeling her luscious curves pressed up against me is making it very difficult to be a gentleman.

  “Isabel, I want nothing more than to be the man who is given the honor to love you forever. Anyone who told you that you don’t deserve to be loved lied to you, sex and foreplay aren’t supposed to be painful for women. That’s why people have sex so often. More importantly, it’s an act of beauty between a couple that loves one another, to show how much they mean to each other: mind, body, and soul.”

  “My parents told me that if Jason was beating me, then I must deserve it,” she confesses so nonchalantly, that it takes my breath away for a moment.

  “No. Men that use physical force on a woman go to prison. It’s a crime for a man to force a woman to do anything she isn’t willing to do, and for a man to beat you is completely unacceptable. Real men care about their partner’s feelings. It’s our job to make sure our partner enjoys themselves. That they feel loved and cherished by us,” I reiterate.

  She smiles at me for a moment and her entire face lights up, it’s beautiful. I lean down and lay a soft kiss on her lips. Her blush is immediate and adorable.

  “I’m sorry I panicked last time,” she says.

  “You don’t ever have to apologize to me for being human.”

  “Thank you,” she murmurs.

  She smiles up at me and chews on her bottom lip, obviously thinking about something. Before I can tell her how sexy it is when she bites her lip, she stretches up and kisses me.

  Grabbing onto her hips, I pull her closer to me and groan into her kiss. I let her take control, set the pace. She’s hesitant, but I let her explore, I doubt she’s ever had the chance to be in control.

  “I have an idea.”

  I sit down in the middle of the couch and motion for her to sit on my lap. She’s so adorable as she sits on one of my thighs like she’s riding sidesaddle on a horse.

  Leaning toward her, I whisper in her ear. “Straddle me, baby. You’ll be in control of everything.”

  With a sexy blush on her cheeks, she readjusts and straddles my lap, pressing against my erection. I grab her hips and show her how to grind on me, groaning when she gets the hang of it.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my jaw. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes from my chest. She tangles her hands in my hair and kisses me deeply. Making out like a teenager with a pretty girl grinding on me brings back memories. Only this time it’s different, and I’m afraid to touch her. One wrong brush of my hand could cause a number of reactions. She needs to lead, to be in control.

  I slowly, slowly slide my hands up her body, starting at her knees and ending at her shoulders, then down her back to her delectable ass. Grabbing a handful of each cheek, I thrust up against her, and her gasp has a smirk forming on my lips. I continue to explore her body with soft but constant pressure from my hands. Up to her ribs and stop just short of her breasts before stroking back down to her thighs. I want to ravish her, to bend her over this couch and take h
er like a mad man, but I have to get her used to being touched when pain isn’t involved.

  Isabel’s hips increase in speed as she rides me, along with my breathing. She’s getting lost in the sensation, and I have to admit that I am too. Pulling her own shirt up, she rips it off and tosses it behind her before pulling mine off too. When she gets me shirtless, she runs her hands over my skin. I’m all too happy to let her explore my body, her touch shooting shockwaves across my skin.

  She works her way down my chest, moving to kneel on the floor for better access, touching and kissing my flesh. Moving across my stomach to the top of my pants, she comes to a stop and looks up at me.

  Seeing her kneeling before me, with her hands on my pants, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I could get off just like this, without her touching me.

  “Can I? I want to see all of you?” she asks hesitantly.

  She backs up a bit and makes room for me to stand. She unbuttons and unzips my jeans before pulling them down to my thighs, freeing me from the confines of my pants and underwear. She stares at my dick in front of her face for what feels like an eternity, then reaches out and runs her fingers over me from tip to base.

  ISABEL

  I wish I knew what I was doing with this man in front of me, but I don’t. Luckily, he lets me explore and take my time getting to know his body.

  Wrapping my hand around him, he inhales sharply. He covers my hand with his and demonstrates how he likes to be touched. The skin there soft, almost like velvet, but underneath the skin is solid, hard, and huge.

  I stroke him a few times, and he groans, thrusting into my hand, then pulls my hand away. Looking up at him, I ask, “Why did you stop me?”

  “Because otherwise I wasn’t going to last. It feels too damn good to have your hands on me.” He smirks at me. I’m starting to love that smirk, so sexy, and it shows his playful side.

  He takes his pants the rest of the way off before sitting back down on the couch.

  “Take your pants off, then come sit on my lap again,” he instructs me.

  I jump up to do as he asks and I laugh in my excitement. I feel like a virgin even though I’m not. Maybe in a way I am, this is the first time I’m not going to feel pain or humiliation. This time I’ll be with someone because I want to be, not because it’s expected of me. Adam wants to be with me and only me, just as I want to be with him.

  Sitting back on his lap, my sensitive flesh rubs against his. He reaches down and caresses me, groaning a deep sound that I feel in my toes.

  “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he breathes into my ear.

  He kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking on my skin while stroking me. Helpless against the pleasure, I grind against his hand, chasing the orgasm I know he’s going to give me. With my hands in his hair and his mouth sucking on my breasts, it doesn’t take long before I’m coming. I yell loudly, unable to keep quiet, grinding hard against his hand.

  “That’s my girl,” Adam praises as my body tightens and trembles above him. When I’ve ridden out the orgasm, I collapse against him, my head on his shoulder, breathing hard.

  He chuckles. “Ready for round two? I promise it gets better.”

  “Hell, yeah,” I reply, sitting back up.

  Lifting just a bit, Adam positions himself at my entrance. He’s so big that it takes a minute to get the head inside of me. It stretches and almost burns, but it feels so damn good.

  We both toss our heads back and groan as I keep sliding down onto him. I feel impossibly full taking all of him. I’m stretched around him, and it’s all I can do, not to cry from the pleasure. Lifting, he slides out about halfway before I drop back down.

  “Up a bit, baby, let me help.” His voice is strained and rough.

  Lifting again, he thrusts upward, slamming into me harder.

  “Oh God!” I cry out. “Yes, just like that!”

  He keeps the pace even, slow but hard. It’s perfect, too much but not enough all at the same time.

  “Rub yourself baby, make yourself cum,” he tells me.

  I’m so close already, tensing around him, trying to keep him inside of me, rubbing my bundle of nerves sends me into the best orgasm I’ve ever had. My body bows backward while I scream out my pleasure. Adam increases his thrusts, making my orgasm last longer before he grunts and cums deep inside of me.

  We both collapse sideways onto the couch, breathing hard, sweaty, and smiling.

  “You’re right, it did get better,” I comment.

  He laughs as he throws an arm around my waist.

  “Glad you liked it. Anytime you want an encore, let me know. I’d happily give a repeat performance,” he replies with a chuckle.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again,” I whisper, my thighs are burning from the workout I just gave them.

  “If we don’t get up soon, there will be a stain on the cushion.” He doesn’t look like he really cares, but then he looks serious. “Crap, I’m so sorry Isabel. I didn’t use a condom. Are you on birth control?”

  “Don’t worry, I’m covered.”

  He visibly relaxes. “Not that I wouldn’t love to have kids someday, but maybe not today.” He looks at me sheepishly.

  I chuckle at his explanation. “I have to get back to Sophie, she’s never slept alone,” I tell him.

  “Of course, let’s get our clothes,” he says as he takes my hand.

  We gather up our clothes and head upstairs before going to our separate rooms, where he kisses me slowly.

  “I would really like for you to stay with me, but I understand. Next time, can you stay, please?” he requests.

  “Next time?” I repeat hesitantly, not quite meeting his eyes.

  “If you want there to be, because I definitely want there to be.”

  “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  Adam leans down and kisses me long and slow.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “For what?” he asks, as I look up into his face.

  “For giving Sophie and me a safe place, for showing me that what I had wasn’t as good as life gets.”

  “There is so much more that I want to show you, both in and outside of the bedroom.” I rub my already growing erection against her stomach.

  “Hmm, well you are the doctor.”

  I smirk. “How about a shower?”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  ADAM

  I awoke the next morning in my bed with Isabel curled up against me. She must have come in at some point during the night.

  I could get used to this.

  Rolling onto my side to spoon her, I lick my fingers before pulling and pinching her nipple while nipping at her neck.

  Isabel wakes slowly, leaning into my touch as I release her nipple to tease her clit. I need to get her nice and wet for what I have planned. I tease her until she’s on the verge of climax.

  “Just a second, baby girl, I’m not going to leave you hanging,” I say as I position her leg over mine and thrust into her.

  * * *

  When I finally release Isabel from bed to get dressed, she heads to her room to check on Sophie and get started on breakfast.

  I really don’t want to go to work today.

  I reluctantly get out of bed and think about how things have changed in my life in such a short time. I now have Isabel and Sophie, and the fact that she’s still married to that abusive asshole is a minor technicality that we can fix.

  “I wonder if she ever wants to get married again,” I ponder out loud.

  Not that I plan to rush right into anything, but Sophie did say she wanted a little brother. I wouldn’t mind seeing Isabel’s stomach swollen while she carried my child and had my ring on her finger.

  Giving my head a shake to halt all these future plans, I finish getting dressed before heading downstairs to see my girls. As I enter the kitchen, I notice someone very important is missing

  “Where is Sophie?”

  “She was still asleep when I
checked on her and didn’t want to wake her. It looks like it’ll just be us for breakfast.”

  “Is she okay? Is she getting sick? She doesn’t usually sleep this late.” I try desperately to hide the panic in my voice.

  Isabel smiles before saying, “Calm down, babe. I’m sure she’s fine, I’ll wake her in an hour or so if she isn’t already up. Sit, have some coffee. Breakfast is almost done.”

  All through breakfast I couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of me was missing. I’ve become accustomed to having Sophie around asking a million questions, and it’s too quiet without her.

  I try to stall for as long as I can, but by my third cup of coffee there’s no sign of Sophie waking, and I know I’ll be late.

  With a sigh, I kiss Isabel.

  “Give Sophie a big hug for me when she wakes up.”

  As I get in my truck and pull out of the driveway, I still can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

  SOPHIE

  I wonder what that sound is?

  I open my eyes, but I don’t see anything except for the sun shining through the window. I roll over to snuggle with Mommy, but she isn’t there.

  I wonder if she and Daddy had a sleepover.

  Sitting up to stretch, I feel someone grab my arm and yank me out of bed. I look up, and it’s him! I take a deep breath to try and scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand.

  “Your whore mother and you thought you could get away from me. You are mine! No one will take you away from me. Your mother needs to remember the vows we took, ‘til death do us part, and you, little girl, are going to help me remind her,” he whispers in my ear

  I am so scared that I pee my undies and start to cry.

  “You fucking brat! You’re a useless waste of air. I don’t know why I let your mother even talk me into letting her have you. I should’ve just thrown her down a flight of stairs while she was pregnant and been done with it,” he growls.