by K. Langston
On a slow turn, my back meets the cold tile wall, his hands moving to the backs of my thighs to hold me in place. His dark, hooded gaze claims mine as water rains down on his broad shoulders. Then his mouth descends, our wet bodies sliding against one another so perfectly. As if I am built to fit in this very spot. As if our mouths are meant to be one.
As if we are made to belong to each other.
“I don’t want anything between us this time, Selena. I’m always safe, and I can assure you that I’m clean. But right now, I want to feel all of you. Fucking need it. Don’t think I can breathe another second if I don’t.”
Reaching out, my palm fans his scruffy face. “I trust you.”
He kisses me long.
Deep.
Trying to convey some silent message. But I can’t decide if it’s a demand or a plea. I conclude it’s both when he bends his knees, holding me in place as his erection finds my aching center.
He eases inside of me slowly, stretching me in that beautiful way that he had before. Only this time, it feels different. His skin is hotter and the delicious intrusion holds an edge of pain that has me craving more.
So much more.
Holding my body in place, he thrusts in and out, slow at first but then each one grows deeper.
Harder.
Driving us both further and further toward something so much bigger. It’s too much, not nearly enough, and before I know it, we’re flying. I close my eyes, absorbing every single tremble of my body. The pleasure this man delivers. The safety and comfort of letting go.
I never, ever want it to end.
Justin pulls out of me, lowering his head to mine as he reaches between us to stroke himself through his release.
The sounds of our labored breaths fill the space between. Then his wet lips are on mine, soothing, gentle, sweet. Without a word, he lowers me to my feet then grabs the soap, lathering his hands with it before washing every inch of my skin, starting at my neck, moving down and across my collarbone and shoulders. My breasts. Abdomen. Between my legs, all the way down to my feet. Part of me feels like I should be more modest but I can’t with him. He demands to know every physical part of me, and I cannot deny him this silent request.
“Turn around.”
Once again, I do as he says, the gentle command of his voice is almost hypnotizing.
His soapy hands move up the backs of my calves toward my buttocks. A shiver runs through me when he gives them a gentle squeeze before moving up my ribs to my head. I lose his hands for a moment but only long enough for him to squirt a little shampoo into them. His fingers begin massaging my head, working up a lather. Leaning my head back, I lose myself in his touch. I’ve never felt so cherished, so adored in all my life.
He doesn’t say a word as he twists me around slowly to rinse my head. I close my eyes, not wanting to get soap in them, but I don’t miss the way he looks at me. I never do. The primal need to take care of me. I can sense it.
Feel it in his touch.
Once he finishes, he shifts me to the back and quickly washes himself. I look on unabashedly, wondering how on earth I got so lucky. I prayed every night for God to send me a savior but I could have never imagined a man as wonderful and beautiful as him.
Justin shuts off the water then opens the curtain to grab a towel on the shelf. He wraps it around my shoulders before stepping out to reach for his own. Once he has it in place, hanging low from his waist, he holds out his hand, helping me from the tub. Droplets of water still cover his upper torso.
My mouth waters.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to take you again, and trust me, you’re not ready for that yet.”
Heat burns my cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just—you make me feel so…”
Justin pulls me into his arms. “Don’t you ever be sorry for wanting me. Because I’ll damn sure make no apologies about how much I want you.” Kissing my forehead, he leads me into his bedroom. “Let’s get you dressed. You must be exhausted.”
Justin grabs one of his T-shirts from a pile of folded clothes on his dresser. He takes the towel draped around my shoulders and dries me off. When he’s satisfied, he tosses the towel on the back of a nearby chair.
“Arms up,” he says.
I comply, lifting my arms into the air as he slips the T-shirt over my body. Sgt. Cunningham, Dallas Police Department written across my left breast. It’s way too big but it’s comfy and it smells like him.
He kisses my cheek. “Go do what you need to do then meet me in your bed.”
Eager to get back to his arms, I head to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth then quickly return to him. He’s waiting for me when I walk in the room, back resting against a mountain of pillows, covers pulled back.
“Come here, baby,” he says as I climb into bed, leaving no question about where he wants me when he slides down and gathers me in his arms.
I burrow my face into his neck, seeking that comforting scent I’ve grown to love so much.
“How do you feel?” he asks, mouth pressed against the top of my head.
“Different,” I say into his chest.
“Same here.”
I lift my eyes to his. “How?”
I am not naïve enough to think that he has not been with women already. Unlike me, he’s had plenty of experience. That was proven just moments ago. My body is still thrumming from his touch.
“Because you’re the last thing my heart ever expected. Never been in love before. Thought I came close once but after looking into your eyes the first time, and tonight, I know that what I felt before wasn’t love. Nowhere fucking close.”
“I prayed for you. Every night I was held prisoner, I prayed for someone to save me. Someone who would love me unconditionally and show me how to love in return. It is you, Justin. I prayed for you.”
“I feel like I’m being rewarded for every good thing I’ve done in my life. That everything I’ve done has led me right here.”
Leaning down, I press a soft kiss to the bullet wound of his shoulder. “I feel the very same way.” Resting my head on his bare chest, I let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep. The deepest, most peaceful sleep that I’ve had in a very long time.
If there’s anything sweeter than being inside of Selena, it has to be waking up next to her. I want to take her again but I know she’s probably sore. I’d found myself inside of her sometime in the middle of the night, unable to suppress my selfish need.
My dick is hungry for her yet again, but instead of answering to the greedy bastard, I slip beneath the covers, inhaling her soft skin, running my hands over the delicate planes of her body. She moans above me and I smile against her stomach, pressing a kiss right above her sweet pussy.
My heart roars with emotion. Some I can identify. Some not. All are fighting for residence with each day that passes and now that I’ve had her, I’m going to show her each and every day how much I need her. How much she means to me.
How I will fight every day to keep her.
The blanket lifts and a lazy morning smile greets me, my heart surging with one emotion that can’t be denied.
Pure adoration.
Her beauty and innocence make me forget all the evil in the world. I love that I am the only one who has seen her like this. Nothing but wild, untamed beauty staring back at me.
All fucking mine.
“Morning, baby.”
“Morning.”
A gasp tumbles from her lips, eyes wide when I drag my tongue through her wet slit. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head before I fix them back on her. Her pink lips are parted, perfect tits heaving with each breath she pushes in and out of her beautiful body. Greedy fingers move to my head, and this is the part I fucking crave, when she holds me in place and steals her pleasure from my hungry mouth. When she abandons every last bit of that innocence and gives me her raw fucking beauty.
Our eyes are locked tight as she lifts her hi
ps up and down, using my mouth and tongue to fuck herself. Her movements are slow, careful, but I can sense the urgency behind them.
The need.
I add two fingers to my assault and that proves to be exactly what she needs. The walls of her pussy flutter as her sweet juices coat my hand. Her moans are growing louder and she pulls the blanket between her teeth to bite down, stifling the sound.
I lick her clean, until she’s mewling beneath my mouth and begging me to stop. Crawling up her body, I brace myself above her, resting my cock on her flat stomach while I devour her mouth in the same manner I did her pussy.
She squirms, trying to take me inside of her body. But I resist. If I take her now, I won’t be able to hold back, and I have quickly discovered that my girl is a screamer. I can’t wait for a time when we are all alone and there is nothing holding back her moans and cries. Her spread out before me while I lick and kiss every single inch of her.
Casting her head down, she looks between us and I follow her gaze. There, glistening on the head of my cock, is a clear drop of pre-cum. Selena swipes her smooth thumb over the tip before bringing it to her mouth while her other hand strokes me.
My control snaps.
I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her hand. It only takes a few strokes before my cum coats her flat stomach, marking her dusky skin.
As I’m trying to catch my breath, before I get up and carry her to the shower, there’s a knock at the door. “Selena?”
It’s Pop.
“Y—Yes?”
“Are you okay in there?”
“Yes, sir.”
A pause and a shuffling of the feet.
“I’m headed to church in an hour. Wanted to see if you’d like to come with me?”
“Um, yes, I would love to. If you could give me about twenty minutes?”
“Okay, good. Meet you downstairs.”
Another pause.
“Tell my grandson he better have his ass down there, too.”
Her face burns red.
“How does he know?” she whispers.
I lean in and kiss her pretty mouth. “He doesn’t miss much.”
“Do you think he heard us?” She turns her head back to the door and I take advantage of kissing her slender neck.
“Nah, he probably stopped by my room first and put two and two together.” I grin, knowing he probably did hear us.
My girl is wild.
Her eyes return to mine, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You are a terrible liar.”
A laugh trickles from her mouth and I eat it up.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” I say, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom. “I think we can manage to squeeze in one more orgasm before church.”
* * *
Sitting through the sermon had been hard. Literally. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the sinful things I did to her this morning but then that all took a turn when the preacher began discussing premarital sex and how all the sinners out there having it were going straight to hell.
Too much fire and brimstone for me on a Sunday morning.
Selena’s eyes didn’t waver from the preacher as he spoke about God’s grace and humble blessings while my mind conjured up every possible way to take her again tonight.
Pop had wanted to stay and eat lunch with the elders, hitching a ride back with his buddy, Grady, who lived a mile away from us, so we slipped out the back after the final prayer.
We stop at the Swine and Dine just outside of town. A hole in the wall dive that serves the best damn barbecue I’ve ever eaten. We place our order at the counter then take a seat to wait for our number to be called.
Selena looks around, eyes wide and curious. She’s always so observant. Hell, I guess I would be too if I’d been locked away as long as she has. There’s so much she hasn’t seen or done. So much she’s yet to experience but in the same breath, she’s endured more than one person should in her short life.
“What is something you enjoyed doing as a child? Did you have any hobbies?”
She offers me a sheepish smile and it takes everything I have not to lean over and taste it.
“I spent most of my time with my mother in her pottery barn out behind the house. I loved creating. Even though I wasn’t very good at it.”
“I can imagine that is a hard craft to learn.”
“Oh yes, it takes years of practice. My mother was wonderful at it. She would create so many beautiful things. Bowls, vases, crosses. I was in awe of her talents.”
“She sounds like an incredible woman.”
“I would have loved for you to meet her.”
“I think I have a piece of her here with me right now.”
My words have the desired effect. The smile that stretches her perfect lips fills my chest with warmth and my mind works on ways to keep it there permanently.
“I also loved to read. It allowed me to visit other places without leaving my home. Which is something we rarely got to do. My mother was always so paranoid. She didn’t want anyone knowing who we were or asking questions about us.”
“So you never had any friends?”
Shaking her head, she shifts in her seat. “No, Lindsey and April are the first real friends I’ve ever had.”
“They are the best kind to have. Lindsey is crazy as hell but she’s loyal and has a damn good heart. They both do.”
“I am quickly learning that. I’m also learning that Lindsey can be quite bold.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“She’s very knowledgeable about certain things.”
“As in?”
Her cheeks flush with heat.
“What did you two talk about the other day?”
Raising one shoulder, she bites her bottom lip before answering. “She told me that you would teach me things.”
My cock grows hard just thinking about all the things I want to teach her.
“I’m definitely going to teach you some things, baby.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “Like what?”
“Like how to take me in your mouth. How to fuck me while I watch you fall apart and how to pleasure yourself.”
She squirms in her seat, eyes darting around the restaurant. Our number is called so I stand up, curling my finger under her chin to lift her curious eyes to mine, wide and wild with desire.
“I’m going to teach you all the things you’re too afraid to ask.”
Then I bend down and kiss her lips before going to retrieve our food.
* * *
After lunch we head back to the house.
“Do you want to go for a ride when we get back?”
Her eyes flash with excitement. “I would love to. I had so much fun the other day. Can we ride back out to the lake? It’s so beautiful there.”
Reaching over, I thread my fingers with hers and bring the back of her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss there.
“Not talking about riding a horse, baby.”
Tilting her head, her brows furrow in confusion before realization dawns.
She gasps, but her features quickly soften, eyelids growing heavier with every yellow line we pass.
“Is this part of my lesson?”
Christ almighty.
I just might come in my jeans if I don’t get inside of her soon. I’m tempted to pull over once we reach the driveway and let her ride me until she comes so many times she loses count. But I refrain, anxious to have her in my bed where I can have her all to myself.
As the house comes into view, so does a blacked-out suburban. I park next to the SUV. At first I think it’s the feds but then the driver gets out, walking to the rear to open the door, revealing the occupant.
Selena gasps next to me.
She reaches for the handle, and I reach for her arm. “You know him?” I nod toward the SUV.
“He is my uncle,” she says, hopping out of the truck.
Uncle?
Selena rushes toward him as I qui
ckly exit, rounding the front and tucking my gun in the back of my dress pants. I never knew Del Marco had a brother. By all accounts, Cesar Del Marco was an only child, raised by his mother until the age of seventeen. I’d done a complete background check when Reid had asked me to help him on a rescue mission to save his girl, Cassidy, and nothing I found had ever mentioned a brother.
“Selena.” Tears fill his eyes as she wraps her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
“Uncle Carlito. How on earth did you find me?” she asks, lifting her head. The joy in her eyes is unmistakable.
“I can assure you, it wasn’t easy. Let me look at you.”
He takes a step back, looking her over, his expression concerned. “I’ve been searching for you since I got word of what happened,” he says, pulling her into his arms once more. If I questioned their relation before, I can’t now; they look remarkably alike.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she says, hugging him once more.
“I have missed you too, cariña.”
Once he releases her, his eyes find mine as he extends his hand. “Carlito Cruz.”
“Justin Cunningham,” I tell him, reaching for his outstretched hand.
“Please, come inside,” Selena says, tugging him toward the porch. She leads him into the kitchen and I follow, on guard and ready for anything. The driver hangs behind. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you,” he replies.
He smooths his hand down his chest. Arrogance rolling off of him in spades, but Selena doesn’t notice. Her smile is one of pure happiness. This man means something to her. You can see it written all over her face.
“How did you find me?”
“Some of my men located you.”
My body tenses.
Some of his men?
Who the fuck is this guy?
As I stare back into the face of a man I haven’t seen in years, I can’t believe he is here. My uncle. The only family I have left. I haven’t seen him since I was thirteen. I am shoved back into the past, the memory sweeping over me like a torrent of cold air.
I had only just begun to accept my life and how it would undoubtedly be, when my uncle came into my room where I was reading and introduced himself. I was intimidated by him at first. Uncle Carlito was not only a handsome man but every movement seemed methodical and controlled. He walked and talked with authority, just like my father.
