“You ok baby girl?”
“Yeah…Yeah I am definitely ok.” I whisper. I am more than ok. “Are you?”
“I’m better than ok.” My heart soars with his admission. He leans in to place a kiss in my hair. Forrest clears his throat before asking me the most insane question I’ve ever heard.
“Are you seeing anyone? I mean, were you seeing anyone?” I laugh. Why would he even think a thing as ridiculous as that?
“No. Just you.” I don’t know if that was the right thing to say but I needed him to know it’s just him.
“Ok, because I read your diaries thinking maybe I could figure out if it was someone you knew that abducted you and you talked a lot about a guy you loved. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t…” I sit up and press a finger to his lips to stop him from talking. I can’t help but smile knowing he was worried I was in love with someone else. And I can’t fault him for going through my stuff. I would have done the same thing. Although it is a little embarrassing now that he has read everything I wrote about him even if he doesn’t realize it was him I was talking about.
“I am in love with you. Everything that I wrote in my diaries was of you. It was all about you. There is nobody else and has never been anyone else.” Even though I am scared as to how he will take my obsession I needed him to understand that it’s only ever going to be him.
“What?” He’s shocked from my admission before it turns into a smile. That’s a good sign. That’s a very good sign.
“So all that stuff you wrote about how the guy was hot, and such a great guy was about me?” I nod my head nervous as I bite my bottom lip waiting for his next reaction.
“Oh thank god. I thought I was going to have to kick some guys’ ass and fight for you because there is no way I am letting you go now.”
Oh my god. He feels the same. I know he said it earlier but it’s really starting to sink in that he feels the same for me as I do for him.
Forrest wraps his hand behind my neck and brings me forward to meet his lips in a fervent kiss. It doesn’t go further and I’m ok with that. I’m a little sore after my first time being just moments ago. When the kiss ends, I resume my place tangled up in Forrest’s embrace as we both get lost in everything that has transpired over the last few hours.
No more words are spoken between us as we fall into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter 8
Forrest
I thought I was going to die when she came out in my shirt. I always leave spare clothes for myself here at the safe house and since I forgot to grab her some extra clothes I left Sierra one of my white t-shirt and boxer shorts.
That’s not what made my heart stop before restarting and nearly jumping out of my chest while my cock swelled painfully behind my shorts that I changed into. No. She is definitely sexy in my shirt but what made her even sexier is she isn’t wearing the shorts I left for her underneath. I don’t know if she has panties on under that shirt or if she is completely naked. Either way, it’s fucking hot.
God I hope she can’t see how painfully hard I am for her. That could be embarrassing. It takes all my self-control to remain in my spot on the bed when all I want to do was go caveman on her by throwing her on the bed and ravishing her while beating my chest in excitement.
Sierra starts to leave the room before I call her to come lay down in the bed with the excuse of her exhaustion. I don’t know how comfortable she is with sharing the bed with me but I don’t want her out of my sight. I want her close, so close that I could touch her, smell her, and even taste her sweet essence if I dared. That’s not my plan but it’s what I want. I just don’t know if that’s what she wants or if she’s ready for that. Sure she kissed me before she went to shower but she could have done that as a thank you.
As she starts to head over to the bed I can’t help but stare at her gorgeous, naked thighs peeking out beneath my shirt. God I love her. My want for her grows as she climbs on the bed. The shirt rides higher, high enough that I believe I could see her ass cheeks if I were behind her. What I would give to be behind her right now pushing deeply into her soft core as she moans my name, filling her with unadulterated pleasure.
I snap out of my lustful thoughts as she lays down on her side, facing away from me giving me a near full view of her ass. My shirt on her is raised enough that I can see her cheeks peeking out below it. I have to pull her body flush to mine so I would stop staring. If I kept staring, who knows what I would have done. I don’t think I would have had the willpower to stop myself from caressing her or something much more X rated. Its torture having her this close to me and not being able to do anything but hold her in my arms. The sight of her near naked body has me barely hanging on to my self-control.
When she turns to face me, we stare at each other as the tension mounts. Her face is so soft, so beautiful and so innocent even with the fading bruises but there is so much turmoil behind those eyes and something else I can’t identify that it makes me want to wrap her up in a cocoon and hide her away from all the bad things in life. When turns and faces me she finally speaks the words I long to hear, I feel as if my world stops. There’s no pain, no missing kidnapper, nothing and no one to return to. It’s just her and I. I’m in awe. I just can’t believe she said I love you. Then she corrects herself making sure I understand her meaning. She doesn’t just love me, she’s in love with me. She’s in love with me and I have no words to say for how that makes me feel. I’m speechless. How do you follow something like that? I just hope she’s not saying I love you because of what she’s been through and she needs to cling to me because I took her from that hell.
I want to make sure that’s how she really feels but I know when I suggest we talk about it that it’s not the words she wanted to hear from me. Her face falls and she looks crestfallen but I just wanted to make sure she understands that I’m in love with her also. Even if this is just confusion for her.
After assuring her that I feel the same, my body seems to take control of the situation. Before I realize what we are doing, I find myself on top of her lush body touching her intimately and kissing her fervently. I don’t want to stop. I know I should but I can’t get my body under control. I just keep crashing further, roaming more of her body with my hand and exploring her mouth deeply not missing an inch and loving every flavor that is uniquely Sierra.
She tastes of mint and sweetness while her body feels soft and supple under my fingers. Every hitch in her breath, every moan coming from deep down telling me how turned on she is, is like a boost to my ego. I want more of her. More than I should. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s too fast for her. She’s too innocent. Yet she’s not stopping me by pushing me away but pulling me closer and grinding on me. I can’t help myself when I push my hips against her to relieve some of the pressure only to make it worse as I feel the heat from her arousal. I want her heat wrapped tightly around my erection, as I bring us over the edge in pleasure.
As I pull her shirt over her head and make my way down her body stopping at her delectable breasts I can’t help myself as I taste them. I want her to feel incredible. The way her body fits in my hands is like heaven and I want to take her to new heights. I know I should stop, be a better man and respect her but it’s too late. I’m in too deep and there is no way I can stop what’s about to happen between us.
Before I know it, I’ve made it to her luscious cunt. She had no panties on and I nearly came in my shorts. God I can smell her desire. The musky, heated scent is feeding my need to have her, to brand her as mine and take her to the edge and make her fall.
Fall into bliss.
Fall into love.
Fall into me.
I want to fall with her but I can’t. Not yet. I need to make her scream in pleasure. I need to taste her sweet nectar. I need to devour her and so I do. I lick every inch of her like a starving man. I taste every single drop of her juices before she crashes. The sounds of her moans is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I have to keep myself in check so
I don’t explode just from hearing her climax. I could drink her in and pleasure her all day if she wanted but I want her beyond reason right now but before I can continue I need to hear from her that she wants this as much as I do.
As soon as she says yes I slowly sink inside her. I have never felt such intense emotions as we connect both physically and spiritually. I never felt so close to anybody emotionally or otherwise as I do right then. To know that as I take her virginity, that I am the only one to ever be this close to her, this deep inside of her is like nothing else the world.
Sierra is so tight that I have to take a moment to catch my breath so I don’t explode before I am even fully seated inside her. Feeling her wrapped around me, gripping me is almost my undoing but I won’t climax before her. I need her to explode with me inside of her. I need to feel her as she repeatedly squeezes my cock.
As I pump into her slowly, grinding deep inside, I notice when it goes from burning pain to exquisite pleasure. She relaxes beneath me and starts to move in time with my thrusts and grips my shoulders to hold on for the ride while I try to crawl inside of her as far as I can go. When we finally ride the waves together, it’s like nothing else. There is nothing as thrilling and satisfying as being able to fall with the one you love.
I’ve had sex with plenty of women but none of them have ever made me orgasm so hard and so strong. Sex has never felt this amazing and fulfilling. I know after this there will be no going back for us. She is mine and I am irrevocably hers. She has imprinted herself upon my heart and soul and nobody else will ever be able to take her place.
Rolling off of her and pulling her close, I wait until after our breathing has slowed before asking the one question that has bothered me since reading her diaries. I’m shocked to learn that it was me the whole time that she wrote about. I know she’s nervous about what I would think of her constantly talking about her love for me but honestly, I feel honored. I feel as if nobody understands me but her. Nobody truly sees me but her. I may not agree with all she said about me but the fact that she sees me that way is fucking amazing. Even though at times I thought she was speaking of me it still surprises me that it was in fact me she thought so highly about.
I have never had anyone look at me with such adoration or think of me as an amazing person before. All everyone ever sees is my anger, my fighting, and my bad boy looks. I’m ok with that because people don’t fuck with me and they stay out of my way but deep down, I wish that someone would look past all that rough exterior and just see me.
That’s what Sierra has done. She has seen the real me. Not the bad boy that women want to rebel with against their parents. Not the angry and lost little boy who is always fighting for his survival. She sees the man I am trying to be. The one who will protect those he cares about most, which is very few. The man who wants to better himself.
She sees me.
I knew when Sierra has fallen asleep because she snores quietly. It’s cute and I can’t help but wonder where we go from here. I never thought much of the future other than my career. I knew I wanted to be a cop when I was little to save kids who are bullied and I don’t mean just bullied at school. I mean bullied by their parents or even by their foster parents.
I was lucky when Sierras parents took me in. Even though I was never beat by any of my foster parents before then, they were never nice to me. I always got the bare minimum and was always talked down too. That kind of thing can ruin a good kid’s self-esteem. Who knows what would have happened if I had Sierras parents as foster parents from the beginning. Or even what would have happened if my piece of shit mother wasn’t a druggy who let her dealers beat me and do other fucked up shit in front of me. Maybe I would have been a better student. Maybe I wouldn’t be here now. If I wasn’t here now, though, where would Sierra be? I doubt I would have met her and just for that reason alone I can only be grateful for what my mother did. I am just thankful that I eventually found my way to her. The fates must have decided she would need me later on. From this moment on, I promise that nothing will ever happen to hurt her again. I will die to save her if it comes down to it.
I know now that what I want is Sierra. I want her now and I want her as my forever. I need her by my side and I want her as my future. I’ll give her anything she wants, I don’t care what it is.
I never wanted to have a committed relationship because I couldn’t give my heart to anyone. I didn’t want to and I now know why because it was never mine to give. Sierra has had my heart from the very first moment I laid eyes on her even if I didn’t know it then.
I never wanted to get married but I know that’s what my baby girl wants. She wants the whole package. The dress, the flowers, the cake and I’ll give that to her. She wants the loving relationship where there is communication, love and respect. She wants the big house with a white picket fence with family photos hanging up on the walls and matching towels. She wants the ‘his and her’ sinks. She wants to have the fine china her and her husband picked out for their wedding gift wish list. Sierra wants to hear I love you every morning when she wakes up and a kiss every night before she goes to sleep. She wants to be given flowers just because. Sierra also wants a family with two point five kids. I never wanted kids because I don’t know if I could be the kind of dad they deserve but I would try for her because I know that if I fuck up she’ll tell me. She’ll teach me to be a great father someday. What my baby girl wants my baby girl gets because she deserves it. She deserves it all and then some.
I can give her all this. I want to give her all of these things and I will. I’ll give her the god damn world if that’s what she wants as long as I have her. I only need her. If she can give herself to me forever than I will be the happiest man alive. I just wish I could tell her all of this but I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m sure I would scare her off and I need her here with me. But someday, someday I will tell her all this and someday she will be mine in every way possible.
I don’t know when I fell asleep before I am awoken to a loud banging at the front door. I wonder who that could be. I’m not expecting anyone and there is only a few people who know of this place and only one person who knows that we are here. Maybe he’s here with some news about the whereabouts of her kidnapper. Of course if he found him he could have just called. He probably was trying to just annoy the fuck out of me by coming at this time of night.
I check the clock and see that it’s only barely 4 in the morning. What the fuck is he doing here so fucking early? Before I get out of bed I check on Sierra hoping she’s a deep sleeper but she’s staring at me with wide eyes filled with fear. I smile at her trying to show her it’s ok and that she’s safe. I don’t think she believes me though because she still has the fear set in her eyes. She holds me tighter not wanting to part from me as I feel the same as her. I don’t want to leave her here alone but I have to. I need to see who is banging on our door and I need her in here where I know she’s safe just in case. I kiss her forehead before I roll out of bed and throw on the shorts that I was wearing before I made passionate love to my beautiful baby girl. I toss my shirt at her and she nods in understanding.
“Don’t come out of here until I say so, ok?” I don’t mean to scare her but I’m not taking any chances. She nods in understanding and pulls the blankets closer to her chin, hiding her delectable body from my view. I grab the gun I had sitting on the dresser and check it to make sure it’s still loaded before turning the safety off. I head out of the room pulling the door closed behind me and quietly walk to the front door.
When I reach the door, I check my gun once more then peek through the peephole in the door. Relief floods me when I recognize the person on the other side. I put the safety back on and wonder what in the hell he is doing here so early in the morning. He could have called but it must be important for him to come now. I set the gun down on the little table behind the door before unlocking and opening it just enough for him to slip in.
“Hey man. It’s early as fuck. This better be importa
nt. You scared the shit out of me.” He shuffles on his feet for a second looking around the place as if expecting someone to jump out at any moment.
“Is she here?” He’s nervous. I can see a bead of sweat at forming on his forehead as he continues to look around never making eye contact.
“Yeah man. What’s going on? What’s wrong? You look nervous as fuck.”
I never saw it coming so I had no chance to react. I barely registered what was happening before it was too late. I tried to move, tried to get out of the way but I wasn’t fast enough. I slam against the door dazed and confused before understanding dawned on me that he is the mole. The one who has been lying and giving out Intel to the people we are trying to catch. He is the bad guy and I wish I could have found this out sooner. If I had known, then Sierra wouldn’t be in danger now.
I try to reach my gun quickly but being shot in the shoulder slows me down. I’m bleeding a lot and I am hurting but I push through the pain because I have to. I have to in order to save Sierra. I don’t know what he wants with her but what I do know is that it won’t be something pretty. He’s going to hurt her in more ways than one.
As soon as I grab hold of my gun he fires another shot but this time it hits my stomach. I fall to the floor blacking out for a moment from the pain but I don’t give up. Everything is spinning and when I look at him he’s blurry. The pain is so excruciating that I can barely breathe through it but if I can just fire one shot, just one kill shot than it will be over and Sierra will be safe.
He doesn’t notice that I am still alive as he starts to walk off towards where Sierra is. I lift my arm with the last of my strength, aim and shoot. I hit my target as I see him go down but it wasn’t the kill shot I was going for. I really don’t know where I hit him I just know that he’s still alive as he falls to the floor and curls into a ball moaning in pain. Instead of hitting his heart that I aimed for I must have hit his stomach.
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