All Cried Out (All Falls Down Book 2)

by Ayden K. Morgen

  "I want to try something," I whisper to Savannah, laying her out on the bed before following her down. I hover over her, holding my weight off her with my forearms. "May I?"

  She stares up at me, her pupils dilated with lust and her hair already tangled around her face. Her clothes litter the floor in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. Mine are gone, too, stripped as soon as the latch clicked behind us. She looks like a Goddess in the dim lighting, so beautiful, it takes everything I have to keep myself from parting her thighs and thrusting into her.

  "Yes," she says without hesitation.

  I lean down and kiss her hard.

  "I love that," I mumble, my lips running from her mouth across her cheek, and then down her neck. My tongue dips into the hollow of her collarbone, teasing along the flawless skin there. "You never hesitate with me. When we're like this, you're so receptive, so responsive."

  She writhes beneath me when I capture a nipple between my teeth, pulling it into my mouth before rolling my tongue across the peak and releasing it. Her hands dive into my hair, holding me against her when I do the same to her other nipple.

  "I trust you," she says on a moan.

  My cock jerks when those words leave her lips. Christ, I love that she's able to trust me like this. No matter what McKee put her through, she doesn't doubt me or fear what we do in our bed. As soon as my hands and mouth are on any part of her, she comes alive for me. It's humbling and erotic at the same time.

  My mouth seams to hers again, my tongue slipping past her lips to play with hers. I kiss her deeply, drowning in her, as I lock our fingers together and pull her hands over her head. Wrapping her fingers around the slats of the headboard, I break our kiss and lean back.

  She catches her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares up at me, a question in her eyes.

  "I want you to keep your hands right there, baby," I tell her, my fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her arms as I work my way down her body. My tongue swirls across her breasts and then her stomach, dipping into her navel before moving on. "Don't move them. Understand?"

  "Yes." She bobs her head in a jerky nod, her breath coming faster.

  Her legs fall open as I slide between them, pulling her thigh over my shoulder. The sight of her spread open for me pulls a low groan from my lips. She's so perfect, so sweet. I dip my head, blowing across her clit.

  "Oh God," she groans, her hips rising from the bed.

  I gently press them back down before swiping my tongue across her clit. She bucks beneath me when I growl against her, one of her hands tangling in my hair. I immediately pull back and grasp her hand, putting it back where it belongs.

  "Keep them there, beautiful girl," I remind her, my tone gentle so she knows she can tell me to go straight to hell if she's not into this.

  She bites her lip and nods, her face flushed. I love the way that blush runs from her cheeks to her chest, suffusing her in dusty pink all the way to her breasts. Reclaiming my spot between her legs, I run a finger through her folds, biting back a groan at how wet she is for me.

  "More," she pleads in that sweet voice of hers, twisting sinuously beneath me.

  "You taste like heaven," I murmur, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue again.

  When she cries out, I swipe my tongue through her folds. Pressing into her, I pull her clit between my lips and suck hard before backing off. I love how she responds, moaning my name and lifting her hips higher, trying to get me where she wants me.

  "Oh, please," she whimpers when I take her to the edge and then back off once more.

  I'm relentless though, teasing her with my lips and tongue until she's pleading with me to let her come. She keeps her hands where I put them, her knuckles white where she grips the headboard. Her breath comes in quiet pants and throaty groans.

  When I know she can't take any more, I pull her clit into my mouth and bite gently. "I love watching you like this," I murmur before thrusting two fingers inside her. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you come for me."

  She screams as she flies apart, her body arcing off the bed and her legs clamping down around my head. I fuck her through her orgasm with my tongue, loving the way my name breaks on her lips and echoes throughout the room.

  She's panting when she comes down, twisting beneath me. I keep going though, holding her hips in my hands while I make love to her with my tongue, seeing how far I can push her.

  "Jared, please!" she cries, trying to push me away.

  "Not yet," I growl, holding her hips still beneath me. "I want one more."

  "I can't!"

  "You can, baby," I reassure her, running my lips over her clit again, swirling in lazy patterns. She's drenched, her desire dripping down her thighs and all over my face. "I love making you come for me like this." I press my tongue inside her opening, thrusting and circling. "I love the way you taste and the way you scream my name. Give it to me, Savannah."

  "Jared," she pants, shaking her head back and forth as if to deny me. She's right there, her pussy pulsing around my tongue, but she's fighting it.

  "What do you need, love?" I ask, pressing two fingers inside of her again.

  "You! I need you in me."

  "Come for me one more time and I'll give you what you want, sweet girl." I bury my face between her thighs again, devouring her with my mouth while I thrust my fingers in and out of her.

  "Fuck! Jared!" she screams, her body going rigid beneath mine as she comes hard.

  Hearing that word fly from her lips makes me crazy. Blood rushes in my ears in a roar. I jerk upright, plucking her up from the bed like she's a ragdoll. She's still trembling and shaking, in the throes of her orgasm when I flip her over on top of me, wrap her legs around my waist and bury myself inside her.

  "Goddamn, baby," I groan into her hair.

  Her head is on my shoulder, her fingernails digging into my back as I lift her up and down my cock, my hands on her ass. She's wild above me, crying out and scratching, chanting my name over and over. I've never seen her like this before and it's intense. I grit my teeth and pound into her, unable to stop the guttural sounds breaking from my lips at the feel of her fingernails in my skin.

  Wrapping my hand in her hair, I gently pull her head back, crashing my mouth down on hers as my balls tighten, orgasm bearing down on me like a freight train. I claim her mouth, pouring everything I feel for her into the kiss.

  "I'm going to come," she groans, her legs tightening around my waist.

  "Do it. Come for me, baby." I lift her up and drop her down faster, grinding into her, taking her hard. "Let me feel it, Savannah."

  She cries out and sinks her teeth into my shoulder, her body clamping down around mine. Feeling her teeth biting into me as she comes sends me over the edge. I hold her down on top of me, throw my head back and roar her name as intense pleasure tears through me like a riptide.

  We stay just like that for several moments, riding out the waves, before she falls forward and buries her face in the crook of my neck with a contented sigh. I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me. Her hands run up and down my sides and then into my hair, her fingers sliding through the sweaty strands.

  "Are you okay?" I ask her when I can talk again, tilting her head back so I can see her face.

  She gives me a lazy, satisfied smile, her eyes heavy. "Perfect."

  "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  "No," she whispers as I drag us out of the bed.

  I groan as I slip out of her, hating the way it feels when I'm no longer nestled in her heat. She burrows into my arms, sighing happily as I carry her toward the bathroom to shower. I hold her close while the water heats, and then step under the spray.

  "Promise me you'll tell me if I ever push you too far," I whisper, brushing her hair away from her face once she's on her feet, her arms around my waist. I press my lips to her forehead before reaching for her shampoo. We stand silently as I work it into her hair, massaging her scalp.

  "You know I love what you do t
o me, right?" she asks, biting her lip and looking up at me. Despite what we just did, a blush stains her cheeks, turning them that dusty rose color I love so much. "I'm not afraid of you, Jared. I never have been."

  "I know that, sweet girl." I tip her head back to wash the shampoo out before reaching for her conditioner. After everything he put her through, I can't help but worry I might have pushed her too far or been too rough with her. Taking care of her is my job. I never want to hurt her, even unintentionally.

  I explain that to her as I massage the conditioner into her hair.

  "Hey." She lays her hand on my cheek, forcing me to meet her worried gaze. "What's bringing all of this on? Talk to me, please."

  "I know what he did to you, how badly he hurt you, and seeing him on video today…." I sigh softly. "You're so tiny, baby. So fragile. It killed me to realize today how scared you must have been when he'd force you to do things you didn't want or throw things at you." I don't know how else to explain it to her. That he painted whore across her car, once again trying to manipulate her sexuality and make her believe things that aren't true, makes me sick to my stomach. I've known for a long time what he did to her, how he abused her sexually, but seeing him on video today, realizing that he'd once again used sex and his strength to terrorize, her wrecked me. I need her to know that I will never use my strength to hurt her, not in our bedroom or anywhere else. "You asked me not to hold back with you, and I'm trying, but I'm so much bigger than you. I need you to know that I'll never use my strength against you, Savannah. Never. I may test your boundaries like we just did in there, but if I ever push too far, you tell me and it ends immediately."

  She stares at me for a long, silent moment. "I know that," she says finally, smiling at me. "From the very beginning, I've felt safe with you, Jared. Even when you're dying to be inside of me, you're so gentle with me, so careful. You would never hurt me or push me too far."

  She sounds so confident, so certain, my worry dissolves in an instant. I press my lips to hers, beyond grateful that she's mine and that she has so much faith in me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve her, but I'll be thankful for the rest of my life that I did it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cry

  "Where are we going?" Savannah asks, her fingers playing through the hair at the nape of my neck as I carry her through the house. We're freshly showered, wearing next to nothing. She's exhausted, but we need to talk, and I don't want to have this conversation in our bedroom. He's never had a place there, and I refuse to give him one now.

  "Right here," I murmur, grabbing a discarded blanket from the back of the couch before circling around and sinking down into the plush leather.

  She shivers as I drape the blanket around us, and snuggles closer, her head on my shoulder.

  "I have to ask you something."

  I've been avoiding this conversation all evening, but I can't put it off any longer.

  "What?" she asks, tilting her head back to look at me. Worry sparks in her gaze, the lovely brown color darkening with her emotions. "What's wrong, Jared?"

  "Nothing. Well, not exactly." I sigh, twisting a strand of her damp hair around my finger. "I have to talk to you about McKee."

  "Oh." A frown crosses her face.

  "You were with him for a while, even before Italy," I murmur, running a finger down her cheek and then across her bottom lip. "I need to know what you know about him, beautiful girl. Who his friends were, places he liked to go, the things he liked to do."

  "Oh," she says again, still frowning.

  "I wouldn't ask if it weren't important."

  She nods slowly, a pained look on her face. "He didn't have many friends, or not that I knew about anyway," she says after a moment. "He tended to keep me away from them, told me they were too loud and crude. I thought he was being protective, looking out for me." She snorts, rolling her eyes. "It took a long time for me to realize he kept me away from them because he didn't want me getting too close to anyone. I guess that, even then, he didn't want me to have anyone to turn to when things got bad."

  I have to take a deep breath to stay calm. I will never be okay with how he treated her, and I will never understand how no one noticed what he was doing to her. Even before he left the country with her, he was manipulative, controlling. He isolated her from the people in her life, convincing her she was a burden to them. Someone should have stepped in and stopped it, and it pisses me off that they didn't.

  "We hung out at his house a lot, um, in his room." She shifts like she's uncomfortable, not meeting my gaze. I tighten my hold on her, kissing her forehead. "He took me to parties every once in a while, but we didn't really talk to anyone and we usually left pretty early. When we did go out, we'd usually go up to San Rafael."

  "Why there?"

  "At the time, I never really questioned why," she says with a shrug. "I loved to ride along the coast, so we'd get on his bike and go. We'd go to the movies, to dinner, visit the Mission, or just hang out on the beach before coming back to San Francisco. I love the feel of San Rafael. It's so different than San Francisco. I thought he took me there to make me happy."

  "You don't think that now?" I ask quietly.

  She shakes her head, sadness washing through her eyes. "When we were in Italy, he told me he only took me there because he didn't want people to see us together. I guess it was fine for our classmates to know we were together, but he didn't want his parents' friends to know about me. I wasn't one of them, and that shamed him, I guess. He kept me away from his parents for the most part, too. I never really knew them. If they were home, we'd leave."

  My arms tighten around her, another wave of anger rolling through me.

  "You know the funny thing?" she asks after a moment, looking at me. "I always thought it was because his parents were embarrassed that he was with me. When he told them I was going to Italy with him, something happened. I don't really know what went down between them, but they practically cut him out of their lives. I thought it was because they were disappointed he'd chosen me, but I'm not so sure anymore. Sometimes I wonder if maybe they knew what he was and that's why they tried to keep him from taking me with him. They never came to see him because if they didn't see the abuse happening, they didn't have to face the fact that their son is a monster."

  "Christ, baby," I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers. "That's fucked up."

  "Yeah." She runs a hand through my hair and then sighs again. "Anyway, I don't know if there's somewhere he'd go to hide now. He showed me what he wanted me to see, told me what he thought I wanted to hear. You think I knew him best, but really, I didn't know him at all until it was too late. He made sure of that."

  "I want to kill him," I confess, closing my eyes on the rage pulsing through me with every beat of my heart. "Every part of me wants to kill him for what he did to you then and what he's doing to you now."

  "Don't say that," she whispers.

  "It's true." I pull back to look at her, cupping her cheek in my palm. "If he comes for you, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if that means killing him. I should have killed him the night he cornered you outside."

  "Jared, don't."

  "Don't what, love? Protect you?" I shake my head, unwilling to give her this. "If he comes near you, he's not going to survive, Savannah. It's that simple."

  "No," she says, jerking away from me. She scrambles up from my lap and kneels beside me, something wild and fierce in her expression. "He's already poisoned so much of my life, Jared. He's taken away so much from me. Don't ask me to let him take you away, too."

  "Baby, I'm no-" I reach for her, trying to calm her down, but she leans away.

  "Promise me, Jared," she pleads, panic in her gaze.

  "You know I'd do anything for you, beautiful girl, but you can't ask me for this."

  She shakes her head wildly back and forth, tears welling in her eyes. "I am asking. Promise me that you won't kill him, Jared. Promise me." She climbs back into my lap, straddling me. Her
hands go to my shoulders, her nails digging in. "Please promise me."

  My heart aches at the agonized look on her face, like she's losing me and it's tearing her apart inside. Tears slip down her cheeks, dripping off the end of her chin onto my chest. She has to know I'd never let anyone take me from her.

  "Savannah, baby, calm down," I tell her, cupping her face in my palms, forcing her to look at me. "I'm not going to let myself be taken away from you. I'd never leave you, but you can't ask me not to protect you. I've already almost lost you once. Don't ask me to sit back and let that happen again if there's something I can do to stop it. I won't survive without you, beautiful girl, don't you know that?"

  "Jared," she whimpers. And I know she's not just upset about this, but about everything. She's held it all in the last few days, and now it's bubbling out, the wounds too raw and festering to stay contained when her past is so close thanks to our conversation. A sob breaks from her lips, choking her, as her expression crumbles.

  I bury her face in my chest and hold her together as days of grief and fear pour out of her. Words of love fall from my lips, promises that everything will be okay, that we'll make it through this. I don't know if she hears me, but I mean every word I say to her. No matter what, we will make it through this.

  Eventually her cries slow and then stop altogether. She stays buried in my chest, her breath evening out into the deep rhythm of sleep as I croon to her. I stay right where I am for a long time, holding her while praying that I'm able to keep my promises to her.

  "I take it you've seen the papers?" Lewis asks as soon as he picks up his phone the following morning. It's not even nine, and McKee's name is already plastered all over the place. News vans line up outside the gates to the Talbot Estate, waiting for someone to appear. I've been awake for all of an hour and I'm already exhausted.

  "Yeah, I've seen them," I mutter, throwing the Chronicle into the trash. They've dredged up everything they already knew about Savannah—details of her kidnapping, the fact that Matthew Talbot was her legal guardian, and her relationship with me—and tossed Toby McKee into the mix. They haven't gotten ahold of her medical records from Italy yet, but they've gotten their hands on the order of protection and the details Savannah had to reveal in order to have it made permanent. It's only a matter of time before they learn the rest and drag it all out for public consumption.