This is what saved me. My family, the people I love helped me escape the blackness. It’s their fight that makes me strong in the times I feel weak. It’s their love that pulses through my heart when I feel undeserving. It’s their laughter that fills my ears when the words of a monster try to filter in.
My family saved me when I couldn’t save myself.
“You find the strength, Sawyer. It’s here all around you,” I assure him. “Whatever you need from me, name it.”
“I just need you at my back, Jake. That’s all I’ve ever needed,” he says quietly, staring at my ribs.
“I’ll always be there.”
We drink a few more beers and talk about bullshit. Sawyer will figure out his issues with Mia. It won’t be easy, but I know my brother and he likes a good fight.
“How did it go?” Cara asks, stretching her arms above her head as I slide into the sheets next to her.
“He’ll figure it out,” I say, climbing on top of her.
She lost my hoodie in the cabin explosion. She mourned the loss of that thing as though it was a person. I suppose for her it was a safety net. And losing that was scary and potentially hurtful. But Cara doesn’t need a reminder of her strength now. She’s capable of standing on her own two feet and if she stumbles, I’ll be there to catch her.
I pull her taut nipple into my mouth, not wanting to talk about my brother. Cara arches into me as I palm her other tit. She always feels like silk against my rough skin. I’m not thinking about Sawyer, but I feel overly hungry for my woman tonight, and I’m certain it’s because my brother told me his story.
I release Cara’s nipples in favor of the rest of her skin that leads to her wet pussy. I dive between her thighs working her tirelessly while she rocks against my face. With her clit between my lips, I drive a finger inside her. One thrust and she’s chanting my name as her nails score my scalp.
I don’t let up. I take her there again because I need it again. I need her surrender as I feast on her relentlessly. When she comes this time, her legs crush my ears and her cries of ecstasy fill the air.
I’m on top of her before her back has settled against the mattress. I feed my dick into her and watch her face as she works to accommodate me. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure when I bottom out.
“Jake, what the hell?” she pants. “What’s gotten in to you?”
“You,” I groan as I start to move. “I love you so much, and I need you right now.”
“You have me,” she whispers before guiding my mouth to hers.
I drive into her at a fevered paced as I tangle my tongue with hers. Cara clings to me with her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders as I bring her climax to the surface. I don’t release her mouth. Instead, I swallow her moans and mewls.
It kicks my desire up a notch as I pound into her, marking her as I move inside her. I’m the only touch she’ll know. I’m the only man she’ll love. I’m the only person who will give her everything and ask for nothing in return. But she’ll give it to me anyway.
I cup her cheeks and slow my pace when she comes down after her most recent orgasm. The sweat between us fills the air with her beachy scent and my male musk mixed with sex. It’s intoxicating as I gaze into her heavy-lidded green eyes.
“You’re the missing piece to my soul,” I whisper.
“And you’re the missing piece to mine.”
I kiss her mouth and rock into her sweetly. I love the surrender, but I love the connection too. When I come, I bury my face in her neck, muffling my roar in her skin. And then I collapse on top of her as she holds me, softly reciting the words that helped to mend two broken souls.
“You’ll never be alone again. I’ll watch over you, protecting you even as you sleep. I’ll love you as much as you deserve to be loved. You’re safe. You’re safe.”
Escaping the blackness was easy once I realized I only needed to turn toward the light. I’ll never have a dark day again.
Jake and Cara’s story wasn’t a pretty experience. It was filled with ugliness and damage that led to healing acceptance. For me, finding love when the promise of something that pure seems impossible, makes that journey more intense. I have a past, as many do, that was scarred and battered. Without the support system I rely so heavily on, I wouldn’t be able to dive into these sensitive topics to share stories that hopefully speak to readers.
My husband is the profound validation of my past not defining me, but shaping me into someone he could love because of it, not in spite of it. He mended the cracks in my soul and taught me what safety in life is. He brought trust into my world when I didn’t believe I was capable of that. And he gave me contentment to live freely and love unconditionally. I love you so very much. Thank you for my safe harbor.
To the rest of the amazing people who support me, I’d be lost without you. My children bring me joy. My mother steels me with her unyielding fight. My brother offers me strength. Chris gives me confidence. Amanda provides me with hope. Ellie spurs my creativity. Ruth gifts me with relaxation. My street team keeps motivated. Bloggers and reviewers drive me to strive for more. And finally the readers keep me in humbling awe.
Thank you all for everything you do for me. I’ll never be able to repay it, but I’ll continue trying every day.
Through the Blackness
The Sixth Chronicle of The Blackness Series
Spring 2015
Gears of Love
Jordan Monroe’s story following Mugs of Love
Spring 2015
Blackness Takes Over
Blackness Awaits
Shrouded in Blackness
Into the Blackness
Blackness Within
Mugs of Love
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