Page 22 of Rough Road

She didn’t speak, didn’t breathe until she opened the door and stepped in behind him, touched his shoulder, and he turned. “Hello.”

“I thought maybe you could use a… hand?” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, smiled at his quiet moan. “I miss you.”

He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers then drew away and came back in to deliver a kiss that rocked her, that stole her ability to think or do more than feel.

When he tore his mouth away and held her back with his hand on her shoulder, she closed her eyes and let go of him.

She couldn’t tell if it was the water or tears, but she shook her head.

“I don’t know what to do, Fiona. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” He was killing her.

“We haven’t talked about what happened. What they… did to you.”

Oh enough. The eggshell walking. The silent looks between Grier and his friends none of them thought she saw. The way he pretended to still love her. E-fucking-nough.

She pushed him against the wall. “I don’t need to talk or to rehash what happened. I need you to fuck me. Right now.” He didn’t move, didn’t try to fight her. Even kissed her back when she crushed his mouth with hers, wrapped her in his arms. But nothing more.

It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. He was giving her the power back. Not that she’d lost it. She hadn’t wavered, hadn’t lost anything she needed to survive.

She kissed him again. Harder. More desperate. Worked his dick until he groaned and slapped his hand flat against the wall and panted.

“Tell me what you want, Fiona.”

Ah. There he was.

She lifted his hand and put it on her breast. Oh, God. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and her body went weak. She’d missed him. With his free hand, he lifted her knee to his hip and held it, pumping his cock into her hand. “Put me inside you.” he lowered his head and took her breast in his mouth, teased and soothed, sucked and kissed.

From that moment on, she lost herself in Grier.

* * *

Finally. He’d spent weeks dreaming of being inside her again, of feeling her against him, hearing her soft moans, watching her eyelids flutter when she was close to letting go. And for weeks, he’d held back, gave her space. And it almost killed him.

Now, he was so close, ready to plunge his dick inside her and he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk hurting her.

“Come on, baby.” She stroked him, pulling and squeezing his cock until he couldn’t think rationally, didn’t want to remember she’d been through something horrible and needed the soft, sweetness of making love rather than the frenzy of fucking.

He needed to make this about her, slow it down, worship her to counteract the horrors they’d inflicted on her.

“Fiona.” He kissed her neck, her nipple, her stomach, and finally knelt in front of her and pushed her leg up to rest on his shoulder. She threw her head back and cried out and he kissed her clit, then licked and sucked until she threaded her fingers through his hair and screamed his name.

When her trembling stopped, he moved back and for the first time, he saw it, the puckered flesh on her thigh. Another brand.

Fuck. He closed his eyes and she covered the spot with her hand. “Don’t look.” Her breath hitched and her shoulders shook.

Oh, God. What she’d gone through. And he hadn’t saved her from any of it. Fuck!

He stood and pulled her close, shut the water off and wrapped them in a towel while she continued crying.

“Hey.” But she shook her head. So, he held her until they were both dry then he dropped the towel and swung her into his arms. Rage burned through him along with a need to avenge the wrongs perpetrated on his wife. His wife. But right now, she needed him. And by God, he wouldn’t let her down again.

He laid her on the bed and slid under the blankets beside her.

He’d missed her skin, the silky feel of it, the slightly sweet taste, the scent that belonged to just her. “Please, Grier.” She rubbed her body against his and it didn’t take a genius to know what she was asking.

Need and want mingled in his gut, and he kissed her, soft at first, slow and deep. His body throbbed with desire and she ground her hips against his cock and a whimper vibrated in her throat.