Page 35 of Don't Speak

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I’m deep into my current read when there’s a knock on my front door. I hesitate for a moment before there’s another, followed by the vibration of my phone alerting me to a text.

Dean: It’s me, baby. Open up.

I blush at the use of the word. I still need to ask him why he calls me little lioness.

I make my way over to the door a little too excitedly. What is happening to me? Opening it, I see Dean standing there in all of his 6ft+ glory. He smiles down at me, those perfect pearly whites on full display. “Miss me, baby?” He smirks.

I grab him by the shirt and pull him close, planting a kiss on those soft lips. “Where did you go?” I ask him when I finally pull away.

“My apartment complex called me this morning. Said there was a water main leak in the building. Several units had busted pipes, mine included. I walked into a bit of a flood and had to save what I could,” he tells me, although he doesn’t make eye contact.

“Oh my god, do you need me to come help? I can put my shoes on, and we can take both vehicles there to get your stuff out.”

He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “No need, baby. It’s been taken care of. But I appreciate the offer. What have you been up to?”

“Nothing much, really. I’ve just been lying on the couch and reading.

Thank you for the coffee and bagels this morning.

That was sweet of you.” A flush creeps up my neck, and I can’t help but smile.

Dean reaches his hand out, cupping my cheek.

He stares into my eyes and says, “Anything for my little lioness.”

I slowly close my eyes, pressing my head further into his hand, reveling in the way his touch lights my body on fire.

Then, I take the leap, opening my eyes and asking, “Why do you call me little lioness?”

Dean

She looks up at me, and I drop my hand, grabbing her by the waist and walking us backward until I hit the couch, where I abruptly sit and pull her on top of me to where she is now straddling me.

I reach up and brush the hair that has fallen into her face behind her ear, making eye contact with her before saying, “Because when I first saw you, I could tell that life hadn’t always been kind to you.

Yet, here you stand. Strong, independent, sassy, with a predator attitude.

You never struck me as being someone’s prey, baby. ”

She stares down at me, and her hair falls into her face once more.

Just as I’m about to reach up and push it back again, she slams her lips to mine, coaxing my lips open to let her in.

I oblige, letting her tongue dance with mine.

She breaks away abruptly and whispers, “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.

I’m not usually like this. I don’t let people in.

But you come to town, and for the first time in my life, I feel seen.

I’m doing things I don’t usually do, acting in a way I don’t usually act, Dean.

It scares me. Please tell me you aren’t playing with my heart.

I don’t think I’ll survive another heartbreak… ” she trails off.

Guilt pangs in my chest at her words. I know it’ll hurt her when she finds out the truth, but I’m still not ready yet. The only thing I can do is hope that she will understand. I glance up at her once more before saying, “I promise to protect your heart if you choose to give it to me.”

Tears well in her eyes before she abruptly lifts herself up, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my now-hard cock out. She’s frantic, slipping her sleep shorts and underwear to the side before lining me up with her.

“What about a condom?” I ask, running my hands up her ass.

“I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone other than you in a few years, and I’m on birth control. You?” she pants, her lips nearly touching mine.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while, either.

I’m good, too,” I murmur and pull her down onto me, slowly gliding her pussy down my cock.

She lets out a loud moan as I bottom out inside her, the walls of her warm cunt hugging my cock so perfectly.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby,” I moan, and she starts circling her hips, grinding herself on me with me deep inside her.

“Does that cock feel good, baby?” I growl, enjoying the sight of her taking her pleasure how she wants.

She looks like an absolute goddess like this.

My heart constricts with an odd feeling I haven’t felt in a while.

A feeling akin to love . It’s going to hurt both of us when I finally come clean.

But for now, I’ll take whatever I can get from her.

“Fuck yes, Dean. So, so good,” she moans, and I grab onto her hips, slowly lifting her and then lowering her back down equally slow.

I’m coaxing her at a snail's pace, but I want her to feel every ounce of the build to her orgasm.

“Keep that pace, baby,” I whisper before I lick the pad of my thumb, bringing it to her clit and slowly rubbing circles.

“Yesssss,” she grinds out, still maintaining the pace I told her to.

Her head falls back, both hands resting on the tops of my thighs.

The tip of my cock begins hitting that bundle of nerves inside her, and she begins to pick up speed.

I continue my assault on her clit, increasing my pace to match hers.

My cock is soaked with her arousal, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room.

“Take what you need from me, baby. Fuck me as hard as you need,” I growl.

Quickly, I remove her shirt, her perky breasts now on full display before me.

I bring my mouth to her breast as I squeeze it, sucking her nipple between my lips.

I circle my tongue around it until it peaks and place it between my teeth before softly biting down.

She moans in ecstasy, and her pace picks up even faster.

I don’t move, enjoying the view of her using me to take her pleasure.

“This pussy feels so fucking good. So fucking wet. So fucking tight. So fucking mine .”

Her pussy clenches at my words, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Make this pussy come for me.”

She picks up speed for the final time, riding the fuck out of my cock.

I grab her hips with both hands, slamming her down on top of me in quick intervals.

She snakes her own hand around her front, finding her clit and picking up where I left off.

I bounce her on top of me a few more times before I repeat myself.

“Come for me—now.”

At my words, she cries out, her pussy pulsating around my cock.

She continues riding me through her orgasm, taking every last wave of pleasure.

When I feel her start to come down, I grab her by the hips again.

“Hold on, baby,” I tell her, and she grabs my shoulders, stabilizing herself while I fuck up into her, chasing my own orgasm. “I’m gonna come,” I growl.

“Please,” she breathes out softly, and that one word sends me crashing over the edge. I thrust once more inside her and come so hard that I almost see stars. Her pussy clenches around me, milking me of every last drop. She collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.

“That was fucking hot,” she breathes out.

I chuckle before saying, “Wrap your legs around me.”

“Wha—” She’s cut off abruptly and squeals when I hoist her up, standing up from the couch.

“I said, wrap your legs around me.”

She hooks her legs tighter around me, and we’re still connected at the center.

I walk with her to her bedroom, making my way into her bathroom.

I gently set her on the counter before slowly pulling out of her, immediately missing her warmth.

I grab her shorts by the band. “Lift,” I command.

She lifts her hips just far enough so that I can slide her shorts and underwear off of her before setting her bare ass down on the sink counter.

I grab a washcloth from the towel rack and soak it under water before squeezing it out and returning to my position between her legs.

“Open,” I demand, and she does, allowing me to clean her.

“I have to say, seeing me inside of you is now one of my favorite sights.” She giggles, her eyes staring into mine with every move I make between her legs.

Once I’m satisfied that she is clean to my liking, I hand her some new clothes. I pull my pants up, fastening the zipper and button. She’s sliding on her shorts when she says, “With your apartment flooded, where are you going to stay?”

“There’s a hotel down the road from the bar, so I figured I’d get a room there.”

“That shitty old place?” She grimaces in disgust.

“Well, I don’t have any family here, baby. My options are limited.”

She frowns briefly and drops her gaze to the floor before her brows furrow as if she’s contemplating something. It only lasts a moment before she looks back up at me, biting her bottom lip. “You… could… stay here?” she offers, curling the ends of her hair in her fingers.

“You askin’ me to stay, baby?” I grin.

“Well… yeah,” she responds, still biting her bottom lip, only this time hiding a smile.

“Well, good. I was hoping you would. I have a bag already in my truck.” I’ve been keeping a bag in there tucked in the back seat on the off chance I found myself in this position.

“Well, then bring it inside.” She smiles.

I fetch my bag, bring it inside, and change into relaxing clothes. “Do you want to order a pizza?” I ask.

“Good god, yes, please. I’m starving. I’ll have a large pepperoni and add mushrooms, please.

” She groans as if she can already taste it.

I laugh, calling in the order to the nearest pizza place.

When I’m off the phone, I return to the couch, where Nikki is already sitting, scrolling through a list of movies.

“Care to join me for a movie?” she asks, never taking her eyes off the TV.

“There’s nothing I’d love more,” I respond.

“Oh, I love this movie,” she says excitedly, hitting play and cuddling up to me with her blanket.

It looks like an older movie. Something about a Goblin King and making it to the castle before time runs out.

There are quite a few interesting characters.

Just as our main character stumbles upon a little caterpillar, she looks up at me, and I look down at her.

She hesitates for a moment, thoughts visibly swirling in her mind.

She takes a few more moments before asking, “Tell me something about you, Dean. I feel like I told you so much about myself, but I don’t know anything about you. Where is your family? Mom? Dad?”

I feel the vulnerability in her voice. It’s quiet for a moment, my own thoughts swirling in my mind. I suppose there are some things I can tell her.

“Well, my dad left when I was eighteen. My mom went into a severe depression after that, and she never quite pulled herself out of it. She drank all the time, often intoxicated on a daily basis. She was able to take care of my sister for the first six years of her life before I had to check in on them daily to ensure she was okay. My mother still resides in my childhood home. I haven’t talked to her in six years.

My sister…” I trail off, the pain of her loss simmering at the surface.

It still feels as fresh as the day it happened.

“My sister passed away when she was 14.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, Dean.”

I glance at her and smile, not quite reaching my eyes. “Thanks, baby. But it was a long time ago.”

She looks at me like she wants to ask another question, but there’s a knock on the door, ending the conversation. I walk over to the door and open it to find the pizza delivery guy standing before me. He hands me the goods, and I tip him before he’s on his way.

I return to the living room, setting the pizza box on the table in front of the couch. She settles between my legs as we eat slice after slice, enjoying the food and movie. One of the characters is currently in a very smelly bog, it looks like.

Just as we’re finishing up the pizza, her phone rings, and my heart drops at the reminder of what I did earlier.

Not because of what I had to do, but because our perfect night is about to be soiled with bad news.

She looks down at the Caller ID and says, “Hmm. I wonder why Sarah is calling me so late.” She hits the green button and puts it on speaker. “Hello?”

“Nikki, oh thank god I got a hold of you,” she says, frantically crying.

“Sarah, what is it? What’s wrong?” Nikki asks, her alarm bells ringing based on Sarah’s tone and the emotion in her voice.

“It’s Ben. He’s dead, Nikki.”