Page 48 of The Vigilante's Heart

Her hand finds my thigh and begins to rub circles into it, each circle of her hand gets closer and closer to my cock. I reach down and grab it, stopping her in her tracks and lifting her hand to my lips to place a kiss on each finger.

“Together,” I mutter. “Also, not in the car when I’m at the risk of crashing.”

“Spoil sport,” she grumbles under her breath.

“Just wait until we get home.” I give her a wink and turn back to the road, even more eager to get us home than I was a few minutes ago.

Peyton

Fuck, I missed this.Bennett’s tongue is a work of art, the things it can make my body feel should be illegal. His head is currently buried between my thighs as he eats me out like a man who hasn’t eaten in days — in fairness he hasn’t, well not this particular meal anyway.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you taste so good. How could I forget how good you taste?” He continues licking and sucking at me and my hips lift to try and chase the orgasm that’s rising within me. “I told you that every time you move I will stop.” He gives me a look from between my thighs. “We only do this if you stay still.” He gently places his hands on either side of my hips and holds me to the bed as he goes back to paying my clit the attention it needs.

I’m close. The last few days my body has started to feel a lot better, and being encased in Bennett’s arms every night has only stoked the desire that had begun to burn inside me again.

“I can’t wait to taste you again, baby.” I’m almost as desperate to taste his cum as I am to have my own release.

“Fuuck,” he groans into me and I feel the vibrations through that sensitive bundle of nerves; it triggers an intense orgasm that goes on and on.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as an endless stream of pleasure flows through me. Bennett’s hips are rocking as he continues licking me, drawing out every ounce of bliss from my body — he’s practically humping the bed as his own body tries to find that ecstasy it craves.

I grab a handful of his hair and pull him up to meet my eyes. “Your turn,” I whisper and his iris’ practically disappear as his pupils dilate.

“Move down the bed and lie on your side,” he orders.

I frown at him. “Why don’t I just get on my knees for you?”

“I can’t risk hurting you. Now, do as I say and lie on your fucking side.”Yes, sir.I lie down on my left side, about half way down the bed. Bennett lays on his right, his hips in line with my face. “Open up, sweetheart.” I eagerly open my mouth wide and he slowly feeds his cock to me. I slide down the bed a little further so I can angle my throat to take him deep.

“Ah, shit,” he bites out as his balls touch my chin, I’ve taken every inch of his cock, all eight of those sexy-as-fuck barbells. “I won’t last long,” he groans as my tongue laps at the underside of his cock, teasing his piercings as I swallow around him, my throat squeezes the head which is buried down my throat.

“Fuck it,” he mutters as his hips thrust, once, twice and then still. I feel his cock thicken and then his flavor floods my mouth and throat, I swallow again and again as he gives me more than he ever has before. Once his orgasm finally stops pulsing within my mouth, he starts to withdraw, but I hold him in place.

“Stay,” I mumble around him as I already feel my eyelids beginning to grow heavy.

“You want my cock in your mouth? You want to warm my cock while we sleep, is that it?” I nod, as he gives me more of himself again. "Fuck, I've missed this, sweet girl. Missed being here with you in our home.” His hand reaches down and strokes the hair from my face. With his soothing touch and the delicious flavor of him still in my mouth, I drift off into a perfect sleep.

Chapter Thirty-five

Peyton

I’ve been home for five days now. D’Artagnan hasn’t left my side. He’s always been my little shadow, but he’s taken it to the extreme.

We’re finally back on the boat and heading to the island for a few days; it’s exactly what I need. Apparently, it’s exactly what D’Artagnan needs as well as he’s prancing about in his little life vest. He loves to be up at the front with the spray of the water coating his fur — I don’t understand it, he seems to be a cat that actually likes water.

Bennett and I are standing at the helm; my back pressed to his front as his arms bracket me. He’s not let me out of his sight since I came out of surgery either, he even followed me into the bathroom the first timeI had to pee. We settled on me leaving the door open; I refused to go in front of him.

Being on the boat feels freeing. Here in Bennett’s arms I know that we’re going to be okay, that nothing can ever tear us apart.

“Do you know what I was most scared of when I watched that video?” His question comes out of the blue. I shake my head, my body still wrapped in his hold. “I was worried about what he’d done to you that wasn’t obvious. I saw your wounds, the pain he’d inflicted on you, and Christ, that was bad enough, but I was so fucking scared of what else he might have done. I could get the best doctors to stitch you up, to help your body recover from the damage he’d inflicted. But if he’d violated you, if he’d rap—, fuuuck,” he groans. “I don’t know how I could have healed that. I don’t know how I could have ever made that better.” I spin in his arms and cup his face in my palms. His eyes are haunted.

“Do you know why he didn’t? Why he never got the chance to do that to me?” My stubborn man stays silent; he’s never going to give himself credit for saving me. He still hates that he wasn’t there to prevent anything from happening to me. Fine, he can stay silent, but I will remind him every goddamn day that I’m here and alive because of him.

“He didn’t do that, because you stopped him. Because you got there before he could hurt me in that way.” I place a gentle kiss to his lips and continue. “I am here, in your arms, because ofyou.Becauseyousaved me, becauseyoukilled him. Because ofyou,Bennett, I get to live.” He releases a shuddering breath and drops his forehead to my own.

“You’re it for me; you know that, right? I can’t do life without you.”

“You’ll never have to; I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles at me and then gestures behind me with his chin. I turn to look over my shoulder and smile as my lighthouse comes into view. I fully turn in his arms,pressing back against his chest and take in the beautiful view. I feel him fiddling in his pocket behind me as I look at my lighthouse.