Page 40 of Tortured Souls
“You are so beautiful coming all over my fingers, baby.” Pulling out his fingers, he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean, popping his lips off the end as he releases them.
“How about we see how many more orgasms I can give you before work?” He sits up and flips me around so I’m on all fours. His hands grip my hips so tightly they’ll bruise. Just when I’m about to tell him I need to shower, he thrusts deep inside my throbbing pussy, my back arching as he hits a sweet spot.
“You’re made for me, tesoro.” He moans, grabbing the back of my hair and craning my neck towards him.
“Say you’re mine, Sky.”
“I’m yours. I’m all yours, Saxon.” He kisses me hard and then starts pounding into me with brutal thrusts.
This man has all of me. As much as I fear surrendering to anyone, I’ve fully surrendered to Saxon Wilder, and that scares the shit out of me.
SAXON
After giving Sky three more glorious orgasms, I finally let her go take a shower before the club opens. We’re cutting it close when she comes barreling out of her room, pulling on her shoes with just five minutes to spare. Finn texted me ten minutes ago, saying the line had already started forming outside. The men at the door know that the entrance fee is waived for tonight due to the management change. A thank you to the town that has made this establishment so successful.
“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” She goes to walk by me, but I grab her by the waist and pull her close. When she looks up atme with those caramel eyes, I forget who I am. No longer am I Saxon Wilder, the president of the Kings’ Aces. No, I’m hers, and I will do any and everything she asks of me, because this sense of wholeness is something I thought I’d lost the moment my parents died. She’s filled the infinite void that had plagued my heart—an inky black disease where love no longer existed. Until her. She’s the kind of treasure men spend lifetimes searching for and never find. Soft gold in my hands and fire in my eyes. The rest of the world can look, but they’ll never touch her. She belongs to me. It’s at this moment, while I’m drowning in my own head, that I’ve realized this little siren has completely taken over my soul. She’s wrapped her magic around every corner of my being, tying me up as if I’m her own present.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispers as her gaze bounces back and forth between my eyes until they finally settle on my lips.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Sky. Sometimes you don’t feel real to me. Like you’ll disappear before my eyes, because no woman on this planet could be this perfect and real at the same time.” She chuckles a little, her chest vibrating as I pull her into my arms.
“Don’t worry, Saxon, I’m as real as it gets. I’m not going anywhere. But now you promise to me that you won’t disappear either.”
“Never,” I reassure her.
“Good. Because I see you as my greatest treasure.” The air in my lungs evaporates. My chest becomes a hollow shell as I replay her words over and over. The same words I heard right before my world came crashing down. I’m shot back into a memory—one I’ve been sheltering for many, many years.
“Come here, my dear,” my mother calls to me from her hospital bed. Her skin is ghostly pale. I’m instantly worried about her. She’s still smiling though, so she must be okay, right?I make my way to her bedside. Her arm extends towards me, so I grab her fingers, intertwining mine with hers. She’s cold, too cold. Thick white blankets are covering her belly and legs, but I still can’t see my new baby sister yet. Momma went into what they call “labor” hours ago. How long does a baby take to come out of her belly? I wonder if it hurts?
“My sweet boy, come here.” I drape my arms over my mother the best I can. I’m not very tall and can barely reach her bedside, but I do my best. I want to crawl in beside her and cuddle up in her arms. She’s the best cuddler. She does her best to hug me back. Her movements are slow, and she feels as though she’s shaking a bit. Is she cold?
“Mommy, are you okay? Where’s the baby?” She shushes me and squeezes me a little tighter, and I let her. I love when she hugs me tight. We stay like this for a long while. I can start to feel her shake a bit more. Now I’m getting scared, so I pull back to look at her face. She’s crying, big fat tears are sliding down her face. I wipe them away one by one as they escape her eyes, just like she does when I cry.
“Are these happy or sad tears, Mommy?” She gives me a smile but doesn’t answer me. Pulling my hand to her mouth, she kisses each one of my fingers once by one, and when she’s done, she lays my palm flat against her cheek.
“Saxon, I want you to know that I need to get some rest now. This will be a longer rest than normal, okay? One very long nap. I will always be with you though, okay? Even when it’s just Daddy, I will be there whenever he cuddles you. Whenever you look up to the night sky, I will be the stars watching over you. I’ll be the wind during a summer day. Even when you can’t see me or feel me like this, I will always be beside you, because you, my dear, are Mommy’s greatest treasure.” She kisses my hand one last time, her body relaxing into the hospital bed as she closes her eyes. Mommy is asleep now. She’s so tired. Sheneeded a nap, like she said. Being a mommy is really tiring, I guess.
Daddy comes up behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. A sniffle from behind me has me turning around. Daddy is crying now too, so I spin around and hold his hand.
“Don’t worry, Daddy, Mommy is sleeping. She said she needed a long nap.” He picks me up and holds me so tight to his chest, almost too tight, but I hug him back. Because, like Mommy, Daddy gives great hugs too.
“Let’s go meet your baby sister. How’s that sound, buddy?”
“That sounds great!” We leave Mommy to her nap, and I’m instantly excited to finally meet my new baby sister, Sage. Mommy let me pick her name. She said big brothers are little sisters’ protectors, and I will always make sure she’s safe. As Daddy carries me out of the room, I look back towards the room.
“Sleep tight, Mommy! I’ll see you when you wake up.” I blow her a kiss just before the door closes softly behind us.
“Saxon, are you okay? Look at me. Where’d you go just then?” Sky’s voice is full of worry as she holds my face in her small hands.
I haven’t thought about that moment in years. I’ve buried a lot of memories to keep myself from crumbling. I’m used to being tough and unbreakable, but whenever my mother is brought up or a memory slips past the barrier, I instantly feel small. A lost, shattered soul who lost half their childhood when she died. A lost boy without a mother to instill the knowledge only a mother can give. I had a father for the rest of my childhood, but a man teaches a man their ways. Be tough, strong, and never show the world your cards. No leader can be weak or show anything other than strength. A mother teaches her son about their feelings, how to properly handle one’s emotions in a healthy and calculated way. A true balancebetween parents creates a well-rounded child who transforms into an equally balanced man.
While I had her for only six short years, she still taught me all this. While I needed her for much longer, the universe had other plans. My father raised me and Sage the absolute best he could. He was an amazing father, and I cherish every memory I have of him. Just like I will always hold close to my heart the time I had with my mother. And while I will always be this indestructible shell of a man, I will also still be that broken child that thought his mother was simply napping instead of taking her last breath. Fuck, I miss her so much.
I can’t think about that now. I need to get my head back in the game. Sky and the club need me, especially tonight, when there are threats lurking about. I inhale one deep breath, shoving the thoughts and memories back down behind the barriers of my psyche and level Sky with a stern look. I nod at her question, not wanting to elaborate any further.
“You stay alert tonight, understand? I don’t know if they will come tonight, but if they do, Everett, Dean, and Colson have the order to take all three to the basement.” She softens her posture until she is pressed up fully to my chest, and I have to fight every instinct in me not to pick her up and bring her back to bed. Sometimes all a tough man needs is a soft woman to cuddle him to reset his internal chaos and get him back on track, but not right now.
“What are they going to do once they have them in the basement, Saxon? Because Diego and Leonard are—” I cut her off.