Page 51 of Traitor
Ford is practically vibrating with tension next to me, even though he’s been respectfully silent. Knowing I’m better off accepting Uncle Bradley’s decision than arguing, I acquiesce. “I guess I can’t argue with you there. Can you give us a minute?” At his pause, I put steel into my voice and backbone. “Just for a few minutes.”
As soon as Uncle Bradley’s through the door, Ford wraps his arms around me. I sit up so I feel less like an invalid.
“I’m fine,” I say preemptively, but he’s already running his hands over my face and down my arms again. I wince a little when his fingers tickle over my bruised shoulder. At his frown, I repeat, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” he replies through gritted teeth. “This is exactly what I was afraid of happening.”
His eyes cloud over and he grimaces as though he’s in pain. “When I realized the brakes were out I—” When the words stick in his throat, I scoot over on the bed and offer him a place to sit. “When they went out, I thought I’d already lost you.”
I pull him close and touch our foreheads together. It causes my shoulder to twinge painfully, but his touch is like a balm that quiets everything else.
“You didn’t lose me,” I say into the material of his T-shirt. “I’m right here. I’m right here.”
His arms tighten around me, not enough to hurt me, but enough that it reminds him I’m not going anywhere, that I’m safe.
At least for now.
I wakeup with Ford already above me, his weight a welcome restraint as he pins me to the bed. His mouth cruises down my neck, across my bruised shoulder, and then, finally, to my nipples, where he takes his time licking and sucking until I begin to thrash underneath him. He must have pushed my shirt up in the night. I clutch his head to my breast and bite my lip. Knowing we’re not alone in the house, I try to keep quiet, but he was right.
I’m never quiet.
He lifts his head and I groan in an agony of want. “You better be quiet, Peyton. Your uncle might hear us and then what would you do?”
“Please, I need you.”
And I do.
I need that connection to him now more than ever. He said he was afraid something had happened to me, but I shared the same fear. That’s all I could think about when we were racing down the road with death as the only outcome: I wanted to live, wanted the possibility of a future with him.
“I’ve got you,” he says and surges up to take my lips with his.
I sigh in gratitude, knowing I could kiss him forever and my only issue would be wanting more. The bed creaks softly as we struggle out of our clothes. I only manage to get my panties off before his hips are between my legs. Reaching down, I take him in my hand and smile when he inhales sharply against my mouth. I love knowing he wants me as much as I want him. He pulses in my hand and groans.
Gripping him tight, I rub the head of his cock against my entrance, which causes him to wrap his arms more tightly around me and his kisses turn almost bruising. When it becomes too much, he brushes my hands away and thrusts inside me. I arch my neck and he covers my mouth with a hand to control the resulting moan. He turns my head to the side so he can whisper in my ear.
“You feel so fucking good, little girl. I know you want to scream, but you better be quiet.” When he hears my strangled cries, he only keeps going. “I’m gonna need you like this every night. Waking up in the middle of the night to find you next to me. I want to fall asleep inside you like this and wake up with you coming around me.”
I bite the thick part of his hand and he groans again. We both turn to the door when we hear the wood floors creak, but we don’t stop.
I’m not sure if we could.
“I want to feel you come around me, sunshine. I need it.” His teeth nip at my ear. “I thought I lost you. I need to feel you now more than anything.”
His dirty talk switches to sweet nothings and his rhythm slows. It’s almost like worship the way he glides in and out of me, the steady stream of endearments intermixed with filthy observations. When I think I’ve got what he’s going to say figured out, he switches it up, and I stumble mentally and emotionally to keep up.
He undoes me. It’s that simple.
“God, you look fuckin’ beautiful right now. I could look at you forever. Come on that cock, baby. I want to see your face when you do.”
Then he leverages up so he can watch my face and my legs wrap tight around his. If I was at the edge, he takes me right over as he tangles my feet with his, so they’re immobile, and then drives so deep inside me I can feel him in places I didn’t even know existed.
He covers my mouth with his hand again as I explode around him, with stars filling my vision and my ears ringing. His harsh exhalations puff against my shoulder as he comes along with me.
Later, when we fall asleep, I do so with one leg wrap around his waist with him still inside me. When he wakes me a couple hours later, I’m already halfway to orgasm and this time he doesn’t need to speak because there’s no need for words.