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Jesus fucking Christ….
My jaw falls open, but Bhodi’s face remains unreadable. I swear, briefly, I could see his lips discreetly curl into a quick smile. With my fingers laced around his thick cock, any other thought just completely fucks off from my mind. He’s big, really big. So big I can barely wrap my hand around him entirely. But that doesn’t stop that dull ache between my thighs, begging for some relief. The curiosity that swirls around in my mind, wondering what he’d feel like buried deep inside me and his large frame overtaking mine.
When my hand slides up his thick shaft, I watch as his chest rises and falls. The dried blood smeared over him should scare me, but it doesn’t. I know what he’s done was for the right reason. I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same given the chance. Even if I’m yet to find out what he has actually done.
The feeling of his palms sliding up my thighs sends another shiver through me; my back arches, and my thighs slide open wider than before. Guiding the head of his cock to my slick pussy, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I lean in, taking a gentle inhale before allowing my eyes to flutter to Bhodi’s.
“Fuck me.” I plead in a breathy whisper.
When his palms slap to my thighs, jerking me forward. I cry out. I cry out hard. My head falls back into the mirror, and my eyes roll back as the intense sensation surges through me. I can’t form words. Only a garbled animalistic sound of pleasure can escape my throat. Bhodi’s palms snake around my waist, sliding me towards him. I wrap my legs tight around his waist as the second thrust comes, jerking me forward. I cry out again. Once he’s fully inside me, he stills for a moment. Adjusting to his size, I pant.
There’s a momentary stillness between us, and a silence quickly falls around the space. With his fingers pressed into my thighs, he roughly slides me off the cool surface. Snaking my arms around his neck, he turns and heads for the running shower.
When my back hits the cool tiles, my head falls onto his shoulder. Shuffling my hips, I try to adjust to his size further. Everything fits so painfully, yet so beautifully. With my hands on his firm, strong shoulders for guidance, the water cascades over us, washing away the dry blood smears off his golden skin. As my hips roll, I grit my teeth as the intense pleasure surges through me, pushing me to carry on.
Straightening my back, my nails digging into Bhodi’s shoulders. He leans in closer, and when his eyes flutter open, the darkness resumes.
“Harder!”
I still at the command, but the want and dominance in his tone sends a jolt of confidence through me.
Tightening my thighs around his waist, using his shoulders for support. I allow my hips to roll over and over as the bathroom begins to fill with my moans. Each passing moment begins to send me into a frenzy, picking up the pace I hear him mutter as my head flies into the tiles, my eyes squeeze shut as all the sensations coursing through my body begin to collide.
“Fuck…” Bhodi slams his palms into the bathroom wall, his body rigid as I continue to ride him hard.
When the deep aching sensation begins to whirl in the pit of my stomach, I pick up the pace. My nails left deep red marks on his shoulders.
“Shit…I’m…I…” I can’t get the words out, my body carries on, and I'm unable to stop or even allow myself to finish the sentence.
My orgasm crashes through me so fucking hard, my arms fly around his neck, holding on for dear life as my cries likely flood his ears. I feel my pussy contract, clamping down hard, but I can’t stop. It’s just too fucking good. In a euphoric daze, I hear a low growl when his palms clamp tight around my thighs.
“I can’t hold on…” Bhodi’s voice is breathless, almost pained. Each thrust is hard and rough when my back connects hard into the tiles. His fingers squeezing into my skin so tight, I look forward to the purple bruises I’ll see tomorrow, reminding me of a night when I felt normal for once.
Feeling him come deep inside of me, the deep roar that escapes his throat elicits something in me that I can’t explain. Maybe the feeling of being wanted? Maybe even desired? Whatever it is right now, I’ll grab it with both hands and accept it willingly.
As my forehead falls to his, Bhodi’s movements stagger. I feel us both sliding down the shower. As we land in the cool tiled floor, the water continues to rain down on us. He pulls me close, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Through each shaky breath, my eyes flutter closed as he gently whispers to me.
“Thank you.”
I lazily nod as his strong arms pull me close, getting lost in our own peace.
Chapter Fifteen
Bhodi?
Feeling a slight movement next to me, my eyes snap open immediately. Already on high alert, my eyes scan the dark room. I forget where I am or how I got here for a split second. But as my gaze lands on the blonde curls fanned across the pillow, I feel my heart rate settle. Last night’s memories flood back instantly as I allow my head to gently fall back onto the soft pillow.
Laying on her side, Summer sleeps peacefully. I watch in awe as she breathes gently, lost in a warm slumber. I had no intention of staying, hell I don’t even know why I fucking showed up. I just knew I wanted to see her, get lost in her, and forget the terrible things I had done. But that doesn’t mean I regret killing Alex. I’ll never regret that. Someone like him needed to be stopped without question.
I left the mess in the warehouse for someone else to sort out. I knew if I had stayed, I’d begin to feel myself spiral, second-guessing and questioning myself, and I don’t need that right now. I can’t deny Summer does something to me. From the first moment I saw her picture in Michael’s office, I felt a pull I couldn’t explain. I’d never had that before, the desire to be near someone. The bright smile from the photo seemed to offer so much hope and wonder, that I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away.
Growing up, I had no friends. There was nothing wrong with me as a kid, but when your mom is a drug addict along with her abusive boyfriend, it’s not something you want banded around school. Kids can be cruel, and I didn’t need them having that ammunition. Instead, I chose to read. I’d climb a tree near my mom’s place and get lost in a book for hours. There’s something about your imagination that makes you believe anything is possible at that age. Back then, I had a slither of hope that maybe one day she would change, break the habit, get herself cleaned up, and become the parent I always wanted.
Life doesn’t give you what you want most of the time. The dull ache in my heart begins to feel unbearable as I lay on my back. My gaze fixed on the ceiling as the hideous memory passes through my mind. I feel a tight knot form in my throat, and my eyes blur with tears as the screams pierce my ears. My guilt consumes me…
I should have done more…
That small phrase haunts me. Each night I close my eyes, it rears its ugly head, taunting me further, and makes sure I never forget what a terrible son I was. Maybe that’s why I’ve chosen the path that I have, taking bad people off the streets so they can never torment and terrorize another soul again. But even I know all the good in the world cannot forgive my own mistake, I was only fourteen when it happened. My entire world crashed at my feet, but guilt doesn’t have an age restriction. It eats at your soul, gnawing away like a curse.
