Page 111 of Ballistic

My muscles stiffened with his question, quickly dissolved by the work of his penetrating strokes.

“Kenny. It was no secret that Aleksey had burned his face for what he’d done to me. How he treated me. Aleksey would’ve killed him after he’d tried to drowned me, if Kenny hadn’t disappeared soon after.”

Thick arms wrapped around me as I stood staring at his chest, tracing my finger over his neck tattoo. “No more questions. I promise,” he said, and planted a kiss to my forehead.

Gripping my shoulders, he turned me around so my back flattened against his chest, and ran his palms down over my breasts. He added more soap to his palm and circled his hand over the small strip of hair between my thighs, his fingers deliberately dipping between my folds.

I reached back to grip the back of his neck, a shaky breath escaping me. How the hell I could possibly be so aroused again was a testament to the man’s fingers. The way they so adeptly teased my libido at the slightest touch.

As he worked up a lather, he nipped my lobe with his teeth. “How fast do you think I can make you come again?”

Lip caught in my teeth, I smiled, eyes shuttering to the sensation he’d stoked up inside of me again. Like a master.

He slid his hand beneath my thigh, hoisting it up on the small ledge beside the soap and I waited with anticipation in the pause that followed. Tiny tickles beat against my pussy, as he held the showerhead against my thighs and tugged at my nipple.

“Dax!” My voice reverberated against the tiles, and he relented his grasp, reaching down to press his fingers against my folds, opening me to the maddening pulses of water against my clit.

I ground my ass into his cock that’d already begun to harden, and reached back, gripping tight to his shaft. “Wait. You first. I want to make you come.” Odd saying that aloud, as I’d always loathed the act in the past. The many times I’d been forced to my knees, then treated like a whore afterward. Yet, with Dax, I was eager to have him that way, to taste that metal against my tongue and watch his face when he finally climaxed because of me.

“Later. Right now, I’m going to show you endurance. I need you to last a bit longer, my impatient little lynx.” At that, he angled the shower lower, hitting another sensitive spot and when I slid down his body, he dragged me back to my feet, spreading me open for his torment.

My belly burned with the impending climax, my hips making tiny thrusts against the unforgiving spray, and just as that fire built inside of me, he removed the water, letting it smolder.

“Dax, please!”

“You can beg all you want, but your body belongs to me tonight. All night. I’m going to make you feel good.” He spread me apart again, and set the shower to my pussy just as before, his lips to my ear. “Real good,” he whispered.

For the next half hour, he doled out the kind of torment that left me a razor’s edge from going crazy and unsteady on my feet. Building me up to orgasm, only to let it fizzle away, until I could no longer take it anymore.

Wrapping both arms around the back of his neck, I hung on for dear life, as he teased yet another orgasm out of me, flicking the showerhead to intensify the pulses against my pussy, while I cried out. More weakness, more warmth, as the climax settled deep into my bones.

“I could listen to that sound over and over again,” he said, banding his arm across my breasts. “Let’s get some rest first, though.”

I gave a nod and he set the showerhead back, flipping off the water, and after nabbing a towel from outside the stall, he wrapped me and carried me to the bed. I felt small and fragile in his arms, as he set me down on the mattress and slipped beneath the covers behind me.

Everything felt perfect—too perfect. So perfect, my head couldn’t accept that it belonged to me. Nothing good had ever lasted long in my life, and with my newfound happiness and love came an impending fear of watching it all crash around me.

“What are you thinking about?”

I stared out the window across from me, at the moon as its dark sliver mocked my thoughts. “You know I …. There’re going to bad days, Dax. Dark ones.” Blinking failed to hold back the tears those thoughts brought to my eyes. “They’ll come out of nowhere, and they’ll mess with my head. They always do.”

“I ever tell you about the time I went through detox?” His question was so out of nowhere, once again distracting my mind.

“No.”

“Was bad. Had to have a sitter, so they sent this old guy in. Rudy, was his name. Volunteer. Old Vietnam vet, tattooed and scarred.” Rolling onto his back, he kept me tucked within one arm and folded the other beneath his head. “So there I was, strapped to this bed, miserable as fuck, and this chatty bastard is telling me his life story. Like how he met his wife, but then got drafted into the war. How he came home to a new daughter, who died of some heart condition a couple years later. His wife got pregnant again, a boy that time, named him Rudy number two, but his wife found out she had cancer halfway into the pregnancy.” As he spoke, I lay there wondering what the hell his story had to do with my comments a moment ago, but I listened as he kept on with it. “She beat it, delivered his son, who I guess went on to become some world renowned cancer doc. Then both his wife and son ended up dying in a car crash.” With a sigh, he shook his head. “Guy’s life was a fucking roller coaster, up and down, and up and down. So I asked him how the hell he coped with it. He said, Son, with every high, there’s a low to keep you humble and remind you of all the good shit in life.” With light caresses to my arm, he kissed my forehead. “I want the high’s and the low’s with you. Beautiful and the ugly parts, too. The turbulence and the calm. I want all of you.”

With a smile, I ran my hand over his chest, taking in the light tickle of hair beneath my palm. “I want all of you, too. But just so we’re clear? My ugly parts might make you change your mind about that.”

He chuckled and pulled me tighter into his chest. “Baby, I’ve seen every inch of you, and ain’t nothing ugly about it.”

Face pressed into the crook of his arm, I smiled. “I’ve got an ugly temper.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that.”

I playfully punched him in the ribs.

He grunted and curled into his side, and I stole the opportunity to crawl over top of him, feeling his hands grip the back of my thighs. “My ass is going to land in another support group by the end of the week, if I’m not careful.”