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Her cheeks turn a pretty pink and she won’t look at me now. I play with the ends of her hair and wait for my answer.
“Ember, have you fooled around with anyone?”
“No.” It’s a whisper that’s barely audible, but I hear it echo like she screamed it at me. It reverberates through my body and sinks deep into me, swelling my cock and making it hard to hold in the yell I want to let loose.
I duck my head so I can take a better look at her face, “You’ve never played around with anyone? Not sex, just soft stuff? Like touching or kissing?”
This time instead of answering me verbally she just shakes her head no. I need to stop with her. I need to get her off my lap and start worrying about feeding her. But there’s a part of me that just can’t let it go. I use my finger under her chin to tip her head up.
“No boys tried to touch you? Or steal a kiss?”
“No.” It’s said even softer than the last time she whispered the word to me.
I make a humming sound in the back of my throat and tilt her head up even further and capture her mouth with mine. Her hands rise to rest on my chest as I sink my fingers into her hair so I can turn her head and sink deeper into her mouth. I use my lips and apply pressure to her mouth so she’ll open for me and allow my tongue to slip in wanting just a little taste of her.
She shocks me when she tries to pull back, “Your lip…,” at first I’m not sure what she’s talking about but then I feel her fingertips on my lower lip, “you’re hurt.”
My tongue runs over the area that was split open when Roger took a lucky shot at me. It’s not going to be enough to keep me from getting my kiss. I pull her to me as I stare into her eyes, “It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s…,”
“You’re hurt.” There’s a stubborn flare in her eyes that I want to push to come out but not now.
“Maybe you should kiss it and make it better.” Her stare starts to waver, and I can tell I have her right where I want her. “I mean, if it’s hurt don’t you normally kiss booboos to make them less painful.”
“Okay.” I stay still and let her come to me. Her hands come up to cup my cheeks and she gently lays her lips on mine. The pressure she uses is so soft and gentle that it feels more like butterfly wings than actual lips.
I let her do it her way for a moment before I take the control back and deepen the pressure and the kiss. This time when I use my tongue, she lets me slip inside and explore her secrets until I finally pull back and watch as her eyes blink open. I don’t shy away from her stare and instead lean into it, touching her face, dragging my eyes over her features, and taking mental pictures of her.
I brush my lips against her still-up-turned lips, “That’s for being a good girl and not letting any other boys touch this pretty little body or steal any kisses.” Before she can ask me why it matters, I shift her off my lap and stand. “I have to feed you and you should try calling your mom and tell her what is going on.”
Better leaving it like this than pushing too far too fast and scaring her.
Chapter Eight
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Ember
I tried my mom at least three times and then decided to leave her a message. I didn’t tell her everything, but I did tell her I was with Hunter, and something happened between me and Roger that caused me not to want to go back to his house. It’s the best I can do until she calls me back.
Once I leave my message, I make my way into the kitchen and sit at the small island to watch Hunter cook. It’s not until he turns around to lay a kitchen towel on the counter that I notice his knuckles.
“Oh my God!” He stops and follows my eyes to where I am staring before he puts the towel down and flexes his fingers.
I jump up and run around the island so I can take his hand in my own. The skin on the knuckles are all torn and bloody and starting to bruise.
“We need…ice and some bandages and…”
“You want to take care of me, little one?”
He seems surprised but then I remember who his dad and stepmom are. I doubt he’s been coddled very much since Camile isn’t very maternal. I nod and don’t shy away from his stare. “I was kind of responsible for you being hurt after all.”
“No. You aren’t responsible for anything. Roger’s hard fucking head is the cause of it and not you.”
“But you got hurt trying to protect me. It would make me feel better if you let me take care of you. Um,” I close my eyes as heat hits my cheeks, “take care of your bruises and stuff. Not you. Not that I wouldn’t take care of you. It just sounds kind of…um, do you have bandages?”
He surprises me first by laughing and then by grabbing me around my hips and lifting me up on the island. He leaves and comes back with a big box. When he hands it to me, I see the emblem on the front and realize he’s handed me his med kit. Instead of waiting for me to hop down he steps close and places his hands on my knees. He spreads my legs and scoots my butt closer to the edge at the same time, ending up in between my legs and offering up his hand to me.
I spend the next ten or so minutes fixing his bruised and bloodied knuckles before he goes back to cooking for us. Instead of helping me off the island, he picks me up and moves me closer to where he is working. I watch as he throws things together to make stir fry for us.
