Page 43 of Whiskey Shivers

Hex…

I got her into bed and fixed her a sandwich real quick, bringing it, her pills, and something to drink to her. She struggled to sit up and once I had her settled, I got into bed and tucked her into my side. She ate the sandwich and took her meds.

Cuddling her close, I asked her gently, “Now, you want to tell me what that was all about?”

She sniffed and tucked herself into my side a little closer and said, “I think I just got overwhelmed.”

It was an answer, but it left me no less worried for her.

“A lot’s happened in a real short amount of time,” I agreed.

She shifted her head and laid it against my shoulder, burrowing in almost, and I had to smile. It was both adorable and made me feel like I was on top of the world, that I was becoming her safe place to take comfort in.

“How do you stay so calm, so cool about all of it?” she asked, and I had to chuckle just a little bit.

“Well, for one, it’s not happening to me, it’s happening to you. I’m just along for the ride now, darlin’.”

“I mean, it’s sort of happening to you, too,” she protested. “I’m here and I’ve upended your life. It’s turned into this thing where it’s all about me all the time and—”

“Hey.” It came out a little stern, but she needed a little bit of a reality check. “I don’t know who it was that said, or treated you like you were nothing but a burden.”

She scoffed a scornful little laugh. “Just abouteveryonethat’s ever had to live with me ever,” she said, and the pain of that childhood trauma was real, radiating off of her like heat off a summer sidewalk, to the point even I felt burned by it.

“Yeah, well that was then, and this is now,” I told her. “Those people that mind don’t matter and I’m telling you I don’t mind. I like you, Fable. You’re a light in the dark, and even now, after all that’s happened to you in the last couple weeks, you aren’t worried about yourself. All I hear out of you is how you’re worried aboutmeand that has to stop. I’m fine. Iwantyou here. Ilikehaving you here, and we’ll get through this. Not like you’ve gotten through everything else because I gotta reckon, you’ve always done it alone. Well, not anymore. I’m here now, and it’s not you against the world. It’s us. For right now, until you decide you don’t want it anymore, it’s us.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and made bluer somehow with how they were rimmed in red. She asked me, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” I had to smile.

“Just waiting on you to ask,” I murmured, and I lowered my lips to hers. She tasted like a dream and felt like silk under my lips.God,and when her tongue stroked against mine? It took everything in me not to put a hand to my already aching balls and double over with how swift and hard my cock came to attention.

We kissed for a while and when she drew back, it was with a whispered, “You’re really good at that.”

“You’re definitely good at that,” I praised her back. I couldn’t help myself, I went in for more.

She lay back in the nest of pillows I’d built up for her on my bed and Iachedto be inside her even more. Still, I knew she was too hurt for anything but the gentlest of touches and I couldn’t swear to it that I could control myself completely. It was honestly best that I ultimately keep my dick in my pants.

She gave a whimper against my mouth, and I tore it from her. “You alright?” I asked, and it came out sounding gruffer than I’d meant it to, but I couldn’t help it. She just had me that far up in my feelings.

“Yes,” she breathed, and her blue eyes were glassy for an altogether different reason. One that made me smile.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I said, and she bit her bottom lip, an altogether alluring thing that just made my cockthrobwith desire.

“I want you, too,” she said, and her hand found me stroking over the heat and hardness that resided in my jeans. I groaned and she wriggled her bad arm against her body, her good arm practically trapped beneath and between us.

I wanted to feel her body wrapped around my cock so bad but for now; for now, I’d just have to get creative, think of something that wasoutsideher box.

I got up on my knees and said, “Lie back for me darlin’.” She complied so beautifully for me, lying back, her hair spreading out in that way thatmm, yes.She looked up at me with trust and desire. I hooked fingers into the waistband of her leggings and stripped them and her panties both down her legs.

She raised her hips and winced slightly when she put weight on her neck and shoulders. I was quick and then her bottom was meeting the covers on the bed and there was no trace of lingering discomfort on her face, just a raw desire, a want for me to do whatever it was I was gonna do and the perfect trust in me that whatever I decided, I was going to make it feel good.

Man, the powerful feeling that gave me. The intense, fierce need to deliver on the silent promise I was making with every bit of clothing I stripped from her, and every light touch I laid against her soft skin –whew,mm.

“Just relax for me, baby,” I murmured, shoving her shirt up and out of my way, stripping my own shirt over my head to feel the backs of her thighs against my shoulders. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her come so hard and so bright she clenched her thighs around my head, and I almost passed the fuck out from my inability to fuckin’ breathe.

She was au natural at the apex of her thighs, andgoddamndid I appreciate that. I preferred it to clean shaven or even whatever little landing strip most of the club bitches tended to sport. I enjoyed fuckingwomen,and when they did that shit, it made me feel like I was trying to fuck a little girl. I wasn’t okay with that shit in the slightest.

I touched her, letting my gaze wander over her beautiful, sleek frame, as her hips raised unconsciously to meet my fingertips grazing along her sex.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured. “So, fucking hot.”

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