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As Ruaridh pulls back, I feel as his cum escaping my opening and running down my inner thighs but before it can go too far I feel his finger sweep through it pushing it back inside me. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more.
Our eyes connect, and he watches me as my lips part. Not needing any other indication, Ruaridh brings his cum covered fingers up to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth for me to suck clean. Saltiness fills my tastebuds along with a taste that must be my arousal, and I moan around his fingers.
Ruaridh groans as he watches me.‘You look so hot, baby.’
I swirl my tongue around his two fingers once more and allow them to slip free of my mouth. My tongue darts out, licking at the corner of my lips to catch the remaining drops from when his fingers brushed against the edges.
He groans, movements hesitant as he gets up from our position and shifts to where his pack is on the floor.
His muscles ripple with every movement, and I appreciate his body on a whole other level now that I’ve felt firsthand what he can do with it. What his muscles look like as he is on top of me, using them to pin me down and fuck me.
As I’m lost in my lustful daydream, I don’t realise that Ruaridh has spent the time wetting a cloth, one that he now brings between my legs to clean the remainder of our mess. He is gentle as he cleans me, making sure not to apply too much pressure in areas he assumes will be tender.
The attention he gives me causes my eyes to burn, and embarrassment digs its ugly claws into me.
Ruaridh must notice the change in me as he throws the cloth to the floor and climbs back onto the sofa beside me, pulling ablanket over us in the process. He gently turns me around so that we are both on our sides facing each other.
Instead of speaking or acknowledging my inner turmoil, he kisses me and pulls my head into his chest, stroking my back.
Our breaths even out, relaxing into one another as the sun's last light disappears.
‘I’ll look after you, I promise.’Ruaridh sleepily mumbles, and emotion tears at my chest, making it feel tight and painful.
Never in a thousand years would I have thought me following a Skull would end up with me lying here in his arms, tears welling in my eyes begging to overflow with equal parts contentment and heartache. I’ve never allowed myself to hope for something like this. Never allowed the thought to calm my mind and make me feel at home in someone else’s arms.
It is dangerous to hope for such a magical feeling.
Healthy relationships are a myth of the past. No one who is still alive is capable of showing such kindness, of caring for someone they barely know and have no long-standing loyalty towards.
The girls and I have formed an unbreakable connection in our time together. One that I will not, and I cannot turn my back on for the chance of a couple of moments in contentment.
We don’t know for sure how far along Isla is in her pregnancy. She needs me, and that will not change overnight. I cannot abandon her at such a vulnerable point in her life, nor can I leave the others and the demons I know they continue to face every time they choose to wake up in the morning.
I’ll take the clothes Ruaridh gave me. They are close by and easier to get to than my other ones. Maybe they can be a sick sort of remembrance for me after I leave him behind and put theothers first. They are my family, and I can’t risk their safety by introducing them to a group of monsters, no matter how much the monster next to me has tried to demonstrate that he is more than his reputation makes him seem.
I decide to wait a little longer and make sure Ruaridh is in a deeper sleep, one he won’t easily wake from. Then, I will slip out from under his warm embrace and return to the others.
Chapter Twenty-six
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Ruaridh
Aslight chill causes me to stir. Usually, it wouldn’t bother me. I wouldn’t even give it a second's worth of my attention, but I don’t want Fauna to be cold.
A yawn breaks from my lips as I shuffle myself around, careful not to move too quickly in case I knock into her. I had fallen asleep with her in my arms, but she must have rolled away in the night.
Grey light streams through the window into the open-plan room, and my muscles tense as something instantly feels off. When we came into it, the room was relatively empty, with a couple of sofas still wrapped in plastic sheeting, a bunch of cardboard boxes ready to be unpacked, and furniture to be set up. That was it, but now it somehow feels even emptier.
I reach out and my stomach sinks. My fingers should find soft skin and flowing hair, but instead, they find a cold, empty spot beside me and there is no Fauna to be seen.
She’d whispered about‘sorting herself out’and that she’d‘come straight back’, but how her side of where we were sleeping has gone cold tells me otherwise. Surely she hasn’t left, she wouldn’t do that would she?
The heavy fabric of the blanket on top of me begins to feel suffocating, and I rip it off with a roar. Objects fall to the floor from where I have knocked them, but I couldn’t give a shit.
My molars grind together so tightly that I hear my jaw clicking. I focus on the tension and the pain of it, ignoring the cracking feeling in my chest. How it feels like a hole has appeared, one that is sucking everything into its darkness.
Two figures run through the entrance, through the door that leads to the stairwell.
