Page 14 of Road Runner's Ride
“That doesn’t tell me what you did, honey.” Stroking slowly, he eased one finger inside her, the rush of slick fluid that met his movement giving lie to the stillness of her body.Oh, honey. You can’t hide from me. Deeper, in and then out, he gave her two slow thrusts before pulling out entirely. “Tell me.” Knuckles folded to his palm, he used them to slowly stroke along her soft skin, gliding up and across her mons. “Honey.”
“I don’t know what you want, Kevin.” Tears in Aurelie’s voice signaled her distress, but she pushed past those emotions riding the surface to say, “I want to please you.”
“Did you wake aroused?” He rewarded her honestly with a return of his touch, tracing along her lips. “You weren’t sure if you could wake me?” Feeding her what he expected was the problem, he waited.
Voice small, she didn’t make him wait long. “I don’t know you any longer,mon amie.”
I don’t like how she keeps moving the bar. I don’t want to be friends. Offended, he made a noise deep in his chest, and she stiffened, then offered, “Mon amour.”
“Last night you called me Master, Aurelie.” Curling her fingers against his palm, he rested their joined hands on his chest, letting her feel the reassuring thump of his heartbeat. “Last night you trusted me to give you what you needed. You do know me. You can trust what you know, because”—he squeezed her hand in his—“I’m the same man. Better, maybe. More miles under my belt.” He chuckled and knew his amusement sounded in his voice. “More butts under my belt, for certain. But you trusted me. Then you took that trust away. You didn’t wake me. Didn’t give me the chance to give you what you needed.” He let his laughter fade, and whispered, “Didn’t give me what I need.”
It was quiet in the room for long moments, and he lay still, not even the rustle of sheets to betray the stress he felt. Caring for her had been the highlight of every day when they were together. Whether in a scene or not, he had found fulfillment in ensuring Aurelie found not only the release she needed, but also those unspoken things that fed her soul. Cooking for her, making her laugh, granting an audience for her amusing stories of the day, even just giving her a broad chest to rest her head against—glories of a relationship he didn’t recognize as such at the time.
Tonight, he would have been honored if she’d woken him, would have carried that remembered content with him for hours, maybe days. To him, that was the pinnacle of satisfaction, and the critical piece so effortlessly found with Aurelie and elusive since. It was disappointing to know there’d finally been a chance to recapture those feelings and emotions, unrealized.She was right here and didn’t need me.
“So much has happened.” Her response was quiet, filled with a regret that gave him hope. “I missed…didn’t want you to think…” Voice trailing off again, she sucked in a hard breath, trying to keep herself under tight control. “It was different before. I was yours, once. You said so yourself this night.” The word was breathy when she repeated it, and he heard the longing in her voice, “Once.”
He shook his head. She had it wrong. “Again.” His confident assertion caused a tremor in her fingers, and he glanced down to see her watching his hand with avid interest. “You are mine now. Here, in this bed. In the club last night, you became mine again. You’re in my home, honey. Sleeping in my bed. Clothed in my shirt.” He paired his ring and middle finger and plunged them inside her, not trying to suppress his groan when her slippery heat clenched tight around him. “You are mine.”
