Page 39 of Take Me to Church
“You were scared of leaving and you still did it.” I slide my fingers past her wrist, lacing them between hers. “You were scared of Rodney, but still hired him to save your sister.”
“And you saw how that turned out.” The hand on my side inches across my stomach with a touch so soft it almost tickles. “I would be raped and dead if you hadn’t been there for me.”
“Then you should trust me.” I use my hold on her hand to shift it under the blankets. “I was there for you then and I’ll be there for you now.” I press my fingers against the back of hers as I urge them between her thighs. “Do you trust me, Lydia?”
“Yes.” The word rushes out on a breath as our stacked fingers push deeper into the seam of her legs.
“Then let me help you. Let me show you there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Lydia shudders as I work our combined touch against her body, blindly seeking out the swell of her clit without the luxury of feeling it myself. I pause, waiting for her agreement, but instead of words, Lydia drapes her leg across mine, opening up her body.
And that’s good enough for me.
I slick our joined fingers through the heat of her soaked folds. I can’t stop the groan that rips free as her wetness coats my skin. “I didn’t know how bad you needed this.”
Lydia’s breath stutters as my fingers move along her slit, no longer directing her touch, but taking control.
“Have you been aching, sweetheart?” I tease around the hard swell of her clit with a careful touch, not wanting to offer too much, too soon.
Lydia’s hips work in tiny thrusts as I make gentle strokes intended to offer an introduction that is long overdue. “Please, Christian. I need—” Her lips clamp shut, sealing off any demands she might have made. Another strangled sound of frustration punctuates the dig of her fingers into my skin.
“Relax. I know what you need.” And I’m a fucking asshole for being so willing to give it to her, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Lydia whimpers again, but her grip on my body softens.
“Good girl.” I nip at the skin just below her ear as I continue working her clit in soft passes. “Let me take care of you.”
I want to drag this moment out, but it’s a selfish desire. One I’m sure would be for my own enjoyment only. And I want Lydia to know I will always put her first. That she can always come to me knowing I will give her everything she wants and needs.
So I tease her faster, cock leaking against the stretch of my underwear as my fingers glide against her wet cunt. The leg she has thrown over me jerks, clenching tight a second before she comes, silent except for the ragged sound of her breath as she clings to me, hand gripping my wrist as if she thinks I’ll pull away. Leave her wanting more.
How wrong she is.
It’s taken everything I have to keep my hands off Lydia, but now? Now that I’ve seen how desperate she is to be touched?
I’ll make sure mine is the only one she ever wants.
15
LYDIA
I DON’T KNOW how to act right now.
I’m squirming in my seat—the same seat Christian was in the night I came to ask him for help—feeling like both of the other men in the room know exactly what I did this morning. The urge to wallow in shame is strong.
The bass player and drummer from Christian’s band showed up early this morning, their arrival sending me rushing from his bed to the one I was supposed to be sleeping in.
But I didn’t stay there long.
Christian came to collect me, acting like everything was completely normal. Like his hands hadn’t been on my most sensitive area mere minutes before.
And now I’m here, behind his desk, doing my best to pretend my whole world hasn’t changed with a few, well-placed flicks of his fingers.
The guilty, repentant woman I was raised to be feels like his friends are looking at me. Judging me. It’s ridiculous considering they both showed up at the warehouse last night to help Christian dispose of a body and a car. I can’t imagine they would judge me for anything.
“So, what’s the plan?” The drummer from Sinners and Saints is seated on the large leather sofa, his feet kicked up on the table in front of it. “We gonna go in guns blazing?”
Christian barely stiffens where he stands close beside me. “No guns.”
