Page 66 of Dare You to Run
“Hendrix. I’m….oh fuck. I’m going to come,” she cries out.
I roll my hips, hitting her in all the places to make her fly off the cliff she stands on. Short, high pitched mewls begin to fall from her mouth and I reach back to grab her nightgown that lays on the bed, and shove it in her mouth.
“Now you can scream, little mouse.” She lets go, her cries muffled by her nightgown, and I feel her convulse.
I keep pumping and her moans grow louder and louder until her body goes limp and she falls silent. Removing the nightgown from her mouth, she heaves and gulps in air and I roll her over, placing her gently on her back.
Her eyes are dilated and sweat beads at her hairline. I trace my finger across it and down her cheek.
“Are you okay, baby?” She nods and her mouth moves open and close like a fish yearning for water. “What?”
“Finish. You,” she forces the words out and I shake my headno. “Yes. Now.”
Her voice is raspy and it sounds like she’s in desperate need of water. Dagen manages to lift her hands and legs and wraps them around me, dragging me down to her until our nude bodies tangle together.
I stare into her eyes in probably the most intimate moment I’ve ever had and decide this just isn’t the time to be my usual brutal monster.
Slowly, I dive back into her, tighter than she was just a moment ago. Her face contorts and I stop, letting her body readjust to having me invade once more. Soft hands slide up my back and I move in measured strokes, drawing in and out of her with care.
Peace washes over her face as I keep up this languid pace. My hand caresses her hourglass torso, memorizing the curves like a roadmap. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this. I usually fuck women. For as long as I remember. But sex, intimate and close, is not something I’ve experienced before.
But like with everything, Dagen is different. She’s special in a way that takes me by surprise because of how she makes me feel. The crazier part of it all is that it’s not scary like I always assumed it would be. It’s why I’ve tried so hard to avoid intimacy. I guess your heart doesn’t always abide by the rules your brain has told it to.
Dagen sighs and melts into me. When the familiar tingle begins to build, I take her mouth in a tender kiss. She buries her fingers in my hair, scratching at my scalp the way I love. A sweet whimper floods my mouth and then the feel of her walls growing tighter around me. Her legs lift and hang over my hips and when I release her from our kiss and open my eyes, I see that she’s ready to let her body fall again.
She lays her hand over my heart and falls apart. Her nails dig into the blank space on my chest just as her eyes seal shut.
When her teeth sink into her lip, I lose it. My teeth clash and I empty into her, my orgasm, my soul, my heart. I give her everything.
“Wow,” she whispers when we’ve both finished with silent flourish.
“Saying goodbye tomorrow doesn’t mean it has to end.” I spill the truth just as it hits me. “We can make this work.”
“Make what work, Hendrix?”
“Us. Me and you. We don’t have to be over.” Her eyes grow wet turning the green into a watercolor painting. “I don’t want this to be over. I want to call you mine.”
Her lip trembles and her voice shakes when she says, “I want to be yours. So very much.”
And with that, another ray of Dagen’s bright light pushes away my darkness.
TWENTY-SIX
I walkinto the kitchen at seven a.m. with a smile on my face and a full heart. Last night with Hendrix was more than I could have hoped for. Knowing that he feels like I do and that he wants to continue what we’ve started makes me happier than I’ve ever been.
“Good morning,” I sing, seeing Mom rummaging through the refrigerator for breakfast ingredients.
She pops up and spins around, arms full of eggs and bacon. “Good morning, sweetheart. You’re chipper this morning.”
Taking the ingredients from her, I kiss her cheek and say, “Just happy to be home. Let me help with breakfast this morning. I’m sure Sloane is giving Dad a hard time about getting ready for school, and we both know you have the magic touch.”
“Yeah, he’s not too happy about school this morning,” she chuckles and squeezes her arms around my neck. “Mmm. New body wash?”
“Oh, yeah. Just something I picked up.” I quickly turn away so she doesn’t see the lie written across my face that it’s actually Hendrix’s body wash from last night. “What’s the excuse thismorning?” I place everything down on the large kitchen island and start sorting through everything. “Breakfast pizza?” I ask.
She nods and digs back in to retrieve tortillas, cheese and salsa. “Apparently Sloane says he is the smartest one in class and doesn’t need to go to school anymore. He said he can skip straight through to helping on the ranch.”
“To be fair, he did school me on cost principle, does he really need to know much more than that?”
