Page 151 of Receiving His Mercy
No,no, no!
She saw him fling back his arm, ready to strike the smaller man in front of him. Caren tried to run to him . . . to get in between them . . . but an arm wrapped around her middle and another one was placed over her mouth.
“Shut up, you stupid girl. You’re going to get yourself killed. Never come back here, forget all about him, or you and everyone you love . . . are dead.”
Caren sat up with a gasp, shaking and sweating. What was that? She’d never heard those words before, why would her brain make them up?
What was wrong with her?
“Baby, hey. What happened? What’s wrong?” Travis sat up and she flung herself at him.
“It felt so real. It felt so real,” she cried.
“Fucking hell. I should have known this would happen. I never should have told you that I was looking into him.”
“No, no. I’ve had nightmares about him before. This isn’t your fault. It’s just . . . this one was different.”
She told him what the voice had said. “What do you think it means?”
“I think it means you’re nervous I’m going to unearth a hornet’s nest.” He held her tighter. “But no matter what happens, I won’t allow any harm to come to you. Understand?”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you either!” she cried.
“Nothing will, baby. I promise.”
Caren wished that she could simply believe that. But it wasn’t really a promise that he could make.
Finally, she drew away from him, but she knew she wasn’t going to sleep. She attempted to climb out of bed, but he wrapped an arm around her.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a shower.” Her skin was itching. She felt dirty and . . . wrong.
“Because you’re sweaty from the nightmare or because you feel dirty?”
“B-both?” she said.
“You can have one shower. With me. Then it’s back to bed.”
Twenty minutes later, they were back in bed but she still didn’t feel settled. Was she hungry? No. Should she make sure that Travis had . . . no!
“What do you need, baby? What would make you feel better that doesn’t involve you scrubbing your skin raw or shoving food into every drawer?”
She winced and thought about that. Would anything make her feel better? Him taking charge would. But it was after two in the morning and he needed sleep.
“Can I . . . um . . . can I suck your cock?”
There was a beat of silence and she winced. Was he going to think she was an idiot?
“Go for it, baby.”
She slid down the bed until she was fully immersed under the covers. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around his cock. He always slept naked, which made it easier for her to get access. Then she took him slowly into her mouth and sucked. As she sucked, he grew harder but that didn’t bother her.
This wasn’t about sex or pleasure.
It was comfort.
And it was exactly what she needed for her body and mind to relax. He placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her steady and Caren just let herself drift.
