Page 49 of Volt
“Gathering information,” I offer.
He laughs softly. “Yeah, something like that,” he says. “It was pretty tense.”
“Everybody okay?” I ask, swallowing hard.
“Yeah. Just a bunch of jawing back and forth at one another,” he replies. “Nothing major. Just feeling each other out.”
“For the fight that’s coming.”
He nods, and my heart goes from my throat down into the pit of my stomach in the blink of an eye. I lean into him again, not wanting to think about everything going on. If I had my way, he’d leave the club and get out of that life altogether. But Blake is loyal to a fault and would never leave his friends in a lurch like that. It’s an admirable quality and one that drives me bananas. I just feel like there’s a runaway train headed right for him and he’s refusing to get off the tracks thinking he can shield his friends from the blow.
His attention turns back to the canvas, and he stares at it contemplatively. He stands there, seemingly entranced by it.
“Have you ever considered having a gallery show?” he asks out of the blue. “Like a real gallery show.”
“I’m afraid I’m not good enough for a gallery show,” I reply softly. “At least, nobody is beating down to give me a show.”
“That’s garbage,” he says. “Get that out of your head right now because it doesn’t belong there.”
“Yes, sir,” I say and snap him a mock salute.
He laughs and pulls me to him, pressing his mouth to mine. His kiss is intoxicating. It makes me feel dizzy and light-headed, and I absolutely love it. Blake picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he carries me out of my studio. He carries me up the three steps and lays me down on my bed. I stare up at him and smile.
“You better be quick. I have to get to work here in a few minutes,” I purr.
“Well, we’ll have to make the most of the few minutes we have then.”
“Indeed.”
We shed our clothes quickly, giggling together the whole time. He just makes me feel so light and free. He makes me feel happier than I’ve been in a long, long time. He feeds me mentally and emotionally with his mind, and his body feeds me physically. There’s just a completeness I feel with him. It’s almost like a puzzle piece snapping into place that I never knew was missing. It just somehow fits perfectly and brings the picture into focus.
When we’re both fully naked, Blake falls down on top of me. I spread my legs for him, and he braces himself on his arms over me. He looks down into my eyes, and the look of desire in his face is breathtaking to me. I love the way he looks at me.
Blake looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I’m a living piece of art. When he looks at me that way, it makes my heart swell. Simply put, he makes me feel beautiful in ways nobody ever has before.
I reach down and take hold of his staff, nestling the tip of it against my opening. He kisses my neck and slides his tongue down to my breasts as he slips inside of me. I bite my lip and close my eyes for a moment, absorbing that initial pinch of pain. It fades quickly though and is replaced by a pleasure so intense I want to cry.
I grab hold of his forearms as he starts to move, sliding himself into me, his eyes locked on mine. The sheer hunger I see reflected back in his eyes stokes the fire inside of me, and I feel myself growing impossibly wet. Blake kisses me again and our tongues swirl languidly around each other. His movements are soft and slow. He’s being gentler than he’s been with me before and it makes me quiver.
I grit my teeth, pressing my head back against the bed, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding against my inner walls, sending lightning bolts coursing through my veins. As much as I like it when he’s a little bit on the rougher side with me, I love feeling him slow down and savor his time with me. I love feeling him relishing my body.
He kisses me again, and I drag my fingernails along his arms, trailing them along his muscles. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes as I feel the pressure building up within me again. He keeps sliding himself into me slowly, moving deliberately, and my entire body feels like a live wire. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and my heart is slamming against my rib cage as I savor the feeling of him filling me up so completely. Blake fits so perfectly inside of me, it almost feels as if we were made for each other. We fit together like hand and glove.
Our bodies move together in a sensual rhythm that has me vibrating with pleasure from the crown of my head to the tip of my toe. And as I look up at Blake, I can see that he’s trying to hold back. His jaw is gritted tight enough to shatter stone and his entire body is tensing up.
“Cum for me,” I whisper. “Let me feel you fill me up, baby.”
His rhythm falters, and he lets out a low rumbling laugh, but he starts to tremble and I know he’s getting very close. I dig my nails into his shoulders and start to thrust myself upward, writhing beneath him. He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth as he plunges himself deep into me, drawing a loud gasp from my lips. We remain like that, sensually frozen in time for just a moment, and then we both erupt.
My eyes wide, I cry out as my orgasm overtakes me unexpectedly. He presses his mouth to mine, swallowing my screams of pleasure as I feel his cock twitch. A moment later, he bursts inside of me. The feeling of his cum spurting into me, warm and thick, touches off another explosion of pleasure that leaves me breathless. We’re both breathless as we cling together, staring into one another’s eyes.
The emotions I feel swirling around inside of me are powerful. And I can see by the look in his eye that his are as well. I don’t think we’re at that point where we’re going to verbalize our feelings just yet—especially when it comes to the L-word—but I just have a sneaking suspicion we’re not too far off.
It’s so strange to think about this journey—going from avoiding all romantic contact and relationships, to being on the verge of letting myself get swept away on a current of emotion that has me feeling electrified. Has me feeling a million different things. But most of all, has me feeling like I might be starting to fall in love.
It’s a terrifying thought—especially since I have no idea where Blake is at with all of that. There’s nothing quite like being out on this branch alone.
Chapter Twenty
