Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I didn’t bother with the lights, something I never did, as I led him to one of the spare bedrooms and nodded toward the bed. He squeezed my hand tighter before letting go, walking over, and climbing in.
“Will you stay with me?” he asked.
The words filled me up, were more than I deserved. “Yes.” I turned out the light, sat on the floor against the wall, and stayed in that same spot all night while he slept.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cyrus
My eyes fluttered open, light shining in the window. My gaze landed on Crow, who looked to be in the exact same spot he’d sat in last night. Had he gotten up at all? Had he slept? Sometimes he didn’t seem human, didn’t seem to have the same basic needs as the rest of us. I’d spent two nights at this cabin now, and on both he’d sat in one place and stayed up all night. Either that, or he took catnaps when I didn’t notice.
I winced when I rolled over. My ass was sore from yesterday. It had been a long time since I’d been with someone, so fucking that hard and fast without lube hadn’t been very smart.
Crow frowned, and I hated that he noticed. Silently, he stood and came to the bed. His strong hands rolled me to my stomach. “Wait. What are you doing?”
“Checking you.”
I was surprised I’d gotten a response. I liked the sound of his broken, rough voice, though. The way it wrapped around me and seemed to fill my empty spaces. “I’m fine.”
He paused, didn’t speak, as if waiting, and when I didn’t tell him no, he tugged the flannels down my legs, spread my cheeks, and examined my ass. I wasn’t sure what it said about me, but it gave me a content feeling that he cared enough to check, that my comfort and health meant something to him. No men had cared before.
I trembled when his finger brushed over my rim, my morning wood thickening even more.
“I don’t think there are any tears.” His voice was softer now. “I shouldn’t have…done that.”
My whole body went rigid now, not just my dick. “You regret fucking me?” Of course he did.
Crow was still rubbing my hole, massaging it with his finger, but I wasn’t turned on anymore.
“I liked it,” I told him. “I fucking loved it. I felt…owned, possessed.” And no one had ever truly wanted me. Eddie and his friends liked to screw me, but any hole would do. I never felt like I belonged to them, to anyone, and while I knew that wasn’t true with Crow either, in that moment it had been easy to forget.
His breathing picked up, so loud I could hear it. He was so animalistic, like living out here had changed him into something else. I should stop this…and yet I wanted to push back against him and see if he’d slide his finger inside me, but again, bad decisions were my MO. “Did you like it?” Silence stretched between us, all the good feelings inside me, the hope, shrinking more and more. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
I tried to get out of bed, but Crow pressed down on me, not letting me move. “Too much,” was all he said, but those two words were more than I could hope for, more than I believed.
My heart was in my throat when I said, “Please don’t leave me next time.” Because that had been like being with Eddie. Used and left when they were done with me.
I waited for him to tell me there wouldn’t be a next time. I waited for him to storm out, but he just pulled the pj’s over my ass again. He took my hand and gave it a gentle tug. Come, Crow’s dark-chocolate eyes said without words.
I followed him. Crow led me to another room that I thought might be his, then to the bathroom there. A large, deep tub sat in the corner, and he turned the faucet on and began filling it.
I stood frozen, unsure what to think, afraid that if I moved, I would wake up back in Tranquility, alone.
Crow came back to me, brushed his fingers over the bruise on my face, making my breath catch. He was so gentle with me…when I knew he could be so hard. He’d nearly broken a man’s hand in front of me, and who knew what else he’d done, but with me, he was so incredibly gentle. Well, except when fucking, but we’d both wanted it that way.
He tugged the flannel pants down next, bending so I stepped out of them one foot, then the other. My dick was at half-mast, but he ignored it, before standing again. One hand touched my black eye again, the other my neck where he’d bitten me. I knew without looking that it had bruised. That hand went next to the marks on my hips from his fingers.