***
“Oh my God. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Blocking my nose with my forearm, I begin to sweat. This is my reaction to seeing a pig carcass hanging from the rafters.
Outside. In broad daylight. As if it is normal.
“Don’t sweat it, Lily. This is the best way to teach you. You’ll be able to see the wounds you inflict and I can show you where to use little force to create maximum damage.”
I open my mouth to speak, but only a high pitched squeak escapes me.
Finding my voice, I whisper, “I think I changed my mind. I don’t want to do this.”
Game over.
A firm and cautionary, “Lily,” comes from Nox.
Turning to look at him, he offers, “You feel like you need to puke, we’ll stop.”
Okay.
I can do this.
Okay. I’m good.
Nodding, I tell him, “I’m good now. Where do we start?”
Looking relieved, he takes the small knife from my hand, opens it in record time then, lightning fast, he plunges the blade into the belly of the pig.
The carcass swings from side to side with my switchblade embedded in its belly and I’m surprised that it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I guess I thought there would be more blood. And there’s, like, zero blood.
“What was that?” I’m proud of myself for the steadiness in my voice.
“Kill shot.”
Holy shit.
Nox comes up behind me, raises my hand and repeats the motion over and over again, bladeless. I’m confident in myself. I feel like I know what I’m doing now.
He places the blade into my hand and jerks his chin to the piggie. Clearly hesitating, he asks seriously, “You’re thinking about it all wrong. What if this carcass was a bad guy? A person who was trying to hurt you?”
It’s not very motivating but I get what he’s saying.
Then he utters, “What if it was someone trying to hurt Terah?”
And without thinking, I grit my teeth and attack.
Perfectly.
My blade sticks out of the swinging pig’s belly and Nox’s hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing. Pulling me back a little, his lips hit my temple. I feel his smile there. The hand on my shoulder moves up to my neck and with another quick squeeze, he separates himself.
“Again,” he demands.
And I smile.
Yeah.
I can do this.
***
Today was a good day.
I learned to protect myself in a way I hope I never have to use, but the simple fact is, knowing what I now know could save my life.
Nox is (surprisingly) a very patient teacher. Even when I almost stabbed him in the eye.
I told him! I warned him! I said, “You sure you want me to come at you with something sharp in my hand?”
He grinned. “Lily.” He said this while shaking his head…like it was cute.
Alright, mister. You asked for it.
What Nox was not expecting was for me to incorporate the defensive and attack skills that he, Rock, and Boo had been teaching me for a month. So when he lunged at me and I feinted then jabbed, he didn’t see it coming. My hand with the switchblade jerked back as soon as I realized this.
What actually happened was I got him. I got Nox.
Insert shit eating grin here.
The sharp blade pressed against his cheek bone for not even a second, but it was enough to draw blood.
So, of course, I shit myself.
Dropping the blade as if it was burning a hole in my hand, I stepped back and waited for the yelling and arguments to start.
But they never came.
Instead, I got another neck squeeze and smiling lips at my temple. Still with his lips against me, he muttered thoughtfully, “Maybe I wasn’t the only one born for this life.”
My heart clenched for a full ten seconds before it released when I whispered my reply, “Maybe it’s because we’re lonely.”
His arms wrapped around my waist and he held me close, my side tucked into his hard stomach and chest. I closed my eyes, savoring the rare sessions of closeness he allows. When he kissed the top of my head and murmured, “Yeah. Maybe,” I did something that stunned even me.
Turning my head, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his.
Lightly.
Whisper soft.
Pulling back, I told him, “I don’t feel lonely when I’m with you.”
His eyes met mine, searching for something. When he found whatever it was he was looking for, I lost his deep blues. With a squeeze of my waist, he let me go, and walked away.
I stood there thinking about what just happened, and I knew it changed things. Yet again.
Why was I feeling like this?
What was it about this man that made my brain stupid and irrational?
Why did I never want this threat against me to end?
Nox.
I wanted to stay with him.
And tonight would help me make my decision.
***
Already sitting on the blue sheets of Nox’s bed, I wait for him to undress and get comfortable.
Dressed in a spaghetti strapped tank and white cotton panties, I’m sure I’m far from sexy right now, but I made sure to shave my legs and underarms. I even blow-dried my thick reddish locks and applied a little gloss to my lips. I don’t have perfume here at the safe house so I had to make do with deodorant.
Isn’t that how one becomes sexy?
My brain slaps a hand to its forehead, shaking its head in despair.
Removing shoes and socks first, he undoes his leather belt and he narrows his eyes at me. “You ‘kay?”
Shit! Play it cool, Lil.
Rolling my eyes, I scoff, “Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
The zipper to his cargo’s come down and I swallow hard. His lips purse. “I don’t know. You’re too quiet tonight. Normally talkin’ my ear off before bed.”
This was true.
I always had something to say and Nox was a good listener. He never once fell asleep while I was talking. He would always answer when asked. And he always made me feel like what I was saying was worth listening to, just by providing the attention.
That’s one of the things I love about him. Just one. There are too many things to name, and right now, looking at Nox undress, I can spot a few good ones.
I should make a list.
His tight black tee comes off next revealing his sculpted abs and broad chest.
Sigh.
Throwing it on the chair next to the bathroom, he places both hands on his hips and he watches me. His eyes become slits as he mutters, “Something’s fucky here.”
Shit! Busted.
Heart racing, I ask, “Will you sit, please?”
At hearing the tremor in my voice, his eyes soften and he sits on the bed with his back to the headboard. “What’s up, princess?”
This princess was different from the others. This princess was not an insult. It was a sweet nothing.
I whisper, “There’s something I need to do. So I should just do it, right? I mean, if I overthink it, I won’t do it, so I should just do it.”
Looking confused as hell, he utters, “You do what you need to do, Lily.”
Nodding, I slowly crawl across the bed and over him. Never one to give anything away, his face remains stoic while I straddle his lap facing him, then place my palms on his chest.
“What are you doin’, Lily girl?”
Not able to meet his eye, I answer quietly but truthfully. “Reacting.”
My eyes trained on his full bottom lip, I lift my hand and run it up his rough and stubbled cheek. My stomach clenches as I lean forward in an attempt to kiss him.
All my squishy feelings come to a screeching halt when he grabs both of my hands, places his forehead to mine and says “Don’t. Don’t do it.”
I blink.
I think it would’ve hurt less if he threw a bucket of
cold water over me.
Cheeks flaming with humiliation, I move to pull away from him, but he holds me tight. Nox whispers, “I’m not rejecting you, Lily. I’m protecting you.”
My voice shakes while I squeeze my knees tighter around his thighs. “I don’t need you to protect me right now, Nox. I need your mouth on me. I need to know why I feel like this, and if it’s just a thing, or if it’s more. You told me to do what I had to do. All I want is a kiss.” Dipping my chin, I whisper, “Just a kiss.”
His thighs tense under me. Placing his hands on my knees, his thumbs stroke the skin there.
“You’re startin’ something dangerous here.” He breathes in deeply and adds on an exhale, “You sure you need this?” His voice is soft, but the words come out firm.
Meeting his hooded gaze, I confess, “I don’t know if I need it, but I want it really freakin’ bad.”
He swallows hard.
Loosening his hold on my hands, he mutters roughly, “You kiss me, you do it properly. Show me what you need. Not gonna move a muscle, just show me.”
Oh God!
Permission.
I have permission! That’s, like, a gazillion times better than rejection!
Raising my hands to his cheeks, I cup them and move my thumbs over the roughness that I like so much. Closing my eyes, I lean forward, pull his face closer to meet me halfway, and press my lips to his.
He doesn’t move but allows me to kiss his closed mouth deeply and softly, over and over again. The bulge in his boxers grows even larger, and the very tip of him kisses my cotton panty covered sex. At the very same time that he hisses and jerks, I gasp as my eyes widen.
Oh wow, that feels nice.
He doesn’t give me an inch. His mouth doesn’t open and I find myself begging for a taste of him. I whisper against his lips, “Please. Open. Please. I need it.”
At hearing the sincerity of my plea, his lips part a little.
Not wasting any time, I sigh as I lightly brush the tip of my tongue against his.
Warmth cloaks my entire body.
My hands slide down his cheeks, to his jaw, and up through his hair. Tingles shoot from my toes all the way to the hairs on my head.
It’s everything I hoped for and more.
Not able to stop myself, I moan into his mouth, wanton and needy, “Yes.”
His arms coil around my waist, he pulls me closer so we’re belly to rock-hard abs. His mouth opens wider as he tilts his head, finally giving in. He presses his mouth into mine hard, almost punishingly, and I feel myself getting damp between the legs.
Kiss me forever, you brute.
You know how when a guy and girl really like each other in a book, they talk about a spark between them?
With Nox, there is no spark.
No.
He bypassed the spark.
When Nox touches me, there’s nothing less than the whistling, shrieking explosions of fireworks.
Big ones.
The ones they save till the end of the show.
The ones people hang around to get a glimpse of.
Seriously.
That good.
My hands clutch at his head, dragging my nails through his short hair, and I pull myself even closer to him. The move places his hard-on right where I need it and I moan again while he groans through our kiss.
I’m desperate for this to happen. Tonight is the night.
Rubbing my back, he slides his hands lower, places them on my hips and starts a motion, rocking me back and forth as our lips remain connected. Rubbing against each other, deeper and harder, my breathing turns heavy, and the flush rises up my neck and onto my cheeks. Pulling back from me, he watches me closely.
My eyes flutter.
His eyes darken.
The feeling of prickles in my belly and lower back warn me that something’s happening, but before I register what’s happening, it hits me, hard and powerful.
Digging my fingernails into his scalp, I gasp.
Well, this is new!
My heart races and my breathing hitches as my core contracts over and over again. I buck against him moaning long and low. Still rigid from the endless pleasure surging through me, he captures my mouth and kisses me hungrily.
Mouth on mine, Nox whispers, “Fucked up, baby.”
Fucked up?
My heart sinks. This is not going how I planned this going.
I open my mouth, but he speaks again before I get the chance. “I know what you need, baby.”
Closing my eyes, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me fiercely. Again and again.
And it’s better than good.
It’s fucking astounding.
***
Nox
Never had something so beautiful so close before. As soon as I walked into the bedroom, I saw the changes I was dreading.
Lily.
She finally saw the connection. She finally felt the chemistry. And, clearly braver than I am, she finally decided to risk humiliation to find out if what we have is something worth pursuing.
She’s killin’ me slowly, and she doesn’t even know it.
With every kiss. With every glance of her gorgeous green eyes. With every flip of her kick-ass hair. With every half smile. She’s killin’ me.
But watching her face as she came apart in my arms?
Fuck me.
I’d die a thousand deaths to see it again.
But that’s beside the point.
She’s in my care. And I’m going to take care of her.
I’m not falling for her. No. I’m not falling.
It’s too late to use present tense.
I fell fuckin’ hard.
Just hope she doesn’t figure that out.
Right now, though?
I know what she needs.
Chapter Fourteen
Firsts
Lily
“Oh God!” I almost shriek.
Nox’s arm tightens over my squirming belly and he lifts his head. “You ‘kay?”
Lifting my head, panting, I fight the urge to smack him and nod vigorously, “Don’t stop!” Then I push his head back down.
I feel his breath on me as he chuckles soundlessly. His tongue darts out, slowly lapping at my sensitive folds and I die.
I die.
Over and over and over again.
Okay, so let’s rewind here for a minute.
Earlier tonight, I laid it out for Nox.
Honest to God. Courage ignited like a spark low in my belly, and I knew tonight was the night.
It was a speak now or forever hold your peace moment.
You could call it a do or die moment.
Or even a stop being chickenshit moment.
Whatever you want to call it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Something akin to desperation took hold of me and I struggled with it. I fought it hard but it won out.
There’s desperation and then there’s desperation. Holding back was no longer an option.
I want Nox. I need Nox. And I’ll tell you how I know this.
Number one, he takes care of me, even though I can be a total shithead. Number two, he’s been nothing but good to me since our first motel adventure. He even smiles at me now. And it’s a nice smile. Number three, he trains me like he would anyone else. Never treating me like a girl. Only as an equal. Number four, he took pity on a scared girl and allowed her comfort when she needed it. A huge pro on the list.
Number five, every night before we sleep, he spoons me.
That’s right. Nox spoons.
And while he spoons me, he takes my hand, links our fingers together and holds them to my chest. Then, yes then, he buries his face into my hair and he sighs.
And that sigh…
Ugh.
That sigh.
It makes my heart flip around in my chest. It makes my nose tingle. It makes me feel beautiful. I’ve never had that before. Okay, so I’ve never had anyone before. But I’m thinking if a man like Nox, gruff and withdrawn,
can make a woman feel beautiful with nothing but a breath…
…I’m thinking that’s special. It feels special. And special, for me, is rare.
I don’t want to miss a second I have with him. And I had to let him know that. So after he let me kiss him, I know he felt what I felt. I know this because he made me come. See, he gave me one of my firsts. And it was amazing. But I secretly want him to have them all. I want that because he’s special.
Panting hard, my core tightens. Gripping the sheets tightly, I try in vain to elevate my hips but he holds me down firmly while torturing me in the best possible way. “Easy girl. Let it happen.”
Flushed and demanding, I struggle to be free, but he calms me with a whisper, “Got you, baby. Come for me.”
Frustration tears through me, “I can’t! It’s so close, but I- I- I can’t!”
His mouth closes over my ultra-sensitive bud and he sucks. White spots blur my vision. A sob tears out of me as my body trembles and shudders with release. I buck and jerk restlessly, feeling completely out of control. But it’s okay.
Nox has me.
My body quakes one last time before it becomes limp.
That was completely exhausting.
And totally what I needed.
Panting, I allow myself to take in the stillness of the room. I blink slowly, suddenly drowsy, when I feel Nox kiss the inside of my thigh and start to rise.
His head ascends and our eyes meet. He sees too much with those eyes.
It’s suddenly too much.
I’m overwhelmed.
I swallow hard. Blinking rapidly, I whisper through quivering lips, “Never had special before.”
Nox watches me carefully, not revealing what he’s thinking.
Never revealing what he’s thinking.
A second before I fall apart, his hand wraps around my ankle and he pulls me down the length of the bed. Catching me in his strong arms, he sits on the floor at the foot of the bed, pulling me into his lap. He cradles me and now it really becomes too much.
Shoving my face into his neck, gut-wrenching sobs break free from somewhere deep in my heart. “You don’t even know what you’ve done to me. And that really sucks because you’re so fucking great, and you don’t even know that.” Shuddering breaths, then, “And it hurts to feel this much now because it shows me what a goddamn, shitty life I’ve been living.” I pause, then whisper, “You’re really amazing, Nox.”