His breath hitched, the hot air caressing the side of my face. “Use me, little one.”
Oh, I would. I would take everything I had needed from him. This would be the first time for us since the van. A part of me was nervous that nothing would ever be the same but I knew with time, we would get past this hurdle that life had thrown our way.
“I will, Coby,” I whispered. “I will use every inch of you.”
“Fuck, yes.” His fingers pinched my nipple, igniting a soft cry to leave my lips.
His cock grew beneath my touch. I caused that. I made him feel good. No one else. Me. He was mine. Every inch of him was mine. This possessive need to claim him as such took control.
When the elevator came to a stop, I grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the hall.
With his hands still on me and my fingers wrapped around his clothing covered cock, we stumbled down the hall until we reached the doors to his apartment.
I unlocked the door and pushed him inside, kicking the door closed behind me.
His eyes were black, so damn dark, his pupils were no longer there.
Stripping out of my clothes, I tossed them aside and waited.
He did the same, standing naked and so fucking hard, my mouth watered. But then I saw them. Cuts. Scratches. Bruises. Deep wounds that had been stitched up. Tina’s mark. Well fuck her. I was going to replace her touch with mine.
“Sit on the couch,” I demanded, my voice firm.
He did as I said, his cock jumping under my command.
Under normal circumstances, I would have liked that he enjoyed being told what to do. But this wasn’t normal. Was it?
Kneeling in front of him, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Knowing she had done the same made my stomach twist. I pulled at his dick, tugging and squeezing until his hips bucked under my touch.
“Fuck, Brogan,” he groaned, beads of sweat coating his brow.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I swallowed him whole. When he reached the back of my throat, I breathed through my nose and sucked him hard and rough.
“Shit.” His fingers brushed into my hair, urging me deeper.
I gagged around him, releasing him with a pop. Licking my swollen lips, I kissed and licked up his torso. Every cut. Every scratch. The pain would be replaced by me.
Once I reached his mouth, I straddled his lap and dropped my body onto his cock. Circling my hips back and forth, I rode him fast.
His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass, encouraging me to move harder.
My hips slammed against him, my pussy tightening around his length.
When he didn’t say anything and only watched me, I rode him even faster.
“Fuck,” he leaned his forehead against mine, his hot breath fanning my face. “Baby, fuck me faster.”
I smiled, licking along the seam of his mouth before delving between his lips.
He growled, cupping my nape and deepened the kiss. “Take me.”
“I am,” I whispered against his mouth. “I’m taking all of you.”
“Yes,” he lifted me and laid me back on the couch with me beneath him. “I love you, Brogan.”
“Fuck,” I cried out when he thrust forward. “I love you too.” Tears welled in my eyes. “I love you so damn much.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Don’t you fucking stop loving me.” His hips sped up, his cock thrusting violently into my body.
I trembled, shaking beneath him and wrapped my arms around his back. My nails dug into his skin, scratching down his muscles until they cupped his ass. Lifting my hips, I took him as deep as possible forcing us both to shout out.
“Come for me, little one. Come all over my dick. Claim me, baby.” His teeth sunk into my neck, his fingers curling between mine. We linked hands, holding each other as we proved our love to each other.
“Come inside me, Coby.”
“I will,” he brushed my hair off my forehead. “I’m going to come all over you.”
“Yes.” I moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Come, baby. Come fucking hard.”
He snarled, pushing forward until his body shook. He reached between us, pinching my clit.
I screamed, my body shattering around him.
With a final thrust, my name left his lips on a hard roar as he coated me with his release.
I sighed, wrapping my body around him and held him tight against me.
“I will never deserve you,” he petted his hand over my hair before pinching my chin to meet his mouth. “But I will spend my every breath until the very last one, proving how much I love you.”
Turning on my side, I brushed the back of my hand down his cheek. “I know.” I took a breath. “God, I know that.” I sat up, rubbing my hands up and down my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking down at him.
“What are you sorry for?” he asked, pulling me back into his arms.
“I’m … I wish I could bring her back so I could end her all over again. I don’t want you to judge me,” I muttered, swallowing past the hard lump in my throat. Confessing my true feelings lifted some of the added weight that had fallen on my shoulders but with anything, time was the only thing that could truly help us.
Coby pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I could never judge you. You saved me, baby.” He kissed my nose. “I would have done the exact same thing if the situation was reversed. But I need you to do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. Just don’t stop loving me.”
“Never,” my eyes welled. “I could never stop loving you.”
“Good,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I breathed him in. His scent. His desire. Everything that made up Coby Porter.
His body became tense, shaking against me. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, laying us back down on the couch.
Coby lifted his head, staring down at me with nothing but love. He swallowed hard. “I … fuck …” his eyes shone, glossing over with unshed tears.
Our emotions took hold of us as we lay wrapped in each other’s arms.
He kissed me repeatedly, pouring all his love into his touches until they would forever be burned on my skin.
When his mouth came down hard on mine, he forced new breath into my lungs.
We had spent the rest of the night like that. Falling asleep only to wake up and take our pain and undying want out on each other. Neither of us complained, even when we were sore and exhausted. I never thought it would happen, especially what we had been through recently, but I fell in love with him a little more. He understood that I had needed time. And I understood that when he woke up during the night from his nightmares that he would use me until he passed out again.
For the next couple of days, we would only get out of bed to eat and shower. We didn’t see anyone. We didn’t talk to anyone. We had each other. It was a start to our healing. It would take time. It would take a shit ton of time but I loved Coby with every fiber of my being. Until then, we would grow and love as one. No one could take that away from us.
A month later
“Why have you come to see me?”
Brogan squeezed my hand in reassurance, nodding for me to answer the doctor’s question.
“I was ordered by the hospital to see a therapist but I felt it wasn’t enough. I’ve heard that you’re good at what you do and you don’t take any shit.” I shrugged. “It’s what I need … what we both need right now.”
Dr. Santos sat back in his chair, placing his notepad on the table beside him. “You’re military.”
“Yes, a Navy SEAL.”
“So, with the stress of your career and what happened, you felt it was due time to see a psychologist.”
“Yes,” I nodded, pulling Brogan tighter into my side.
The doctor caught that movement and pointed in our direction. “From the information the hospital gave me, this has affected both of you.”
“T
hat’s right,” Brogan answered. “But the hospital only knows what they saw. We didn’t give them every detail.”
“I understand,” Dr. Santos tented his fingers. “You remind me of another couple I know.”
“We do?” I frowned. “You only just met us.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dr. Santos shook his head. “I can see it. You went through shit,” he pointed at me. “And you are getting the brunt of it,” he told Brogan.
“Something like that,” she muttered, holding my arm in her lap.
“I’m happy to help you both work through this but I will warn you, I’m honest and I won’t hold back. I also need to know everything.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
“Are you willing to work with us?” Brogan asked, chewing her bottom lip.
Dr. Santos smiled, his dark eyes shimmering with warmth. “I am.”
***
“Do you like him?” Brogan asked later that evening.
I pulled her against me, running the cloth over her shoulders, her torso and into the water. I reached between her legs, rubbing the fabric back and forth over her center. “I do.”
She shivered, cupping my knee. “Do you think he’ll be good for us?”
Focusing on that sweet part of her that still tingled on my tongue, I cupped her throat. “Yes,” I answered and nibbled the soft spot under her ear.
She moaned, cupping my hand between her legs and guided me. “Do you …” her breath hitched. “Fuck.”
I chuckled, let go of the cloth and covered her hand with mine. “I think he’ll help us move past this,” I said, my voice low and pushed her finger inside of her body.
Brogan whimpered, her hips moving back and forth against her hand. “There are some things he won’t help us with though.”
“I know, baby,” I kissed her fully on the mouth. “I know.”
I spent the rest of the night making love to her body. And I would spend the rest of my life showing her just how much I was in love with her.
Time was the true master in this situation and only with it, could we move on.
Tina was dead and Zane had disappeared like the coward he was. Although they weren’t around, they left a dark spot on my soul. Because of them, I would never forgive myself. But they did show me just how much I loved this woman and what I was willing to do to keep her safe.
Leah may have been my first love, my wife, the mother of my unborn baby.
But Brogan was the air in my lungs, the life in my veins.
She was the beginning to my end.
We shared the same darkness and for the first time in our lives, we didn’t run from it. We ran towards it.
***THE END***
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Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
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Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Epilogue
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