Silent Scars (Surviving #4) (31 page)

My thrusts were jerky and uncontrolled.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed as my balls tightened and tears rolled down my face. She cupped my cheeks and kissed away the tears as I emptied myself inside her. I ruined everything, our first time. I clung to her, letting my fear go. Dissolving the pain inside me.

“I’m sorry,” I choked as I buried my face in her neck.

“I’m here. I’ll always be right here,” she said, pressing her hand to my heart. “I’ll never let go.”

I released it all, everything inside me cracked open, and I flooded her with all my pain.

***

I finished making coffee and was placing Aloura’s toast on the tray when my cell rang. I reached out and picked it up from the counter.

“Hey.”

“Morning. How’s things?” Will asked.

I couldn’t help but smile because things were fucking fantastic. Aloura was currently naked in
my
bed after making love to me all night. The woman was insatiable. Actually I’d woken her twice because I couldn’t resist that sweet pussy.

“Couldn’t be better. How are you?” I grinned. Now I understood the saying “you need to get laid.” Will remained silent for so long I thought the call had disconnected. “Will?”

“Is this Ryan?”

“Don’t be a dick. What did you want?”

“Erm... I’ve forgotten. You’ve thrown me with the happy shit.”

I laughed. Honest to God, I laughed.

“Right, that’s it. Emily...” Will bellowed over the phone. “Call the police. Someone has kidnapped Ry, and I’m talking to a happy impersonator.”

“Fuck off.”

“Seriously, what is with you?”

“Nothing, I’m just happy.”

“You high?”

“On life,” I joked, not caring I sounded like a fucking sap.

“Oh, shit...you
didn’t.”

“What?”

“
Fuck
you did.”

“Will, I'm beginning to think you are the one that’s high.”

I heard Emily in the background chatting to Will.

“I haven’t asked yet,” Will said. “Okay.”

“Will, what do you want? I need to take Aloura her breakfast.”

He made a weird choking sound before speaking. “Jo called. We’re taking the kids to the park for a picnic. We wondered if you wanted to come. And before you stress about it, I have four guys on point ready to follow. They’ll be in the background if we need them.”

“I’ll ask Aloura, but I think she’ll be up for it. Want us to bring anything.” 

“No. Just your crappy soccer skills.”

I chuckled and said goodbye. I was placing my cell on the tray when she appeared in the doorway to the lounge.

Holy shit!

“Morning,” she said shyly. She fiddled with the hem of the shirt she was wearing,
my
shirt. God she looked fucking incredible.

“I borrowed your shirt...Superman?” she giggled, pointing at the logo.

“It was a present from Alfie.” And it was. He’d bought me it for Christmas. I never looked that great in it though. The shirt was massive on her, hitting mid-thigh, but the S looked fan-fucking-tastic over her gorgeous tits. “Are those my socks?” I asked. They were pulled up just below her knees.

“My feet were cold.”

Her feet...

She was trying to kill me. Standing looking innocent and coy and like a porn goddess all rolled into one perfect package. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her glasses perched on her button nose. My Superman shirt covering her sexy body and long white socks.

There was no point trying to hide my erection in my skivvies. We had passed the point of me hiding, so this morning I had climbed out of bed, pulled on my boxers, and headed to the kitchen to make her breakfast.

“Come here,” I commanded. She held eye contact as the minx bit that plump bottom lip. I lifted her coffee from the tray and held it out to her. She looked a little shocked at first but soon recovered, taking a hearty sip. When she moaned in bliss, my resolve nearly snapped.

“I made you breakfast.” I pointed to the tray and held out my hand to her. She took it, and I positioned her in front of her tray. “Eat, sweetheart.” I held up a piece of toast for her to take. I battled the grin threatening to overtake my face at her confusion. She leaned in to kiss me, but I avoided her and turned her gorgeous body to face the counter. I stood behind her and waited.

She lifted her coffee to her lips, taking a sip, before biting into her toast.

“Do you want to go to the park later for a picnic with the crazy gang?”

“Huh, yeah, okay,” she stuttered. I stepped in closer behind her, pressing my solid dick against her.

“Ryan...”

“Eat.” I ordered, placing my hands firmly on her naked thighs.

“What about you? Are you not eating?”

“I prefer something sweeter.” I scraped my teeth against the soft flesh of her ear lobe, moving my hand to cup her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties – Aloura was clearly trying to kill me. “Are you sore?”

“Yes. Amazingly so,” she whispered, leaning her head back against my shoulder.

“I'm going to kiss it better,” I said, running my fingers through her folds. Fuck she was ready for me. “Finish your breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” she rasped. My cock jerked against her ass. I slid my finger inside her, pulling a moan from her.

“What does my girl want?”

“You. Just you. Always you,” she cried out when I plunged another finger inside and pressed down on her clit. She gripped my wrist, holding me to her. I could make her come this way, but I wanted her in my mouth.

Keeping my body firm against hers, I slid down behind her. Getting to my knees, I put my mouth on her ass cheek and bit the plump globe. I loved her ass. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” She did and leaned forward, giving me perfect access to her sweet pussy. I brushed my cheek against the back of her thigh, peppering kisses on her inner thigh. I knew she loved the feel on my stubble. Using one hand to pump inside her, I teased her with my teeth on her sensitive inner thigh.

“Feel that, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“This is perfection. You and me are perfection.” My cock was aching to be inside her. I got on my back, the cold of the tiles harsh but a welcome coolant to my heated blood. Stroking my hands up and down her thighs, I had the best fucking sight in the world. Aloura, above me with a bare pussy spread open.

“Sit on my face. I'm hungry.”

She whimpered, but slowly lowered herself to me. Her knees either side of my head, I wasted no time. I gripped her thighs, lifted my face, and lapped at her wet pussy. Fuck, I was in heaven. I watched her. My magnificent girl rode my face, taking what she wanted. She had her head thrown back, her hands pinching at her nipples. My cock jerked, wanting attention. But the greedy fucker would have to wait. Moving my hands around her, I squeezed her ass cheek before pulling them apart a little so I could press my finger against her puckered hole. She tensed at first, but when I added a little pressure, she released a gorgeous sounding sigh. She leaned forward getting on all fours over me, giving me wider access to her ass. I sucked and licked at her pussy and rubbed her ass. Her thighs were quivering, I knew she was close. I added a little more pressure, and she went wild. She fucked my face, riding me hard, and I was her willing puppet.

“Oh...God...Oh I'm...”

I slid my finger inside her ass and sucked her clit hard. She gripped my wrist at the same time she cried out. I lapped at her until she pleaded for me to stop and moved away from my mouth. Aloura slid her body down over me and rested her head on my chest. She was breathing heavily, and I couldn’t help grinning. Satisfaction was a heady feeling.

“I’ve never. That was new,” she panted after a few moments.

“Good new?” I lifted my hands and cupped her face, holding it so I could see her eyes. I wanted the truth. Her lips were ripe. Her cheeks flushed – she had never looked more beautiful. And her scent was all over my face.

“Definitely.” She giggled. Making me groan because it caused her to press down on my aching cock. She stifled her laughter, but a wicked gleam entered her eyes. She pressed her hands to my chest and lifted up, grinding her hips down on to me. She reached inside the top of her sock and pulled out a foil packet.

“I came prepared.” Her sultry voice had me at her mercy. She placed it between her teeth and tore open the wrapper.

“Sweetheart...” I rasped as she shimmied down my body, gripping the elastic of my boxers.

“Ssh,” she whispered before placing a kiss to the tip of my cock. The thing almost smacked her in the face it was so fucking eager. Cupping my balls, she ran the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip. I gripped her hair in my hand and held her head away from me. Snatching the condom out of her hand, I shuffled awkwardly into a sitting position.

“Although I’d want nothing more than to fuck your mouth, baby, I need inside you.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the space beside me. “Knees – now.”

Intent on fucking killing me, she gave me a coy smile and
crawled
up my body. She planted a sweet kiss on my lips before smashing my resolve.

“Yes, Mr Senior.”

There was no finesse, no gentle cuddling. I pushed her down and pinned her to the floor, straddling her thighs. She was fucking squealing in excitement. Her ripe ass looked so amazing with my cock nestled between the crack. I lay over her back and placed my lips next to her ear, positioning my dick at her entrance. It was going to be tight this way.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Hurry.” Her arms were stretched out in front of her. Her cheek lay against the cool floor. I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to hers, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth as I pushed inside her heat.

Heaven.

My heaven

And I wasn’t letting go.

***

“We’re late,” Aloura huffed as we headed over the grass from the parking lot towards the picnic area. It was her fault we were late. There was no way a man could resist his woman in the shower covered in suds and dripping wet. I knew the gang was already there because I’d seen their cars. “Are you sure I look okay?” She fiddled with her hoody and pushed her glasses up her nose. God, she was adorable.

“You look fucking gorgeous.”

“Don’t swear in front of the kids, Ryan.”

I grinned because she was too much. I stopped walking and pulled her into me, kissing her soundly. Her eyes were glazed over when she finally opened them. “I need you to calm down, sweetheart. You look amazing. Relax you’ve met them all before.”

“Yeah, but we weren’t –”

“Fucking like rabbits,” I joked. The light dimmed in her eyes, and she averted her gaze.

“Yeah.” She tried to pull away, but I held her tighter.

“Or do you mean you weren’t
officially
mine.”

Her doe eyes gazed up at me, and her lips curled in a sexy ass smile. “Officially?”

“Sweetheart, I think we both know you were destined to be mine when you called me an
American Idiot.”
I cocked my brow, daring her to object.

“You called me a
Stupid Girl.”

“See, we were made for each other.”

I wrapped my arms around her when she burst out laughing and pressed her face into my chest.

“Uncle Ry!” came an angry little voice. I turned my head as Aloura lifted hers to see our avid audience.

Shit.

“What you doing?” Alfie asked.

“Erm...”

He placed his tiny fists on his hips and stared me down. “Did you steal my girl?”

Aloura released the most adorable giggle. My brothers –
fuckers
– were pissing themselves laughing, and Emily and Lou were having a silent conversation about buying wedding hats. I just knew they were.

“I was cold; he was just keeping me warm. You’re my guy,” Aloura said, stepping out of my arms and holding out her hand for my
nephew.
He pulled her away from me and headed over to the picnic area. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me before
winking
.

What the hell?

I watched them walk away. Okay, I ogled Aloura’s ass in those tight jeans, so sue me. But for once I felt alive and so happy.

I tried, really I did, to avoid glancing at the four pairs of eyes that were fixed on me.

“Okay, whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Just shut up.” When they continued to stare at me, I dug an even bigger hole. “Lock it down. We don’t talk about it. Not that there is anything. We have a code. We don’t talk about shit like that. So we done? We clear? It’s not up for discussion.”

It was like talking to statues. They all just silently watched me. I stepped forward to walk around them and paused when no one said anything.