And that didn’t scare me.
My hand moved up the center of her back until I reached the area just below her shoulder blades. I pulled her closer toward me so I could kiss her. My other hand still guided her up and down my length, needing to feel that wet pussy at the exact same time. My tongue circled hers, and the feel of her small mouth made my cock ache to explode. But I kept myself in line, taking my job as her lover very seriously.
I wanted to do this all night.
Losing sleep affected my workday and slowed my productivity. It was difficult for me to pay attention, and I had less energy to work out in the morning. But I wouldn’t change anything because these were the nights I lived for. I was a king in my castle, and this gorgeous woman was my queen.
My scotch queen.
I washed off in the bathroom because I was so sweaty. I didn’t mind the heat during sex, but once we were finished, I needed to feel cool. I pulled on a new pair of boxers and felt the sleep creep behind my eyelids. I had just had a powerful orgasm, pouring my come deep inside my woman, and now I was ready for bed.
I returned to the bed and saw her lying on her side of the bed, facing the window with her back to me. That was how she always slept, never crossing the invisible line in the center of the bed. She didn’t snore, but I could tell when she was sleep. Her breathing was different, deep and gentle.
I got under the sheets and felt my eyes close immediately. With a bed this big, there was plenty of space for both of us. We never crossed paths in the middle of the night. Her legs didn’t graze mine, and my hand never came into contact with hers.
It was nice.
But now I itched for something different. I loved feeling her soft skin against mine during sex, but I wanted to feel it more often than that. I wanted to my cock against her ass, her chest against my arm. I wanted to feel her body rise and fall with the breaths she took.
I crossed the invisible line and came to her side of the bed. My arm circled her waist, and I adjusted her against me, getting my cock in the crack of her cheeks and my chest right against her back. I could feel her breath, feel her pulse.
She stirred at the touch and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes foggy like she was still asleep. Her arm circled mine, and she laid her head down again, going back to sleep without saying anything.
Being beside her was far more comfortable than sleeping alone. Every breath she took felt like a gentle lullaby. Her smell enveloped me and made my subconscious think of a field of flowers. I began to slip away immediately, dreaming of sunny skies with this beautiful woman beside me.
I didn’t think of the people who betrayed me, my dead family, or the other bullshit going on in my life. When I was with her, all of that grief ceased to exist. It was just the two of us. It was the first sense of joy I’d had in a long time.
Maybe ever.
9
London
My plan was working.
I didn’t think he was in love with me yet, but he certainly felt something for me. The second he crossed that threshold and wrapped his arm around me, I knew our relationship had been taken to a whole new level.
I was anxious to test the waters.
I was anxious to get home and resume the life that had been taken away from me. I would be in a different semester in school by now. We would have moved on from the respiratory system and moved on to cardiology by now. I could have had a list of cardiac patients in the hospital that I was working with.
But I was here—trapped.
I could have had many normal conversations with my brother, talking about his bogus insurance job and my time in school. I could have gone out with my friends on Friday night as soon as our shift at the hospital ended. I never celebrated my birthday because no one in this new life even knew when it was.
He took all of that away from me.
A part of me felt bad for manipulating him like this, using sex and affection to make him see me as something more than just a possession, an act of revenge. But my brother’s life was on the line, and my life had already been taken away from me. I was an innocent person living an ordinary life when he took all my hopes and dreams away.
I shouldn’t feel bad at all.
I would judge myself for not doing everything possible to escape. To accept my fate would be pathetic and shameful. I only had one life to live, and I certainly wasn’t going to spend it being Crewe’s prisoner.
I deserved to be free, for god’s sake.
I needed to organize a plan and find a solution to this problem. The only way I could do that would be to communicate with Joseph, but I had no way of doing that.
Unless I asked Crewe if I could call him.
He might say yes if I played my cards right.
It was worth a shot.
I sat in the southern garden and looked across the hillsides to the mountains beyond. Even though we were just minutes from the city, from this view, it seemed like we were in the middle of nowhere.
I was so far away from home.
The sun was setting so it was almost dark. Dinner would probably be ready soon, and Crewe would be looking for me, expecting to see me in the bedroom where I waited for him every day like a dog.
He eventually found me sitting on the stone bench in the garden. He’d already showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, looking just as sexy as he did when he was in his suit. All my actions were geared toward manipulating him, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. The sex was amazing. I wasn’t lying when I said he was the best I’d ever had. I’d never met a man more beautiful in my life.
He didn’t say a word as he took the seat beside me, his brown eyes on me.
I leaned toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, a sensual one that lacked tongue. It was slow but purposeful. When I pulled away, I could tell he didn’t want the kiss to end. I moved to his side on the bench and admired the view.
His arm draped over the back of the chair, his fingertips touching my shoulder. “What are you doing out here, Lovely?”
“I came out here a while ago and lost track of time…”
His hand moved to the back of my head, and he gently touched my hair, his fingers working my scalp. Affectionate touches like that were becoming more frequent. He stopped grabbing me by the neck when he wanted something and treated me like a human being. “Something on your mind?”
There was my opportunity. “Kinda. It’s nothing important, and I don’t want to bore you with it.”