Broken Dreams(35)

“I’m only staying so I can protect you.”

“I can take care of myself, and if I can’t, Henry will.”

Nick looked defeated. “You don’t need me then.” He dropped his Sig in my hand and started for the door.

“Wait!” Claire yelled, and jumped up out of her seat. “Nick, don’t go. She may not need you to protect her, but she needs you here. You two could be the last of your family.” Her words grew quieter as she realized what she was saying. “Besides, I need you. I have no one to watch over me.”

I thought, Really, Claire? I do believe that Henry said, not that long ago, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to either one of us. I rolled my eyes.

“Right.” He looked down at his feet. “I’ll only stay if she wants me to then.” I was wondering if he was still processing what Claire said, or if he ignored it on purpose. I guess that was my cue to apologize, like a good sister.

“Please stay. I’m sorry. You’re my brother and I do love you.” Nick walked over and gave me a short, but tight, squeeze. He started reaching in his pocket and pulled out a quarter to determine who was sleeping on the couch.

“Call it, Nate,” he said, as he flipped the coin in the air.

“Tails, of course.” Nate smirked.

Nick showed me the quarter. “Darn. It’s heads.” He shrugged. It was tails. Nick was just trying to have some sort of control over something.

“Okay. Since all the sleeping arrangements have been made, I am going to bed. Don’t forget what Henry said.” Claire got up, and we both headed back. She put her arm around me and smiled.

“Make sure you get some sleep.” She winked at me. “Does Henry have any ear plugs I can borrow?”

I blushed. “I’m pretty sure we won’t be doing anything like that.”

We said goodnight to each other, and I headed to the bedroom, where Henry waited for me.



***



Henry closed the bedroom door, leaving the room lit only by the moonlight. As soon as he locked it, he jumped me. I didn’t care who he was. I still loved that man. His kisses made me feel excited and my nerves tingled from head to toe.

He pulled off his shirt and I ran my hands down his familiar, cool body. I knew he desperately wanted me. His breath caught in his throat as I ran my hands around the taut part of his jeans, where his thickness was demanding to make an appearance.

He peeled off my shirt and, in one move, unhooked my bra and threw it to the side. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. We dropped down together and he possessively pinned me down, rocking his hips into mine.

He rasped, “Let’s continue where we left off earlier.” He dove into my mouth, taking complete control. His strong, cool hands ran over my breasts, pausing for a moment. He released my mouth and took up shop at my swollen pink pretties. I moaned as his hands trailed down my abdomen. I took this opportunity to unbutton his jeans. Then, suddenly, he yanked my pants off.

“Henry...,” I whispered in his ear while he kissed my neck. I wrapped my hand around his thickness, and he groaned while I slowly stroked him.

He was panting as he looked me in the eyes. “I need you,” he growled, “right now.” He kicked off his pants. I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him greater access. He sunk himself into my begging, slick core. I tried hard not to make a sound, but he felt so good in me…stretching me, filling me.

He groaned when I sunk my teeth into his shoulder. He began his usual assault, pounding himself into me. I rose faster than normal. He put his hand over my mouth to contain my sounds when I cried out and fiercely pulsated around him.

I loved his method. He knew exactly how to please me, but then he would slow down to make it delectable, one slow stroke at a time. He knew it drove me crazy, and always had great hopes of forcing me over the edge more than once. He wanted to hear me beg him.

“Henry...”

“Hmm...?” he groaned as he slowly pulled out. His eyes danced in the darkness.

“Please, Henry.”

“Please what, my love? Tell me what you want.” His accent made me buckle.

“More. I want more of you.”

“More?”

“Yes. Please.” He pulled out and flipped me over. I made myself as taut as I could as he slammed back into me. He moaned so loud, I was afraid someone would hear.

“Shit,” he said, as he paused. He groaned as I kept myself as tight as possible. He began his assault again. Deeper and harder he went. I gasped as he pounded against my inner limits. I felt like he was getting some of his aggression out on me, but I loved every second of it. His breathing changed.

I knew he was close and I clamped down on him. I could picture his face: biting his lower lip, his eyes rolling back, his jaw slack. He looked so goddamn sexy when he’d come.