Rescue Me(18)

Tears begin to slowly fall down her face and I wipe them away. “Don’t cry,” I murmur. “Not over him, and not over me. I can’t even begin to imagine the life you had to live, but Erin, you don’t have to live that life anymore. Let me be the one to rescue you, baby, and show you everything.”

So there on the bottom of the stairs, I bring my girl into my arms. As she lays her head on my chest, I stare at my punching bag imagining that instead of punching the hell out of it earlier, I was punching the hell out of a man who deserves to have the ever-loving shit beat out of him.

I follow Erin down the hall so we both can shower before leaving to go pick up Sierra and Lucy. A thought pops into my head and reacting on impulse, I stop dead in my tracks and turn around to face Erin, who runs right into me and nearly tumbles backwards.

“I told you I would catch you if you ever fell, pretty girl,” I say sarcastically. I stand there holding her in my arms as I wait for her response and when she bursts out laughing, I can’t help but laugh with her because the sound is so contagious. Her eyes are sparkling and her smell is intoxicating. The idea that I had pops back and I lean my head a little closer to hers as our moods shift and we both become more serious.

“I wanted our date to end the right way, with me kissing you goodnight.”

Her lips part and her breathing quickens, so I delicately touch my lips to hers. Just that small taste isn’t enough for me; I need to be consumed in her, so I part her lips and fuck, she tastes so damn good. All Erin.

I can’t be subtle with her anymore so I move us a few steps back, never taking my mouth from hers as I gently hold her up against the wall. We kiss for a period of time I know will have both of our lips swollen, and I don’t care. I need her to know she has already started to steal my soul. I want her to feel how desperate I am for her and that I will do anything to take away every bit of pain she has ever had.

She breaks our kiss first and as we both stand there panting and trying to catch our breath, I reach up and push a wayward strand of hair out of her face. I can see her chest rising and falling as she breathes heavily.

“That was the best kiss I have had in my entire life,” she finally gets out.

“Good, pretty girl, because you deserve nothing but the best,” I reply smugly.

“And he’s cocky, too?” she says with a grin on her face.

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t even get me started on cocky.”

“We need to get showered and pick up the girls in an hour,” she says, ducking under my arm as she lifts it out of her way. “We told them yesterday we would take them to breakfast. So move your cocky ass along, Lord knows I need a shower and I am a complete mess.”

“You’re a mess all right, Erin. A damn hot mess,” I counter back, but when I wait for her response all I hear is her shower starting. I walk into my own bathroom and lower my head and close my eyes as visions of Erin standing in the shower naked right across the hall enter my mind.

Adjusting the shower temp and ridding myself of my shorts, I step into the shower. Leaning back, I can’t seem to get Erin out of my mind. The way she talks, her striking blue eyes, her long legs. Everything about her screams perfection to me.

My cock has now grown instantly harder than it ever has before. I have never gotten myself off more than when I think of her. I am doing this almost daily. Grabbing hold of my cock, I start to stroke it as I close my eyes and dream that it is Erin who has her hands and her mouth all over me. As I think about how sweet her mouth tastes, I start to imagine how sweet her pussy is going to taste.

Oh, fuck.

I stroke faster and faster. It has been so long since I have had sex, let alone gone down on a woman. I love both, but ever since I went down to Texas to bring Erin here I have not had the desire to have anyone but her. Oh, Christ, Erin. What you do to me. I have never experienced these kinds of feelings before in my life. I stroke myself faster as I feel my release building and it doesn’t take long for me to feel the gentle and pleasurable penetration that floods through my cock as I spurt my release. How I want to make this woman mine in every way possible. I know she is not ready for that yet, but soon I will break through every wall she has because there is no way in hell I am letting her go.





Chapter Six

Erin



Hope. That is what I silently pray for as I throw on a loose fitting sweatshirt and my favorite pair of jeans. When I enter the living room, Adam is sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels.

“Ready?” I ask as I approach him and continue on into the kitchen to get my purse.

“Yup, and I am starving. Let’s go.” He advances towards me. “Damn, woman! You’re not wearing those jeans, are you? No fucking way.”