Rock With Me(36)

He tangles his fingers in my hair and watches them comb through it. His knuckles brush down my cheeks. He’s softly touching me, and he’s quiet for so long I don’t think he’s going to talk at all, when finally he starts to speak, so quietly that if I weren’t just a few inches from his mouth, I wouldn’t be able to hear him.

“When I met Meg, she was tiny. Underweight. She was all red hair and long limbs. And she was so scared.” He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine, remembering the little girl he loved. “I was headed for bad things. Bad people. But then she came to the foster home I was in, and she became mine.”

He takes a breath, swallows hard, and keeps talking. “She followed me everywhere, and I didn’t mind. If my friends didn’t want her around, they weren’t my friends anymore.”

“You’re kindred spirits,” I whisper to him and he nods.

“Yeah, and I knew what it was like to be thrust into foster care at her age. So I claimed her. I taught her how to play guitar. And when I got placed elsewhere, I made sure I always had a job so I could pay for her to have a cell phone.”

He brushes my hair back from my face as he speaks, his eyes distant, lost in another time.

“We’ve always looked out for each other. Even when things were really shitty; and they did get really shitty, we had each other.”

He swallows hard again and swears under his breath, and I feel his muscles tense even further under my hands.

“And now I learn tonight that she’s been struggling for years and I wasn’t here to take care of her.”

“Leo, she’s a grown woman. She made her choices for a reason.”

“Yeah, because I hurt her.” He shakes his head and growls in frustration. “I knew it would hurt her to leave her here, but damn it, she’d just started her career, and chasing this music thing can be unpredictable and brutal. I didn’t want that for her.” He kisses my forehead, as though he just needs the contact, and runs his hands up and down my back. “I made sure she was set to receive that royalty money so that I wouldn’t have to worry about her financial situation.”

“Meg doesn’t care about the money. She’s all about the people she loves,” I remind him.

“I know.” He sighs. “I love that girl more than just about anything. It kills me that she was driving an unsafe car.”

“Sweetie,” I whisper and kiss him softly, needing to comfort him. “She’s okay.”

His arms tighten around me again and he pulls me into a hug, tucking my face against his neck.

“And now I have you.” His hands continue to run up and down my back. “Another stubborn woman.”

He grips my shoulders and pulls me up so he can look me in the eye again. “I know you’re strong and independent and I respect that, but this is who I am, Sam. I take care of what is mine. You’re mine.”

He waits for me to argue, but I can’t. I feel tears prick my eyes, and I bite my lip.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Just let me do what I do best, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“It’s hard for me to let people in, Leo.”

“I’m already in,” he reminds me. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Yet.

His hands wander under the shirt, making my body come alive. He lifts me so I’m straddling his naked lap and unbuttons the shirt, peeling it down my arms to throw it on the floor, but I rescue the condom from the pocket and grin at his raised eyebrow.

“I’m a planner.”

“I see.” He pulls the sleeves over my hands and throws it to the floor.

“That’s better,” he whispers and leans forward to capture a nipple in his lips.

“God.” I grip his soft brown hair in my fingers and hold on as he wrecks havoc on my body. His hands cup my ass; his lips are all over my breasts and neck.

Finally, he lifts me, takes care of the condom, and slowly fills me, kissing me gently.

“You. Are. So. Amazing.” His soft lips brush over mine, back and forth, over and over again as he begins to move inside me. “Rock with me, baby.”

And we begin to rock in the chair, so the chair is doing all the work, pushing his cock in and out of me, our arms wrap around the other and cling, our faces touching from forehead to nose, and we just lose ourselves in each other until I don’t know where I end and he begins.

“So close,” he whispers and bites his lower lip, and I feel my own climax approaching, my body tightening, thighs beginning to shake.

“Me too.”

“Go over with me,” he demands softly and catches my lips with his as I cry out, my orgasm consuming me. He growls low in his throat and follows me over, panting and clenching his hands on my ass.