Rescue us, p.15
Rescue Us, page 15
Continue practicing with each other, Cheesy instructed before heading toward me. He sat on the couch beside me, stretching out his long legs in front of him.
“How was your date with Cyrus?”
My head whipped around. You know about that?
He chuckled. “Word travels fast. Cyrus doesn’t date. Neither does Sammy. So when a woman catches their eye, people notice.”
Interesting.
“He likes you. He’s hardly at the clubhouse anymore.”
Cheesy didn’t have to tell me that. I already knew Cyrus liked me. I liked him too. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked him to come over and I definitely wouldn’t be spending as much time with him as I did.
My body heated. I could still feel his hands on me. His tongue deep in my mouth. His fingers in a part of my body that hadn’t been given to someone consensually in years. The fact that he had given me control when I knew that he needed it himself, said more than words ever could.
Do you like being a biker? I asked Cheesy, wanting to get the conversation off of Cyrus and me. Even though we had been dating for a few weeks, our relationship was still new, and I didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.
“I do. Which is funny because my dad is a cop, but he knows what I do and what club I’m trying to patch into.” Cheesy gave me a small smile. “Hell’s Harlem are good men. This chapter is anyway. Greyson spent years trying to clean it up and while Jaron isn’t as into it as his dad was, I know he wouldn’t do anything to screw up his father’s work. As long as his loved ones are safe at least.”
I nodded in understanding.
Piper took that moment to come into the large room. When her gaze found mine, she smiled. “Cyrus is here.”
My skin flushed at the thought of seeing him again.
I gave Cheesy a wave and followed Piper out of the room.
She stopped before we could head out into the reception area.
I frowned, wondering what kind of warning she was about to give me.
“I like you for him,” she said softly. “He smiles more. Even Jaron noticed it.”
I like him, I signed slowly for her. She was learning ASL but hadn’t kept up on practicing it like a few others had. But she still knew a bit, so I appreciated her trying.
“I know you do.” She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip. “I’m going to be honest with you. I warned him against seeing you originally.”
My eyes widened a bit.
“I know.” She sighed. “Cyrus is a big boy and can handle his own shit, but I know you’ve been through a lot.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know your story, not all of it anyway, but I know you’ll tell Cyrus when you’re ready, if you haven’t yet. Anyway, I just want you to know that I think you’re good for him.” Before I could stop her, she pulled me into a hug. “I also know that you don’t like touching or hugs but I’m hugging you anyway.”
I returned the embrace, not used to having female friends.
Her body stiffened before she gave me a final squeeze. “Be good to each other and talk. Not like Jaron and me. We struggled in the beginning. I don’t want that for you.” She released me and hooked her arm in mine. “I heard you’re going on another date tonight. Outside of your apartment anyway.”
I nodded, a smile spreading on my face.
“Good because I’d kick his ass if it was with another woman.”
A laugh escaped me.
She gently nudged me in the shoulder. “He’s outside. He picked me up and dropped me off, so we didn’t have to pack up Brynlee. Jaron has a playdate with her and a couple of the other fathers we know. Is it weird that I find that hot as hell?”
The thought of Cyrus playing with children, warmed my heart, so I understood.
Piper stopped when we reached the door and unlinked her arm from mine. “Anyway, enough of my random rambling. I just wanted to let you know that I like you together.” I like you with him. A lot.
I smiled as her hands stumbled over the words but was still able to make out what she was trying to say. You’ve been practicing.
“I’m trying to.” She grinned, nodding. I’ve been teaching Jaron and Brynlee too. She started backing up. “Go see him before he comes in here and tears the walls down to get to you.” She waggled her eyebrows.
I laughed, shaking my head. Taking a deep breath, I headed outside only to be met by Cyrus leaning against his large black SUV. He was puffing on a smoke, a faraway look on his face. When he caught me standing there, he pulled the cigarette from between his lips, blew out a gray cloud, and dropped the cigarette on the ground before stepping on it with his Shit-Kicker.
My breath caught at the mere sight of him.
He was wearing a black hoodie, his leather cut, and ripped blue jeans. The scruff on his jaw had grown in some but God, he was beautiful.
He crooked a finger, indicating for me to go to him.
My feet took me forward, carrying me to him. My sudden safety.
When I stood less than a foot away, I smiled up at him.
“Hi.” He cupped my jaw, tilting my head back and placing a firm peck on my mouth.
I sighed, breathing him in. The menthol had a sweet lingering taste.
“How are you?” he asked against my lips.
I leaned back. Not too bad. You?
“Better now,” he murmured, running his thumb back and forth over my jaw. “Spend the day with me?”
I thought we weren’t meeting until tonight?
“Oh, I’m still taking you on our date, but I want to spend the afternoon with you too. If you want to that is.”
I do.
A cheeky grin spread on his handsome face. “Good. Do you need to tell anyone you’re leaving?”
I nodded, pulling away from him. I rushed back into the building to grab my bag and let Jay know that I’d be leaving early for the day. She was good about it, since I never had a set schedule. I just had to work a certain amount of hours each week. She and the other owners were good with whatever I set my schedule as.
When I ran back outside, Cyrus was sitting in the driver’s seat. I joined him but as I shut the door and turned back around to ask him what we were doing, he captured my mouth in a hard bruising kiss.
My hands cupped the back of his head of their own accord, pulling him harder against me. I almost forgot where we were when a husky chuckle left him.
“I knew there was a little sex kitten inside of you.”
I laughed, lightly punching him in the shoulder.
He winked, kissing my nose and pulling away from me. “Don’t worry, babe. You can hide her from me for as long as you want but I promise you, I will eventually get to meet her.”
Today. He was going to meet her today.
Cyrus smiled at me every so often while he drove us to my apartment. “We’ll head to your place and hang out there for a little bit.”
I nodded but he couldn’t see me. Damn words. I needed to speak to him, but I didn’t know how. Maybe I never would. Could I give him my voice? Could I trust him enough to give him that part of me I hadn’t given to anyone since before I was taken?
My thoughts traveled to those five years where I was missing. I wasn’t even sure if anyone had looked for me. Did my parents demand for me to be found? Did they think that I just upped and left without saying so? Did they cry, shed a tear for our estranged relationship before they died?
So many questions bounced around in my head. Questions I would never get the answers to.
Even though I was now safe, a part of me would be missing forever.
“Hey.” Cyrus cupped my hands that were resting on my lap. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s over. You’re safe, baby, and I promise to protect you.”
I looked at him then, leaning my head against the back of the seat. I gave him a slight nod.
While he stared out at the road ahead of us, I couldn’t help but watch him. Really look at him then. He was beautiful. But it was more than that. He had an air about him that indicated how he would protect those he loved first before even considering himself. He had a big heart and I prayed that one day, we could give our hearts to each other.
No matter what came of this, he had already helped me so much that I could never repay him.
When my building came into view, my stomach tumbled a bit knowing that we would once again be alone. I remembered everything we had done already. How his hands felt. How he looked. How he made me feel. How he held me after I fell apart in his arms. How he consoled me after I woke from nightmares. I remembered everything about him, and I was greedy for more.
“I can feel you staring, pet,” he said, laughing.
My cheeks burned, like they always did whenever he caught me doing something I shouldn’t have been.
He glanced my way. “I like that blush on your cheeks. Makes me wonder what the rest of you looks like with that pink on your skin.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I laughed, shaking my head.
Cyrus brought my hand up to his mouth, running his lips back and forth over my knuckles.
Once we pulled into the parking lot, he found an empty space and killed the engine before turning to me. “I’m going to be honest with you, Ainsley. I haven’t stopped thinking about you and these past weeks together. But as much as I’ve enjoyed myself, I want to make sure that you’re okay.”
I undid my seat belt and slid a little closer to him before cupping his face. I only nodded, hoping, no, praying that he could sense how much he meant to me. How our time together, had given me a strength I never thought I would ever feel again.
I could never repay him for helping me put some pieces of my soul back together.
He glanced down at my mouth, licking along his bottom lip.
The air crackled around us, testing our limits.
“Let’s go before we get caught doing something in public that could get us in trouble.” He winked, kissed my forehead, and left the vehicle.
A breath left me on a whoosh. Sliding from the SUV, I closed the door.
Cyrus came up to my side, locked the vehicle, and held out his hand.
Slipping my fingers between his, I led us to my apartment building.
When we finally entered my place, Cyrus closed the door. “Don’t forget the code, baby.”
I entered it into the security panel as Cyrus clicked the lock into place.
As soon as I turned, Cyrus grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. I never even had a chance to take a breath as his mouth came down hard on mine.
“I missed you,” he murmured against my lips, pushing me up against the wall. “I know I saw you yesterday but fuck, pet, I missed you.”
Snaking my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer. I wanted to tell him how I missed him too but instead, I decided to show him.
Lifting my leg, I wrapped it around his waist and tugged him even closer.
He groaned, a soft curse leaving him. “Fuck, Ainsley.” He broke the kiss, trailing soft pecks down the length of my jaw. “You’re so damn passionate, I can feel you. I can feel all of you. Thank you.”
He thanked me often, knowing he had been the only person I gave any part of myself to.
His teeth found the side of my throat, igniting a low moan from the back of my throat.
“Geezus, that’s a sexy sound.”
Turning my head at the same time he lifted his, our mouths met in the middle. I grabbed onto his waist, unbuckling his belt.
He stiffened, grabbing my hands. “We can just kiss.”
I shook my head. I had every intention of waiting until tonight before I gave him all of me, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed him to help me feel normal. Even if it was a little bit.
“Ainsley.” He lifted his head, staring down at me. “We don’t have to.”
I pulled my hands from his. I need to feel normal. I need you to help me. I need...God, I need you, Cyrus.
“You have me, always. But we don’t have to have sex until you’re ready.”
I pushed him back, dropping both feet to the floor. I am ready now.
His eyes darkened. “You are fucking sexy when you’re frustrated.”
I huffed, pushing past him when he caught me around the middle.
“I don’t want you to regret anything we do,” he murmured against my ear. “I like you a lot, pet, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
I turned in his arms, my hands going back to his belt. I stared at him, waiting for a sign that he would push me away again.
“You want to use me?” he asked, his voice husky and deep.
I nodded.
“You need to use me?”
I nodded again.
“Then lead the way, pet. Show me what you want.” He kissed my cheek. “Take control. But I want to warn you.” His mouth brushed over the shell of my ear. “I will give you control for now, but I will eventually take it back.”
A breath left me at what he was offering.
Tugging on his belt, I walked backwards, leading him to my bedroom.
Along the way, Cyrus shrugged out of his leather cut. He threw it over the arm of the couch, followed by his hoodie and t-shirt.
The closer we got to my room, the harder my heart raced. Once we stepped into my bedroom, his belt was undone along with the zipper of his jeans.
“Keep going, pet,” he growled.
I spun us around, pushing him back onto the bed. A part of me knew that he only complied because he knew I needed this. That I needed to be in control even if it was just for a moment. He let me run the show, even if it was only the one time, it didn’t matter. The fact that he did so, forced this sense of awareness in me.
I had never been in control before and now that I had it, it was on a whole other level of power I thought I would never feel.
Cyrus kept his hands at his sides, keeping them to himself. “Your show, babe. Remember that.”
I nodded, bending at the waist and placing a kiss on his hip bone.
I tugged on his jeans, slipping them down his legs and off of him before tossing them to the side.
When he was naked, I stripped out of my own clothes, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes. No matter how many scars I had and how deformed the apex between my thighs was, the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“There’s a condom in my wallet,” he told me. “Before you ask, I didn’t put it there thinking I would get that part of you, but I put it there to be safe.”
I nodded. Thank you but you don’t have to explain.
“I didn’t want you thinking I assumed you would let me fuck you, pet.”
I stepped between his legs, placing a finger against his mouth. “Shhh...”
Cyrus’s eyes darkened.
Stepping away from him, I picked up his jeans and grabbed the wallet out of his pocket. Pulling the condom out of it, I turned toward him.
He was staring back at me, his hands still at his sides.
I let my eyes roam down the length of his hard, long body. His cock hit just below his belly button. It was fully erect, ready and waiting for me. My core clenched, aching to be filled by every pierced inch of him.
Dropping the wallet and jeans, I stepped back between his thighs. I opened the condom wrapper, slipping the rubber down the length of him.
Cyrus slid further up the bed, his feet dangling over the edge.
I slid onto the bed and straddled his waist. Rising to my knees, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking from base to tip.
His breath caught, his dark eyes watched me, but he still never touched me. I wanted him to but not yet. He knew I needed this, before I even knew that I did.
Running the tip of him over my slit, I shivered. It had been a long time for me and I knew this was going to hurt but feel so damn good just the same.
I slowly lowered a little, the head of his cock now inside of me. Blowing out a slow breath, the slight burn from him stretching me forced all air from my lungs.
Cyrus’s jaw clenched but he still never touched me.
Placing my hands on his chest, I took a deep breath and dropped my body onto him in a single hard move.
He shouted out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while a cry left my own mouth.
“Fuck, Ainsley.” He fisted the blankets beneath us. “So tight,” he panted.
The hairs on my body tingled, my eyes welling at the burn of something foreign being inside of my body. Lifting my body up a few inches, I slowly lowered back down and began riding him.
A groan fell between us, I couldn’t even be sure who made the noise.
Digging my nails into his chest, I used him as leverage and thrust my hips back and forth in hard, rough moves. I could feel the piercings lining his length, rubbing against the walls of my pussy. Knowing I was in full control made my body wetter and open to him even more.
“That’s it, baby. Take that control. It’s all yours.”
I took it, claimed it, and I made it fucking mine.
***
(Cyrus)
I had meant what I said when I told her that I didn’t put the condom in my wallet because I assumed we were going to have sex today. Sure, it would be nice, but it wasn’t something I needed or would even consider hinting at until she was good and ready.
But now that she was riding me, I was thankful for that condom. While I was clean, and I knew that she was as well when Piper told me they did regular tests at the center, I didn’t want to take any chances.
Ainsley whimpered, her body bouncing up and down on my cock.
She was a sight to watch. Her breasts swayed with the movements; her nails dug into my chest. Her long blonde locks fell down around her shoulders. A glow hit her cheeks and I vowed to keep that glow there if she let me.
“Harder, pet,” I told her.
She cried out, circling her hips back and forth.
“Harder,” I barked, knowing she needed to let herself go. “You won’t hurt me, so fuck me harder.”
Ainsley lifted her knees, crouched above my waist, and began slamming her body up and down onto my cock.
“Yes,” I panted. “Fucking hell, baby.”
For someone who hadn’t had sex in a while, she sure as hell knew what she wanted.
