Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) (10 page)

Give me shelter

Tanya

Lying in Julian's arms makes me feel safer than I've ever felt, the warmth of his skin against my back comforting me more than he'll ever know. I want more of his touch but he's being hesitant.

Snuggling my ass tighter against his groin, I hear a tortured groan escape his lips. He's stroking my hair as it lays limp across the pillow between us.

I need him to help me forget today. Need him to erase the past five hours, like they never happened. Closing my eyes, I can see the panic stricken expression of the cab driver in the rearview mirror. I need distraction and I can think of no better way.

Turning over to face him I run my hand along his strong arm that's draped over me, the same muscular limb that's trying not to linger in certain areas that will lead me on. I have slightly different plans. I lean into his neck and gently kiss the straining tendons that lay beneath his musky smelling skin. Mmm, I love his smell. It ignites things inside me that I don't think have ever been awoken, a desperate need to be claimed. In the past I could take or leave sex but with Julian, I need it. Have to have it. Never have enough.

His hand starts to pull back, retreating with the rest of his body and I sigh in frustration. “Please Julian? I need you to make me forget his touch. Just for tonight I want to forget about today. Tomorrow I'm sure it will all hit me again. With all the questions from my friends and family. I won't be able to escape it. Tonight I just want to forget,” I plead with him and earn another groan from his mouth, the mouth that I want to feel all over my body.

“I'm trying to be good here Tanya. You're not helping.” His gorgeous sad eyes stare back into mine and he brings his hand up to my face, stroking from my chin to my forehead, like a whisper from a feather and I melt. I can't take no for an answer. I won't.

“Make love to me Julian. Make me forget. Just...., please? I need to forget.”

He doesn't give me a verbal answer. Instead, pulls me closer to him until I can feel his hardness against my stomach, digging into me so deep I can feel it in my soul. I don't care what I thought about our careers before. His touch is the only one that I want. The only one I'll ever need.

His mouth comes crashing into mine and he kisses me sweetly before running his tongue over the seam of my lips and I open for him, gracefully, slowly, softly parting, letting his breath linger with mine. This is the single most passionate kiss I have ever experienced, timid almost as if I'm going to break like a fragile porcelain doll tumbling from a shelf high above the ground. Even if I was, I don't have a doubt in my mind that this man in my arms would be able to pick up the pieces and put me back together.

Reaching into his boxers, I grab his stiffness in a tight fist and stroke him from base to tip a few times before he breaks the kiss.

Pulling away he asks, “Are you sure? I don't want to push you too far after what happened today.”

I continue to stroke, gently at first and then harder, faster and take his mouth with mine again in answer.

He rolls himself under me on the bed and I straddle his chest. The only material separating us is my thin silk panties and I rise to remove the barrier.

Settling back down, skin to glorious skin, I rub my pussy along his torso, coating him with my wetness that’s seeping out like nectar, sweet and sticky. My aroma fills the air and he places his hands on my hips and pulls me up so that I'm now straddling his face.

“I need to taste you. It's all I've been able to think about since last night,” he breathes and I feel it like a soft caress against the heated skin of my core before he takes my swollen pearl in his mouth and sucks hard, making me buck wildly from the sensation.

“Yes,” I hiss and press myself harder against his mouth.

He skillfully runs his tongue the length of my slit while spreading my lips with both hands. His thumb is rhythmically strumming my clit and he switches up, plunging his stiff tongue into my depth and licking my inner lips, making me writhe in ecstasy as I coat his face with the honey from my orgasm.

My body is still shaking slightly from pleasure as he settles me over his still covered erection. He's breathing heavily when he asks, “Can you reach the drawer to get a condom?” and gestures towards his nightstand.

Lifting myself off of him to stretch my arm out, I retrieve the requested protection. I can feel him take advantage of my movement and remove his boxers.

“May I?” I ask with a gleam in my eyes that matches his while I sit just below his shaft. His heavy balls barely grazing my aching pussy. Suddenly I have a wicked thought to return the favor and scoot further down the bed.

“Whoa,” he shouts as I encase his tip with my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness that's leaked there. “Fuck baby that feels good.”

With his words urging me on, I take his entire length to the back of my throat and back again, licking his shaft on my way back down. My face reaches the trimmed nest of hair beyond his base and I flick my tongue out to taste his heavy sack and earn another expletive from him, encouraging me to go faster, suck harder until my lips are yanked away from his glorious cock and he's lifting me.

“I can't take it baby. I need to be inside of you when I cum,” he says. Taking the foil packet from my hand he tears it open and sheaths his glistening cock. Wet with my saliva it slides down his length effortlessly.

He lifts me once more and slams me down hard and fast, filling me in one swift move. “Holy shit,” I scream at the intrusion. “Fuck me Julian. God. You feel so....” My words are cut off when his hand reaches between us and he pinches my clit with his fingers, driving me wild, making me buck and shake on his shaft.

His hips are slamming up against me and I don't know how much longer I can go before I explode. I bend down to take his mouth but he stops me, pulling me down to take one of my stiff nipples in his mouth.

With one hand wrapped around my middle, holding me down, he releases the other that's working frantically on my swollen bud to pay homage to the breast that until now was being ignored.

If I thought I was ready to explode before I was dead wrong. My muscles start to constrict around him and he releases me from his mouth with a pop. “Not yet baby. Get on your knees,” he growls and flips me, ass up to his perusal and I know I'm lost to this man. I’m suddenly willing to give him control in everything.

His hands massage my ass, spreading my cheeks to his gaze and I know what he sees, my pink lips swollen, wet and needy for him. I feel his breath on me, slowly blowing on my heated flesh and his tongue follows, pushing me over the edge into another orgasm so strong it rips me in two.

My pussy still pulsing, I feel him plunge into me hard, pumping a few times before holding me still against him and I feel his release hot and heavy inside of my tight channel as a third orgasm shoots through me, chasing, even stronger than the first two. I collapse on the bed, his weight falling on top of me. He tilts my head and takes my lips in a soothing kiss and all of his feelings seep into me and I know he's it for me. He's ruined me for all other men.

My phone ringing wakes me up. Julian has his arm draped across my stomach and I look over at his handsome face.

I am one fucking lucky girl.

Trying my hardest not to wake him, I reach out for my phone on the table next to the bed and he tightens his grip on me, pulling me closer.

Giving up on my attempt to get my phone, I face him and I'm mesmerized again by his strong features. I softly graze his face with my fingers and lean in to kiss his still sleeping lips. I could stay in bed with him forever and never get tired of this. The contentment I feel in his arms, much like my very own personal shelter from everything that could ever hurt me.

Slowly I wriggle out from his arms and sit on the edge of the bed. I grab my phone and unlock the screen, seeing I have six missed calls, two from my parents’ house and four from Ashley. Snatching the discarded shirt lying on the floor I throw it over my head before leaving the room so I don't wake Julian up when I call her back. My parents can wait a few minutes. I'm sure my brothers have filled them in.

She answers on the first ring. “Oh my God Tanya, are you okay? Tell me everything. How the fuck did he get to you? Did he hurt you? Did he really kill someone? It's all over the news.” I let her finish without interruption. I know how she gets when she's all excited. No amount of words can make her stop.

“First off I'm fine although a little shaken from what I witnessed. Yes he did kill the driver. He says he killed his wife and her family but he was so crazed I don't know what to believe. I'll thank God every day that they found me Ashley,” I breathe out a sigh of relief as I remember them storming into the hotel room.

“Again; how did he know how to get you? I don't get it. You hardly ever take a cab.”

“I don't know. The police are looking into it. They think he might have had me bugged. He's lost it Ashley. I definitely didn't recognize the man I thought I loved.”

“Can I see you today? I just want to hug my best friend.” She bursts into tears on the other end and I know she won't be pacified until she sees me. I'm not sure if Julian's going to let me out of his sights today and I tell her as much.

“That's fine. He can come too. Or maybe I can go there?”

“I'll ask him. Let me text you after he wakes up. I need to call my parents and let them know I'm okay. See you later Ashley. I love you like you were my sister. You know that right?”

She sniffles a few times before answering. “I know Tanya. I love you too. See ya.” And she ends the call. My eyes are a little moist from our conversation. Shit, if the roles were reversed I'd be the same way.

Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I feel it again, the safety in his embrace. The feeling that's too young to identify. Stronger than what I had with Eric but surely not love yet, right? “Good morning beautiful,” he whispers in my ear and turns me to face him.

“Good morning.” I blush as I remember the night before and bury my face in his neck to breathe in his now familiar scent.

“How are you feeling?” he asks and I look up to see a concerned expression on his face. One that I don't think I ever saw from Eric. What was wrong with me then? Settling for someone. Is that what I did? Settled?

“I've been better. I'll get through this I promise. I just need some time.” I wipe away at the tears that I hadn't realized were slipping down my cheeks.

“Of course you will. What you witnessed was traumatic. I'm surprised you were so insistent last night. I was so sure any physical contact would push you over the edge that I'm sure you're on. I didn't want to be the one to send you there. I promise I'll be patient with you. I'm not going anywhere.” His declaration makes me feel a whole lot better and I let out a shaky sigh.

I move away from him to walk into the living room and take in my surroundings. I can't help but think I could get used to the rustic feel of his house, masculine but elegant at the same time.

“I need to call my parents,” I tell him.

“We can do one better. Let me get you a pair of shorts and I can drive you over. I'm sure you'd rather see them and grab a fresh set of clothes. I couldn't help overhear some of your conversation with Ashley. Why don't you let her know we're heading over there and she can meet us.”

“I would love that. Thank you. And I think I will.” The smile that crosses my features is genuine and I can't help feeling that Julian knows exactly what I need, when I need it.

                                *****

My mother runs from the house in tears and drags me from the car, engulfing me in her arms. She takes my face in her hands carefully looking me over. “Thank God you're okay. I was so worried something bad had happened to you. Well I know something terrible did happen but oh, it could have been so much worse.” She takes a deep breath, settling herself before turning to Julian, who’s made his way to where we're standing.

“Mom, meet Julian Martin. Julian, this is my mother Lisa.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Mitchell. Tanya has told me so much about you,” he says making my mother blush. Can’t say that I blame her. He is quite the looker.

“The pleasure is all mine Julian, and please call me Lisa. I cannot thank you enough young man. I will be forever grateful to you. Please come in the house.” She turns back to me before continuing. “I know your father's dying to see you.”

We follow her in the house where my father's waiting with open arms and I run into his embrace, burying my face in his chest and letting the dam burst. “Daddy, I want you meet Julian.”

Julian holds out his hand to my father and he takes it briefly in his giving it a quick shake. “Thank you for helping my little girl. I don’t think I could ever repay you.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Mitchell.” My father doesn’t offer his first name like my mother, but I honestly think he’s too stressed out.

I'm being pulled along to where, I'm not sure, until my frame hits the soft cushions of the sofa. I unlock myself from my father's hold and settle for the long conversation to come. I would honestly rather be back at Julian's forgetting all about this mess the same way I did last night. I know it won't make this go away but it sure seems easier.