Love Renewed (Entwined Hearts #3) (30 page)

“Since when did you become so clued up on relationships?” I tease.

“That’s exactly what I was just thinking.” He grins over at me. “I’m still waiting.”

I huff and cross my arms but when he says nothing else just grinning, slowly I start to speak. “It’s just…well…I didn’t really realise we were a couple.”

“Fuck yeah, we are,” Dane answers with unwavering certainty. “You’re mine, I’ve told you that already, and I’m sure as fuck yours. In my world that means we’re a couple.”

“I just…there’s so much to talk about still,” I whisper my heart beating so fast it’s like a thousand butterflies in my chest.

“There is, you’re right, but that doesn’t make you any less mine Nova. And this may make me sound like an arse, but I don’t give a shit. You are mine, even if you don’t think you are, of that you can be certain, there is no discussion about that fact.”

My pussy sex clenches at his words. The demanding way in which he’s said them. It’s controlling, but not in the usual way men try to control women. The only real way he ever tries to control me is in the bedroom and that I can get on board with.

“So it’s you and me?” I mumble.

“Yep,” Dane replies holding my hand, his gaze focused out of the window.

“So there’s no-one else? You’re only with me, right?” I didn’t want to ask, but I also need to be clear. The last thing I want is to get this wrong.

“There never was. It was always you. Now it’s us,” he states and I know I’ll never need to clarify that ever again.

“Thank you,” I tell him biting my lip.

“What for baby?”

“Just for loving me, for always loving me. And for protecting me.”

“The first is not a hardship, Nova, the second will always be a given.”

I sit silently and let my mind wander over my life since he left it. There’s been a lot of mediocre and hurt, pain, and sadness in my life. The only happy has been when he’s been in it.

“I love you too, Dane,” I tell him softly and he squeezes my hand in his, giving me everything that is him with that one touch.

The frost is starting to settle in Dane’s back garden, I notice it while staring out from our bedroom window. Although it shouldn’t be surprising as it’s now November. Three weeks has passed since I came out of the hospital and I’m recovered. Physically. I’m not sure the mental scars will ever fully heal, but Dane makes everything so much better. We talked the other day when we went to lunch after visiting Jenson. Dane asked some questions about my past, but I clammed up. Thankfully he let it go and hasn’t asked since. He’s such a good guy I wish he would believe it himself. Right now he’s downstairs, I can hear him, making me breakfast. Since living in America, I’ve grown fond of pancakes and bacon, so that’s what he’ll be cooking.

When I came out of the shower and got dressed, I looked out over the garden and something suddenly occurred to me. Everything Dane has created is for me. He may have lost me, he probably thought he’d never see me again. Still, this house, this home, it’s everything I wanted when we talked about our future as kids. It had to be a big house, but still welcoming. Safe. I’d wanted high ceilings because in foster care I’d always felt crammed in. I remember saying that I loved the idea of having a large garden, something yet again that was missing while in care. But the most important thing, something that I dreamt about was a conservatory, somewhere to sit when it rains, listening to the noise, enjoying the beauty of something that most people run away from. I’ve always loved the rain. I’ve been here these last few weeks and this is the first time my eyes have really opened to what he’s built for us. For me. Now it’s time to talk about our history. Lay it all out on the table, make sure we have no secrets going forward.

I amble down the stairs taking my time, going over what I need to say in my head. As I’m nearly at the bottom, Dane rounds the corner putting his hands around my waist and lifting me into the air, spinning me around.

“Dane!” I chuckle as everything goes blurry. Then slowly he comes to a stop allowing me to slide down the front of his body until my chest is flush with his stomach and my face is nuzzled into his throat. He quickly backs me against the wall and leans down capturing my mouth with his and owning our kiss unashamedly. Dane commands my body and makes no apologies for that, I love every second under his rule.

Pulling back he speaks into my ear, the warmth of his breath making me tingle and burn. “I’ve missed you, I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to be back inside you baby. My cock wants to go home.”

I laugh at his words. “You big dork.”

“What? It’s not my fault Nova, I can’t help that every part of my body is missing every part of yours.” He demonstrates his meaning by once again taking my lips and dipping his tongue inside to join mine in a caressing dance. Tangling and stroking and lighting up every single part of me. My hands find their way into his hair and I grip and tug as he owns my mouth.

“Come on,” Dane says tearing his lips away and grabbing my hand. He almost pulls my shoulder out as he drags us through the hallway to the conservatory. In the centre, he has laid down the cushioning from the wicker sofas that sit in the room. He’s made what is effectively a little bed.

“I thought we would eat breakfast on the floor today then, well...it started raining about five minutes ago. Do you remember when we used to lay on the floor with the curtains and windows open listening to the rain?” I nod at him as I bite my lip to stop from getting emotional. “I thought it might be nice to watch the rain above us, I’ve pulled the blinds so it will be like laying in the rain…you know, without actually getting wet,” he explains, smiling and I see a glimpse of that seventeen-year-old again.

“I’m already wet,” I confess, taking in his eyes as they change immediately from boyish to all man, becoming hooded while his mouth emits a groan.

“I can’t…” he explains, “I need you now.”

“Then take me,” I tremble as he pushes me onto my back and climbs over so I’m pinned under him. Leaning down he takes my mouth again, urgency in his exploration. His hand swiftly navigates its way to the tie on my bathrobe, and he makes quick work of untangling it, pulling each side away, exposing the boy shorts and tank that I threw on after my shower. He drags his lips away from my mouth and simultaneously sucks and kisses his way down my neck while his hand travels over my breast pinching the nipple. I moan on an exhale of breath and he moves away looking into my eyes for a second like he’s trying to figure something out, then lazily scorching his mark all over my body as his eyes wander over me.

“You know how I love matching sets.” He smirks looking at my underwear. “It’s a shame really,” he continues and I frown at him confused. Shrugging he says, “Gonna have to take these off now baby. I don’t have the time or restraint to be nice.” Then he leans back, and before I have time to open my mouth and protest he’s ripped my tank right down the middle, I splutter for a moment before realising he hasn’t stopped as he grabs the boy shorts and does the same.

“Dane! You keep doing that,” I complain, but I’m so turned on that my complaint sounds more breathy and excited than annoyed.

He shrugs. “Figured I’d do both seeing as they were a matching set, no point having one without the other.” He gives me no chance to respond before cupping my breast and sucking then biting my nipple, then repeating the process. “Fuck,” he grinds out sitting back and then standing up. It’s the first look I’ve gotten from him today. He left me sleeping this morning, and when he accosted me on the stairs, I didn’t get a good look at him. I make up for that now, by letting my eyes peruse his beautiful body. He has nothing on top, so I take my time scanning his chest and arms taking in every curve like a piece of artwork. I trail down following the small line of hair that disappears into a pair of button fly jeans which haven’t been done all the way up, finishing with his bare feet. Moving back to his head, his hair looks like I’ve just run my hands through it, which of course I have. That teamed with his lust-filled eyes and his lips, the corner slightly tipped up sends a new wave of wetness straight to my centre. I keep my eyes on Dane as he pulls his jeans off and stands there naked, his cock standing proud waiting for me, the tip glistens as pre-cum seeps out. I immediately start rising, licking my lips ready to take him in my mouth.

“No,” he orders making me stop dead. “I need to be in you.
Now
. Get rid of the robe.” His commanding voice send shivers across my body, and I throw the robe and what’s remaining of my tank and boy shorts away, then lay back down. Dane takes no prisoners or time when he crawls back over me, settling himself at my entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you now. So hold on baby,” he says before thrusting fully into me in one movement. The feeling of him suddenly filling me takes my breath away, and I gulp trying to catch the oxygen in the room that’s eluding me.

“You okay?” he asks and I nod, closing my eyes and moving my pelvis up to meet him. I need to say nothing more as he pulls back and rams into me again, then again, until I don’t care what’s going on around me as I’m immersed in pleasure.

“Dane, harder,” I babble as the pleasure intensifies.

“Fuck you harder? That I can do,” he states then pushes my legs up so my ankles are resting on his shoulders. Gripping my thighs he moves back then thunders into me, over and over until I’m about to explode with bliss. I can hear the rain lashing against the window keeping time with Dane.

The orgasm that I was on the cusp of ebbs away as he brings my legs back down and stills.

“You will last longer,” he dictates and I say nothing as my pussy throbs with need. After what feels like a lifetime he moves back and forth at a slower pace sliding in and out of me. He builds it up until the intensity ramps right back up to breaking point. I run my nails across and down his back starting at his shoulders, the need to ease some of the coiled up frustration inside of me is so great that my body takes over and acts instinctively as though on autopilot.

Dane looks down on me. There's a pulsing running through my body and ending between my legs. His lips move along my throat coating it in kisses as he rocks himself back and forth inside, grinding into my clit. Suddenly, Dane bites my neck and I arch off the bed, scraping my nails down his back again.

"Harder," he orders as my hands reach his waist.

"What?" I breathe, trying to listen but feeling the waves stroking my edges, ready to crash.

"Your nails, dig them in harder. I want to feel you everywhere. I need to know you're alive, you're mine, that you'll never leave me. I'll fucking bleed for you. Make me yours, Nova. Make your mark on the outside like you always have on the inside."

His words are my undoing and while I’m pulsing and sparking, I tear my nails down his back and hear him roar out his climax. He drops on top of me and both of us have a layer of sweat making our skin glisten.

We lay and watch the rain beating on the glass as lightning sets the sky alive above us.

“I guess I need another shower now.” I giggle once the rain dies down and I have my breath back.

“Let’s go have a shower then. This time, I’ll take my time getting reacquainted with your body,” he tells me a grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

My thoughts stray back to this morning while my eyes wander to the hallway. It’s been three hours since I came down those stairs, ready to talk. Then Dane swept me off my feet, literally. After some fun in the shower and him cooking a fresh breakfast we’re snuggled up on the sofa, and he has the television on lazily flicking through the channels.

“Dane,” I speak before my brain has actually kicked in, now there’s no going back.

“Nova,” he replies continuing to move from channel to channel. I pull the television remote from his grasp and press the power off button.

Dane chuckles. “You could’ve just said my switching channels was annoying you baby.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” I stop talking as I wonder how to get this conversation started and I pull away from him to sit up.

“Nova?” he questions the smile wiped from his face and it makes me feel sad.

“Sorry, I just thought it was time we talked.” My explanation makes him take notice and his face goes blank. “We don’t have to—”

“No. You’re right, it’s time, and if you’re comfortable then we shouldn’t put it off anymore,” he says, much softer than his face implies.

“I want you to tell me first, tell me what happened? Why you didn’t come back?” The pain of remembrance is almost enough to stop me saying the words, but I need to know. I waited for him and he never returned. It scarred me and has impacted my entire life. I never really got over the loss.