Chapter 79

Jane nodded, lifting her shirt over her head.

He took her in before turning her to face the bathtub. His thumbs slid under her panties, and he leaned down, kissing her neck. “If you want me in you, but you don’t want to see, we can do this. Give me the word, and I’m yours, and you’re mine in this moment. If you don’t want it, I’ll make you come anyway, put your tampon in for you, clean you, then dress you so you never have to see.”

Her need was now giving her the most unbearable cramps. They were unlike anything she’d had before because instead of the normal internal agony, she wanted to be thrust into to exchange the pain for pleasure. “You’re not grossed out?” she asked, moaning as he cupped her breasts and pulled her ass toward him, tugging her panties down in the process.

“Not at all,” he said, kissing her neck again. He palmed her ass when her panties fell to her ankles. When she kicked them off, he smiled against her skin and produced a towel before tossing it onto the floor by her feet. “On your knees and lean over the tub.”

Jane had never obeyed so quickly before. She needed him to claim her right now. It might sound stupid, like in one of her books and he was some sort of supernatural badass who considered her his mate, but yes, she needed David to conquer her. She just didn’t want to see the blood.

“That’s my girl.” David dropped down behind her, pushing on her back to make her fully lean over the tub. Her thighs were flush with the sides, and he was already sliding his dick along her slick opening.

She moaned, sticking her ass out like the needy girl she was. “Oh, please.”

“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he said, kissing the center of her back sweetly. “This time will be quick and hard.”

All she did was nod, and then he entered her. She thought the mixture of her juices and blood would mean it would feel less. She wasn’t sure why she’d thought that because it felt like there was more of everything.

“Good?” He panted, just holding himself inside her.

“Yeah,” Jane breathed, her arms quaking as he pulled back to slam into her. Oh, this was different. His strong thighs were cradling hers, his hands on her waist, squeezing, trying to keep her from ramming her hips against the tub.

He was relentless, striving to make her come. It was like he needed her to come for him or he was going to lose his mind. But then he’d give her a sweet caress, sliding a hand along her spine as he chanted, “My Jane,” under his breath.

She cried out when her hand slipped on the tub.

“You okay?” He slowed, moving her hair off her sweaty back.

“My arms are burning,” she told him, moaning at the slower thrusts he was giving her now.

David kissed her neck, then pulled her upright. He held her against him, still moving in and out. “There’s not that much blood. I’m gonna lift you up, okay?”

Right now, she didn’t care if she was unleashing the river of blood from The Shining. He could take pictures as long as he didn’t stop.

He chuckled, squeezing her breasts before pulling out.

“David,” she protested, but he lifted her up, carrying her to the counter.

He put the towel from the floor on it, then plopped her down. There was blood, but he was right, there wasn’t that much, and he had no hesitation when he lined himself up and swiftly buried himself in her. “Ah, fuck, that’s good.”

Yes. God, yes, it was good. Jane moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he went slow and deep.

“I love you,” he said, his lips brushing her cheek. “This is home.” Deep. So deep. “No matter what happens, this is where you’re meant to be. Right here.”

“Home,” she agreed, hanging onto him. He was hitting the spot that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. Her pulse pounded in her ears as he sped up, hooking an arm under her leg and hiking it up as the other held her ass slightly off the counter. She was more or less getting speared.

Now she was lost. It was like being lit on fire. Painful but beautiful because she knew this boy loved her. He was fucking her, but he was so in love with her. She knew because he breathed next to her ear.

“Just you, my love.” His lips left whispering kisses along her jaw until he was sucking her neck. The beast was back. He hoisted her off the counter and kept her legs wrapped around him. Jane’s instincts overrode her senses, and she held on, assisting him by riding every thrust he gave. “Ah, fuck,

Jane.”

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she cried out as the world collapsed around them. Her weak arms trembled as he continued, reaching for his own release.

“I’m gonna come,” he growled, setting her onto the counter again. He pulled out, his dick so much bigger than it was before, as he grabbed himself and jerked a few times before ropes of hot, white come shot across her belly and thighs. The noises leaving him didn’t sound human, and she kissed his forehead as he braced himself against the countertop, giving himself the final strokes to empty his load.

Though she felt beaten and bruised, she smiled and hugged him. His skin was sweltering against hers, but she let him lean against her as he calmed down. The way he nuzzled her, strongly pressing his lips to her shoulder, her neck, and her jaw then licking wherever he felt the desire to, reminded her of a male lion or wolf greeting his mate.

“Not even God will stop me from being with you, Jane.” He kissed the base of her throat. “You’re my heaven. I love you.”

A dreamy smile stretched over her lips as she ran her fingers through his wet hair. She knew she loved him, too. That hadn’t changed. Sometimes your heart just knew. So, she told him. “I love you, too.”

He smiled against her neck. “I know. I’ve always known.”

Jane laughed, leaning against him now. “I need to wash off.”

“Yeah.” Giving her a final kiss, he moved back, turning before she could see any mess she’d left on him. “Let me get the shower warm, and I’ll help you down.” “Yes, sir.” She saluted him before slouching back.

“Ryder’s lucky,” he said, turning the water on.

He was jealous, and she hid her smile as she met the stare he gave over his shoulder.

“Did you not get lucky just now?” she teased, pulling the towel from under her butt to wipe herself. There was so much come, like he’d been holding it in for months.

Holding his hand in the spray of water, he smirked at her. “I got very lucky. I’m just a bit envious he gets to come in you.”

“Believe me, I want you to.” She hadn’t meant to say that, but it was true. “But I think it’s for the best we limit the risks to one of you.”

The muscles in his back flexed. “Is it that you’re worried about me?” She frowned, looking up to his face. “Worried?” “I used condoms with her,” he said quietly.

“I know,” she whispered; he’d told her so in his letters. He’d said how one time he even pretended to come, just so he could stop. “As much as I don’t like Diane, I don’t think she’s been fucking guys behind your back. I don’t think any guy would be stupid to do anything with her if you were sorta with her.”

Slowly, David turned, no shame in the fact there was blood on his thighs and stomach. It looked like she’d dropped red and pink paint all over him. Thank god she no longer had super heavy periods. “No, she had been with one guy before me, but that was it. I got myself tested anyway, after the last time I was with her because I felt sick. I’m clean.”

“I know,” she repeated, holding out her hand. “Baby, I’m not mad.”

His lips twitched. “I’m baby, huh?”

Her cheeks heated; it had just slipped out that way, but yes, he was baby. Nodding, she warmed when he grabbed a hold of her hand, lifting it to his lips for a kiss.

“I thought you were my baby,” he said, moving to stand between her legs.

“I am.” Jane hooked her legs around his waist, grinning as he lifted her up.

Again, he kissed her like she was only his, not bothered that another held her heart. Confident that she would still be his even if she was Ryder’s, too.

“Time to bathe my girl, then,” he said, carrying her under the water. He didn’t let her see the blood that was no doubt circling the drain. He just kissed her, rubbing his hands over her thighs, squeezing her ass with soapy hands, and licking the water from her skin.

That’s when Jane realized she had her David. The boy she loved for as long as she could remember, who broke her heart to protect her, who set aside his jealousy to make sure she had the world when he couldn’t give it to her.

She grinned, resting her head on David’s shoulder as he cleaned her. Ryder was her world, but David was her sun. Hopefully, they’d keep her so she could figure out what Tercero and Luc were to her.

“Okay, let me rinse you off so you can follow your boyfriend’s orders to rest.” He kissed her head, turning her around. “I need to call your other men before they sneak over.”

“I was just thinking about them,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as he washed her breast as his other hand slipped down between her legs.

“Thinking about them while I’m touching you?” He flicked her clit and making her almost fall.

“I’ve got you,” he said, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She peered up at him, worried. “I just wondered what they are to me.” “You don’t know?” He frowned with water dripping down his face.

“I was just thinking about how I view you and Ryder. He’s my world, my rock. But you’re my sun, and you’re thinking about everything and everyone as you keep us warm. I guess he sorta tries to do the same for you, but—never mind.” She stepped away from him to wash the bubbles he’d lathered upon her. “It’s stupid.”

David moved closer, moving her hair away from her neck. “You’re his moon. I see the same thing, and I love watching you glow for him.” Fiery lips touched her skin. “As long as I’m a part of it, I’m happy. And believe me, this was heaven.” His hand came to rest over her heart, and she shivered under the heat. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” she answered honestly. Finally, she had the guy she loved, the guy she denied loving, and two guys who were very concerned for her. She wasn’t alone, wasn’t forgotten. “I feel loved.”

“You are very loved.” He kissed her head again, then moved to leave the shower. “Take your time. I’m going to clean everything out here.”

“You don’t have to.” She grimaced at the thought of him cleaning her blood now.

“Jane, I’ve seen you have cramps. You’re not down for anything other than being curled up around

a heating pad.” He leaned down, kissing her one more time. “Hurry up—I’ll be your heating pad.”

Memories of him watching her on the couch, whimpering with her heating pad flashed in her mind. “You always brought me my heating pad.”

He pulled a towel around his waist then dragged a hand through his dark hair, causing water droplets to fall onto his shoulders and chest. Then he smiled and said, “I’m the upgrade, baby.”