Urgency
OPAL
Bruce has been off the whole day and I know it has to do with my father, but what I don't understand is what my father could have said to him to make him so damn mad.
Every time I wonder whether or not to ask him about it, I change my mind. He's recovering and I don't want to add more stress on top of that.
My father was hanging around the house the entire day, oblivious to the fact that everyone hated that he was there.
It was embarrassing and made me feel so, so ashamed.
I don't understand why Bruce didn't send him away. That's what I thought would happen but it seems Bruce had other plans, plans I don't understand.
Technically, I shouldn't be getting too involved in all this, but I can't help but worry.
It's nighttime and Bruce still hasn't left the room. It's time for me to check up on him and I don't know what to expect. I always have the feeling that my father's presence here is my fault someone.
I open the door and find him in bed, exactly where I left him a few hours ago. He looks up at me and the second we make eye contact I have this feeling that something is really off.
"What is it?" I ask right away. "Is it the situation with my father? I tried talking some sense into him, but..."
Bruce shakes his head and I trail off. He motions for me to step closer to the bed, and then takes my hand in his. "I don't want you to ever feel guilty because of him, Opal. You don't have to feel responsible for his actions."
I take a deep breath. "That's so hard to do when he's my father, you know?"
This look crosses his eyes. His demeanor changes. I have no idea of how to describe what I just saw. He goes quiet again, but he puts an arm around my waist to make me sit on his lap. I protest. "You're still hurt. I don't want to make anything worse."
"It's alright," he murmurs before nuzzling my neck. My body has an immediate reaction to his touch. My nipples harden and push against the material of my bra, and my skin's covered in goosebumps. "You could never hurt me. Your presence is a balm to me."
I have so many questions right now. Earlier, I had the impression that he was better and wouldn't allow my father to take control of things and give orders, but he chose to spend the whole day in bed, and now he's acting so strange.
"I have to check on your injuries."
"They're fine," he mumbles as he kisses along my shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"I thought you weren't feeling well."
"I'm better now."
I turn my head to look at him. He stops kissing me and meets my gaze. I have to ask him again, "What's going on? Why do you seem so...?"
I don't even know how to finish my question. The truth is that I have no idea how to describe this change in him. All I know is that something's off.
"I don't want you to worry," he states. "I'm fine. Everything will be fine. Okay?"
He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear, then pulls my face closer to his to kiss me. The kiss is slow at first. Slow but passionate. His tongue glides along mine like he's thoroughly enjoying every part of my mouth. I'm careful about where to touch him. I run my fingers through his hair and scratch his beard.
His hand moves from my waist to the front of my body. He lovingly caresses my breasts through my shirt. I squirm in his lap, needing his touch in other places now. Bruce smiles against my lips, but only for a few seconds before he moves his hand to my left breast.
The kiss deepens and I become even more aroused. Bruce senses my growing despair and moves his hand right where I need it to be. I raise my left leg and place my heel right on the edge of the mattress. How I wish I didn't have any pants on. They're jeans on top of that. The material is too thick and I can't feel his touch the way I want to.
But there's an appeal to him barely touching me. I feel his fingers pressing hard against my slit, and I move my hips just slightly to increase the pressure of his touch. I moan in his mouth and feel his harden against my ass.
I break the kiss to tell him, "We need to stop now."
"Why?"
"You're hurt," I remind him. "We can't—"
He squeezes my inner thigh. "Don't do this to me, baby. I need you."
"But Bruce—"
"No buts. Take your jeans off."
My eyes are wide as I stare at him, but he means business. His jaw is set and he has a dark, lustful look in his eyes. I stand up and do as he says, wiggling out of my tight jeans right in front of him.
"Good. Now your shirt."
"Bruce."
"Your shirt, Opal."
The authoritative tone makes me even more aroused. He's resting his back against the headboard, watching my every move. His upper body is covered in bandages. I really have to check them, but I know he won't let me.
He's stubborn like that.
"Good," he whispers as he looks me up and down, taking in every inch of me. "I don't know if I want those on or off." He's referring to my underwear. "I can't take them off, so you'll have to."
I bite my lip and do as he says, taking my time. I unclasp my bra and my breasts bounce a little when I free them. His pupils dilate and my clit throbs. My panties are next. I toss them aside. Now, I'm standing before him fully naked and dripping wet.
He pushes the comforter off his legs. My gaze settles on his growing erection and my mouth waters. He starts pulling this boxers down, but I stop him. "Let me."
I tug them down his thighs and his cock springs free. I'm bent over it now and his hand caresses my ass cheek.
A grunt escapes him as I lick the tip. His abdomen tightens. "Just relax."
I alternate between sucking his tip and licking the underside of length while stroking him with my hand. His fingers stroke my slit while I suck him off. I moan around him.
But then his fingers go under my jaw and he almost forces me to look at him. There's a wild look in his eyes now and there's a lot of urgency in his voice as he tells me, "I love you no matter what, baby. No matter what you ever hear."
I frown. "Why...Why are you telling me this?"
He breathes in deeply. "I just am. Okay?"
I don't know what to make of this.
And I don't know why, but it scares the hell out of me.