Red (Hell’s Jury MC #5)

31. Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

Stella

Lachlan and I make love again, and then shower together. By the time we’re in bed, it’s after midnight. He seems worn out but I’m full of restless energy because I didn’t run today.

I occasionally run late at night when I don’t have time to do it during the day. Mom and dad don’t know, because, well they’d make me move home and then lock me in the basement like a vampire.

I’m not sure what Lachlan would think, but I don’t want to leave anyway. The guy beside me is super-hot and if I could, I’d glue myself to him.

I’m on my side, drinking him in like he’s an oasis. We aren’t touching because we’re both oversensitive. “I have to remember to take some chili to Sorcha tomorrow,” I say.

“She doesn’t like chili,” he replies.

“But she specifically asked for some.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then says. “I’d like it if we don’t lie to each other.”

I’m slightly offended. “I’m not lying about Sorcha asking for chili.”

He squirms upright until he’s leaning against the headboard. “Not you, me. That chili was godawful.”

I know it was, but I may as well have a little fun. “There are such things as white lies that people tell so you don’t hurt the feelings of others.”

“I know what white lies are.”

“Saying you like my chili is a nice white lie.”

He wraps some of my hair in his hand and gives it a pull. “But you can’t feed that shit to Sorcha. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

I reach up and give his beard a pull. “I like your beard,” I say.

“Do you now?”

“I’d like to see what you look like under that beard though.”

“And I’d like to see you in a black corset with sexy panties, lace stockings and 4-inch heels, but that’s never gonna happen, is it?”

I think about this, then burst out laughing. “Touché.”

He slides down under the covers and forces me to my side so I’m no longer facing him. Then he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

“I thought you didn’t like to cuddle,” I say as I relax into him.

“Maybe I lied.”

We stay that way until he dozes off and rolls onto his back. I lay there for a while, my mind racing, my heart soaring. He loves me. He loves ME!

Then the insecurities set in. What if he’s wrong about loving me? I mean people lie to themselves all the time.

But he’s not, Stella. He’s been around enough to know what love’s about.

But I haven’t.

I think about what mom would say. Sex is not what makes a relationship, although it’s part of it. A relationship is being together, working and playing together. It’s about loving hard and fighting hard but working through the problems rather than walking away. Think about it, you got him arrested, broke into his house, and stole his door. And he’s forgiven you for all that.

Mom wouldn’t say that last part but it still applies.

So far, he’s perfect. Almost. He got mad about me showing the wills to my dad, but that was bad timing, different situation. Not a couple disagreement like squeezing the toothpaste in the middle instead of the bottom. I guess I need him to do something that will make me mad so I see if I’m as perfect as he is.

That’s messed up, Stella.

Yeah, but I gotta be me.

I fall asleep thinking of I how I could accomplish this.

The morning light shining through the window wakes me. We are so going to have get curtains. I stretch and my body protests. It’s well-used and Red is big, so while I’m in the best mood ever, I think two rounds of making love might be my limit. Then I realize I’m naked, further realize that my clothes are downstairs. Heat rises to my face.

What if Rider is over, or my parents stopped by, or god forbid, Sorcha?

I hope Lachlan’s picked them up.

I think about his comment last night about wanting to see me in a corset, sexy panties, stockings. I suppose I could do that, but not the heels. I can’t risk spraining an ankle and I don’t need to be taller.

Nicole Kidman doesn’t care, Stella.

Sure, but Tom Cruise and Keith Urban are already shorter than her so what’s a few extra inches?

Least of your worries, Stella. Time to get un-naked.

I open the closet and slide on one of Red’s T-shirts then shiver. Not the cold kind of shiver, but the swoony kind. It drops mid-thigh and drapes on me, one side of the collar slipping to expose my shoulder. I’m finally like all the other girls who can put on their boyfriend’s shirts and look sexy.

The bathroom is a mess from last night, so I hang the towels, use the toilet, then after washing my hands, scrub a bit of Red’s toothpaste over my teeth, gums, and tongue. I look at myself. I have a bad case of bedhead because I went to bed with my hair wet. A comb, a brush, a rake would not fix the mess. Only a rewash and a ton of conditioner. But there is no conditioner and I’m chomping at the bit to see Red. Besides he seems to like my hair.

I stop at the top of the stairs and listen for voices. There are none, so I saunter downstairs, trying to walk like a girl.

I stop as I enter the kitchen. Red is leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’s wearing jeans with the button and zip open, and nothing else. My heart goes crazy as I drink him in. “What time is it?” Clever, Stella.

“8:30,” he replies.

I choke. “You’re kidding!” I have never slept in to 8:30 in my entire life.

He laughs. “Must have worn you out.”

“Apparently I didn’t wear you out.”

He looks me up and down and for a moment I think maybe I shouldn’t have put on his T-shirt, but then he tilts his head with a half-smile. “Come here, baby.”

I try to sway my hips as I move towards him, but it feels more like I’m duck walking.

He hands me his cup and I take a sip. “Black?”

“No cream,” he replies, then sets the cup behind him on the counter and pulls me against him.

“You’re amazing,” he says as he tips my chin up and gently presses his lips on mine in a sweet good morning kiss. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Then he wraps one of his huge hands around the back of my neck and takes me deeper, more passionate.

My legs go weak as I grip his arms to hold myself steady. All his hard bits, including his boy bits press into me.

“How do you feel about morning sex?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. But no. “I’m a little sore this morning.” I map his muscled chest with my fingers. “Sorry.”

“Don’t have to fuck.” He takes my hand and kisses it then presses it against his full-on erection. “But you ain’t gonna let me start the day with this fuckin’ painful hard on.”

I meet his eyes. “You want me to… ummm. You want me to give you….”

“I want you to blow me, baby.”

“Oh. Okay.” Geez, could you be anymore seductive, Stella?

“You done it before?”

I think about lying to him, because, yes, I’ve done it before, but then remember the conversation we had last night. “Only a couple of times and it didn’t really work.”

He laughs as he puts his hands on my shoulders and forces me to my knees. “It’ll work this time.”

He slides his jeans partway down his ass, then takes out his fully erect cock, teases my lips then slaps my face with it. “Open up. Grip it at the bottom and suck on it. Easy as that.”

I do exactly what he says, awkward and nervous at first, overthinking it, like I’m following the steps from an instruction manual. Then I realize I can just do what he wants, enjoy myself. Have him like he had me. He’s long and wide and pumping into my mouth, not aggressive, but not too gentle.

He groans, tangling his fingers in my hair. He’s pushes deeper and I try not to choke. Does he not realize how long he is?

I grab him with both hands and take control, stroking his shaft, holding him steady as I suck his cock. His skin is silky, and I lick him up and down and in circles, then explore the top, the seam, the hole, the crevice where mushroom meets oak tree.

“Deeper,” he rasps as he jerks his hips.

Deeper. Okay. I draw a deep breath and pull him to the edge of my throat, still holding him with two hands. His thrusting is harder, faster, his hips pushing his cock into my mouth. My hands hold him tighter.

He slows down on a groan as he brushes my hands aside and takes over. He’s careful though, stays shallow although he pushes deep once and holds himself there. I jerk back when I can’t handle it anymore, and that seems to be enough. He jerks fast into my mouth, his breathing deepens. “Come inside or out?” he asks hoarsely.

I don’t honestly know, never thought that outside was an option, though no one has ever come in my mouth. I decide I want to taste him, so I wrap my hand around his and force him back into my mouth, sucking him hard.

“Fuck,” he shouts as he lets go.

I expected this full-on shot of come to shoot down my throat, but it’s not like that. There’s about four spurts and then he slows, sliding between my lips a few more times before withdrawing and pulling me to my feet. “Fuck,” he rasps as he hugs me.

“How was it?” I ask, musing over the cum I just swallowed. Tasted a little like hot peppers.

“Perfect baby,” he says as gives me another squeeze, then lets me go and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Rider’s gonna be here around 11 and I’d like to spend some time with Sorcha, so we should get dressed and head across the street.”

He’s a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of guy and it makes me insecure. How can someone do what we just did, then switch gears like that? Maybe sex is just a thing for him. Maybe men really are from Mars.

I push aside my hurt and say, “I have to take a run today, so when Rider gets here, I’ll go home and change.”

“Pack a suitcase. A few clothes. Toothbrush and stuff.”

I widen my eyes. “You want me to move in?”

He stares at me long enough to make me twitchy, then says, “I do. Very much. But I don’t want to fuck with your career and I don’t want your parents to hate me.”

He’s kinda right about both. “We’ll wait until we have full custody of Sorcha, then I’ll move in. That way, if dad feels vengeful, he’ll have to take it out on you some other way.”

As we head across the road I think of my mom, of her giving dad a blowjob and shudder. I go any further with that thought and I’ll have to bleach my brain.

Mom’s quiet as she serves us coffee and dad keeps looking at me and Lachlan. I think maybe our family is a little sexually repressed. Maybe mom doesn’t give dad blowjobs.

Sorcha, however, has no problem with Lachlan and me arriving together. “I missed you,” she says to Lachlan as she crawls on his lap, takes his cheeks between her hands and gives him a smack on the lips.

“I missed you too, little girl. Pretty soon we can live at our house across the street.”

She peeks over his shoulder and out the window at the house. “Maybe we should get a different house.”

“If we did that,” I say, “then you wouldn’t be close to the gramma and grampa. Don’t worry, Lachlan and I are fixing it up and you’re gonna love it.”

She still doesn’t look convinced, but she moves on. “Will my auntie be there?”

I startle. “Auntie?”

Lachlan chuckles. “You’re the auntie, Sorcha. Remember? That makes Gabby your niece.”

She scratches her ear. “Because she’s your baby.” She stops and thinks. “Who’s her mommy?”

Lachlan seems at a loss for words and I’m no better.

Mom comes to the rescue. “Grampa needs more toast, sweetie. Do you want to help me make some?”

Sorcha scrambles off her chair. “Yes!”

Lachlan and I stay another hour, then I head back to my place as Lachlan returns to the house.

Lexie gives me the stink eye when I get home. “I was just about to go for a run. You know that thing where you stay in condition so you’re not shit at basketball.”

“It’s why I’m here. Why don’t we run for an hour and then head to Daisy’s for milkshakes. My treat.” I still have Lachlan’s credit card. I hope he doesn’t mind.

“I’m not that easily bought.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Yes, I am.”

We run for an hour, then over milkshakes we talk about corsets and 4-inch heels. We conclude that a little internet research might be in order.