The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(71)

Bobby places both of his hands on my knees and stills, drawing my eyes to his. He smiles at me, before lowering his head between my thighs. My body trembles as Bobby flicks his tongue against my clit, his fingers teasing my opening.

“Oh, my God,” I pant, lost in the moment.

Bobby sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers slowly enter me. My * grips around his fingers, chasing that realm of pleasure I so desperately need.

A blossoming warmth spreads in my lower half, causing my toes to curl around the edge of the dresser. Just as I think I can’t take anymore, stars burst behind my eyelids. Bobby’s warm tongue lowers, licking me, nibbling, and taking my climax hungrily.

Bobby lifts from between my legs, his mouth glistening, and grabs me by the hips, pulling my ass to the edge of the dresser. My body still coming down from my climax, all I can do is comply in a daze.

In one swift move, he impales me with his length, my body panting in response. His blue vivid eyes pin me. Silently speaking to me as he places his hand on my back and lifts me, turning me until my back slams against the wall. My arms wrap around his neck as he holds one of my legs, pulling them upward to where it’s resting on his shoulders, while the other leg wraps around his waist tightly.

He thrusts his hips forward making me whimper from the depth his dick is taking.

“Oh, f*ck yeah,” Bobby mutters, closing his eyes.

He pistons his hips. The curve of his dick hitting me is heavenly. I run my hand through his hair, glancing at the strands that are sticking to his forehead from the beads of sweat formed. His eyes flutter open, holding me as he f*cks me against the wall. His mouth parts and his forehead creases. His hold on my hips strengthens, and his pace becomes erratic with need. His dick pulses, warning me he is about to come.

“Bobby,” I pant, and with that Bobby closes his eyes tightly and comes. Grunting along the side of my neck, and the sensation of him gripping onto me like I’m his next breath sends me falling over the edge seconds later. Pleasure driving up my legs and igniting in my core is too much to contain. I don’t hold back the loud moan which escapes as my body’s still wrapped around his tightly.

Bobby holds us in the same position and walks us to the bed, before falling on top of me.

Basking in the afterglow of our vigorous f*ck, I will myself to move, not really wanting to. I’m more than content to stay in Bobby’s arms. “I need to check on Addie,” I mutter, pulling myself up from the bed.

“Zane really seems to like her,” Bobby laughs.

“They have pretty much been inseparable the last three months,” I tell him, grabbing my clothes off the floor and dressing.

“Hmm,” Bobby responds, standing up, and finding his boxers to get dressed.

I walk out of the room, Bobby right beside me as we make our way back into the common area. Bobby leans over and kisses me passionately, before smacking my ass, and making his way back to the boys.

I take my seat in a metal chair and watch Bobby in his element around the other guys, while Addie and Zane play.

I know I have come a long way, but I also know I still have a ways to go. I have overcome my fear for the most part, and have learned to replace my painful memories.

I await the day Bobby can handcuff me to the bed, make me his, and give him that control. I loved being spanked and just losing control. That was before Travis took it to another level, scaring that realm of ecstasy for me. I would love to get back to that place again with Bobby. It will happen. I know it will eventually. It will just take time.

I turn and look at Addie, her care, and ease with Zane as he tries to tickle her. I bet Bobby would have beautiful babies. My eyes widen, surprised at the thought.

“Hey, babe, is it all right if I take Addie for a ride?” Bobby whispers into my ear from behind, making me jump.

“Uh,” I hesitate. Trying to gather my thoughts from sex, babies, to Addie riding on a motorcycle.

“What were you just thinking?” he asks, brushing a hair behind my ear.

“Nothing,” I answer quickly. “I don’t know if Addie is ready for that,” I reply nervously. I don’t know if I’m ready for her to ride on a motorcycle.

“Mom, can I go for a ride on a motorcycle? Zane is going,” Addie yells, running toward me.

“Yeah, she looks pretty nervous,” Bobby remarks, laughing.

I roll my eyes, and laugh. “You go slowly, Bobby!” I demand, pointing my finger in his face.

“I will. I will,” he chants, taking Addie’s hand and striding toward the door.

“With my eyes closed the whole time,” he jokes, making my heart sink with fear.

“Bobby!” I yell, standing up and following him outside. He stops suddenly, and rushes toward me, cupping both of my cheeks in his hands.

“Trust me, Hummingbird.” I glare at him for using that nickname in public. He smiles knowingly and gives my lips a quick peck before pulling away.

I groan, and watch him walk away holding Addie’s hand.

“I thought Lip was a handful. Girl, you’re in for a wild ride with that one,” Cherry laughs, walking up beside me.

I groan and shake my head. “Don’t I know it,” I mutter.

I watch Bobby put a helmet on Addie, and the way he shows so much care around her is enough to make any woman swoon. He straddles his motorcycle, helping her on behind him. Addie hugs his stomach, her face beaming with joy. Addie looks over and spots me, smiling on the spot and waves.