Rule(57)

I laid in a pile of worthless goo as he rose up off the bed and began to haphazardly pull his clothes off.  The show was a delight in itself so by the time he crawled in the bed beside me I was ready to purr and curl up around him like the satisfied sex kitten he was turning me into.

“That was certainly a nice way to wake up.”  I curled my hands up around his shoulders as he rolled over me and put his knee between my legs.

“You were out for most of the afternoon.  I kept waiting for you to peek your head out and join us but in never happened.”  He dropped his head so that his nose rubbed against the side of my face.  “I checked in on you and you just looked so perfect all sleepy and pretty in my bed I couldn’t help myself.”  He laid a soft trail of kisses from behind my ear to the sensitive hallow of my throat.  His fingers skimmed down my arm and lightly encircled my bruised wrist.  Gabe had left a ring of black and blue marks that stood out in stark relief against my pale skin so I couldn’t help the emotion that clogged my throat when Rule lightly stroked the damaged flesh and lifted it up to press butterfly kisses around the circumference.

“This should have never happened, I’m so sorry.”

I trailed a hand down over his flank and let my fingers spread out across the colorful surface of his ribs.  “I shouldn’t have gone in the first place.  I need to learn to set boundaries with my parents and stick with them.  It’s not worth sacrificing things that matter to me in order to try and make them happy.”

He took the hand he was holding and pinned it to the bed above my head, his pale eyes blazed into mine with a mixture of want and compassion.  “Shaw I’m the one that feels the need to burn the house down when the faucet springs a leak, I know I tend to go the extreme and I need to back off.  However if you think I’m ever going to stand by and watch you purposely put yourself in danger with that * again be prepared for us to do battle.”

I didn’t get a chance to reply because he kissed me, really kissed me, kissed me with an edge so that there was no mistaking he was serious and that I needed to pay attention to what was happening between us.  There was a bite of teeth and the press of metal and all the goodness that was just Rule as tongues slid together and hands began to roam.  He caught my free hand and pinned it above my head with the other one so that I was stretched out and prone beneath him.  His eyes glittered with pure wicked intent as he leered down at me.

“I think I like you like this.”  His free hand twisted and wandered over sensitive skin and moist creases.  I whimpered a little because it felt so good and because I wanted to move but he held me still with the press of his much bigger body into mine.  “I like having you at my mercy.  I can do whatever I want to you.”  He proved his point by taking the top of one breast in his mouth and sucking until it almost hurt.  He’d left a hickey the first time we did this too but this one seemed different, more like a territorial marking, a claiming of sorts.

“Good thing for you I like all the things you want to do to me.”  He pulled a leg up and hooked it around his lean hips.  I felt the hot press of him ready at my entrance and tried to shift so that he came inside.  He pulled back and grinned down at me.

“Always so impatient.”   I tugged at my trapped hands.

“You have no idea.”

He chuckled again as he kissed me.  “So tell me.”

I tried to pull him inside with the sheer for of will alone but he kept moving just out of range with a taunting smirk.  “Seriously Shaw tell me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut because there was only so much truth I was ready to hand over to him in one day.  He moved my other leg and pressed in just a millimeter or two making me start to quiver.  “Tell me why we all thought you and Remy had a serious thing going one but I’m the one that was your first.  Tell me why Rome seems to think you’ve had a thing for me for a while now.  Tell me why when we do this it’s so much different than whenever I’ve done it before.”

I wanted him to move, wanted him to let me move but when I pried my eyes open he was watching me closely, clearly in control enough to wait me out.  I met his pointed stare for a heartbeat before whispering, “Because it’s always been you even when I didn’t want it to be, even when it broke my heart over and over again.  It’s just always been you.”

My words changed something in him, his eyes flashed with a frozen spark and suddenly he was in and moving and the rest of the world just stopped and faded away.  All that mattered was what was happening between us in that moment and it mattered to him just as much as it mattered to me.  His tempo changed with each thrust, he was always a little wild, a little uninhibited in bed but it was like my words had broken something loose inside him and this was the real Rule, the guy that used crazy hair and a body full of ink to deflect anyone getting too close.  I gasped and moaned, finally calling his name out in a shaky voice as we raced towards the end together.  It felt different like he said, more powerful, more intense and when he finally dropped his forehead down to touch mine it felt complete.

I sighed in contentment and wrapped my arms around him.  He pulled me over him and rolled so that I wasn’t getting crushed.  I closed my eyes and was about to go back into a very satisfied sleep when the entire length of his long body went board straight underneath me.  My eyes popped open as I felt his hands tense in the ends of my hair and I forced my head up to look down at him.