Until You (The Redemption, #1)(64)

CHAPTER THIRTY


Crew




I stare at Tenny through the dim light, desperate to forget.

Eager to get lost in something—someone—other than my thoughts.

Needing to so I can erase the empty hollowness the nightmare always leaves me feeling.

I reach up and cup the back of her neck, urging her down toward me until our mouths meet. Until our tongues touch and our sighs meld.

I need her. I don’t want to need anyone but fuck if I don’t need her right now. And she’s just proven that it’s okay to want that.

She listened when I needed to talk. She comforted me when I needed solace. She was quiet when I needed to hear my own thoughts.

She was here for me when I can’t remember the last time I’ve let someone other than my family or Justin simply be here for me.

I can’t even remember the last time Brittney had been this giving, this selfless, this warm.

And so when I shift positions, when I sit against the headboard and guide Tenny to straddle my lap, I don’t hide from the emotions that have owned me since the night of the shooting. I don’t push them down and pretend they don’t exist.

I let her see them.

I let her see me.

And while it scares the ever-loving shit out of me, what other choice do I have? I can’t ask her to open up to me, to be vulnerable with me, when I can’t be the same with her.

So with her eyes on mine, I draw in a breath and put words to what I’m feeling.

“I need you, Tenny.” I bring my hands to her face and press a kiss to her lips before resting my forehead against hers. “I fucking need you right now.”

“Then have me.” She leans back and meets my eyes. “Take what you need.”

Our lips meet as we move efficiently and without fanfare. Her tank top comes off over her head. Both of our shorts get discarded. And then I hold my cock as she sinks ever so slowly down onto it—her eyes on mine.

A wave of dizziness threatens to assault me from the all-consuming sensation. Tenny’s pussy gripping my cock is otherworldly and just what I need to help me forget.

To make me remember what it is to feel again.

She doesn’t look away as she begins to rock back and forth on me. She doesn’t hesitate as my hands find her hips, my fingers gripping the flesh there, and control the pace. Instead, she holds my gaze so I can see what I do to her. So I can watch the desire turn to pleasure and the pleasure then turn to greed as she whispers words of encouragement.

Right there.

God, yes.

My name in a drawn-out, hushed moan.

She feels incredible.

Hell, she is incredible. The taste of her kiss. The feel of her pussy tightening around me. The scent of soap and sex on her skin. The sight of her before me slowly coming undone.

The only thing better than the feel of her is the taste of her.

That’s a drug in and of itself.

I try to shift her off me with thoughts of her pink pussy and my wet tongue pleasuring it, but she clamps her thighs over mine.

“No,” she murmurs. “This is about you tonight. For you. Let me give you what you need. Let me make you forget.” She grinds her hips over me. “Need me, Crew.” Her eyes are still on mine but fall somewhat closed with pleasure as she cups her own breasts and rubs her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

It’s a slow build. A sensuous climb.

Of shuddered breaths followed by panted gasps.

It’s hands grasping and thighs clenching.

It’s need mixed with greed and want mingled with temptation.

It’s her coaxing and me taking.

“Come for me,” she commands as her hips piston a little faster and her fingernails dig into my biceps as my hands guide her hips. “Crew.”

My name has never sounded better in that part moan, part demand of hers. My head begins to dizzy as the white-hot ache spreads from my balls to my lower abdomen to fucking everywhere.

I come, hammering my hips up to hers. Hard and ragged and desperate. I empty myself with a feral groan before sinking my teeth into her shoulder and then licking the nip away.

Our fingers link as she settles all the way down on top of me and her lips find mine again. Her kiss is tender. As gentle as the sex we just had was, it still felt raw. It still felt desperate.

“I’m here, Crew,” she murmurs against my lips, giving me words I didn’t know I needed to hear. “I’m here.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE


Tennyson




Stay.

Those were his words as I tried to untangle myself from him tonight and sneak back to my room like I have been doing the nights we’ve come together.

Gray eyes met mine, telling me he meant it. Expressing to me that he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Telling me that he still needed me.

The man sure knows how to make a woman feel valued, that’s for sure. Even on a night when it’s clear he had to deal with his own personal demons, it still felt like he tried to put me first.

I don’t know how, but it did.

I glance down at the top of his head and press a kiss to where it rests on my chest. His leg is hooked over my thigh, and his arm is tucked around my abdomen, pulling me against the curve of him.

I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else right now.