The only protection I have against the storm raging inside me.
Preston picks me up off the ground and I lock my legs around his waist, breathing him in through my sobs.
“It hurts.”
Tightening his hold on me, he begins walking. “I know.”
I don’t know why it aches so bad.
All I know is that the only thing that can make it better…is right here.
Because even though I want to be alone…
I’d rather be alone with him.
Chapter 70
Preston
The team wasn’t going to grant me a day pass. Not even for the funeral of an immediate family member.
According to them, my progress still wasn’t quite up to par yet.
Fortunately, Brad stuck up for me and convinced them I wasn’t a flight risk or in danger of spending the eight-hour pass they finally gave me at a casino.
Unfortunately, what already took an hour to get here turned into two because of traffic.
Watching Kit fall apart at the cemetery gutted me. Her grandmother was a cunt who never deserved an ounce of Kit’s love, but I know it’s more than that.
Her Nanna—vile as the crotchety bitch was—was also Kit’s last surviving family member.
Not only does it make her the last Bishop standing, it brings the grief from losing her parents rushing back.
Kit doesn’t handle loss well. Because when she loves you, she does it with every single part of her heart and soul.
Which means that when something she loves gets taken away…it takes a part of her with it.
And while I don’t think she loved her grandmother…not in a conventional way at least. She spent most of her life trying to make that repulsive woman love her.
I pull up the driveway of the house and cut the engine.
Kit sobbed the entire ride home, but she seems a little calmer now.
I’d ask if she’s okay, but it’s obvious she’s not.
“Let’s go inside.”
She doesn’t protest, so I take it as a yes.
After getting out, I walk over to her side of the car and open the door.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her as I pick her up.
She does, gripping me so tight the nails she’s digging into my back are bound to leave marks.
After unlocking the front door, I enter the house. Lola, who’s in the foyer, looks equally confused and excited to see me so I give his head a brief pat.
“Do you want me to bring you upstairs?”
Truth be told, she looks like she could use the rest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so exhausted.
Kit shakes her head before burying her nose in my neck.
Okay, then.
“What do you want—”
I stop speaking when her teeth graze my skin.
I move my head to the side, giving her better access as her lips travel up the side of my throat.
“Kit.”
It comes out like a warning, because if she doesn’t stop, I’m not responsible for what happens next.
It’s been too fucking long since I’ve had her, and her doing this is the equivalent of playing with fire.
Her lips find my jaw, but before she can move onto my mouth, I beat her to it and capture hers.
Limbs still wrapped around me, I back her against the wall as I coax her mouth open so I can taste her.
The second our tongues meet; however, she motions for me to put her down.
As I do, I remind myself not to get mad because she’s emotionally unstable at the moment.
But then she sinks to her knees and unzips my pants.
I groan as her smooth hand fists my dick and she kisses my lower abs.
Blood flows through my veins when her tongue finds the head of my cock, teasing me before she gives it a slow suck.
My head lolls back, too lost in what she’s doing to stop it because this is what I need.
Not gambling again is going to be a lifelong struggle that I’ll battle with daily.
But living without Kit isn’t something I can survive.
I grab a fistful of her hair as she takes me deep, sucking me like she’s been craving me just as much as I’ve been craving her.
“Fuck.”
Bracing my hand on the wall, I thrust until I hit the back of her throat. Pleasure sizzles up my spine as she takes me. Every suck and slurp from that eager little mouth of hers feels so fucking good.
Too good.
“Stop.”
She instantly freezes, releasing my dick with a wet pop.
I take the opportunity to scoop her off the floor. My pants are around my ankles and the walk upstairs to the bedroom is too fucking long.
My choices are either the kitchen or the living room.
I pick the shorter of the two and move us into the kitchen.
I don’t know what was on the table, and I don’t give a fuck as it goes crashing to the floor and I set Kit on top of it.
My hands find the hem of her dress but when I go to pull it up, she stops me. “Fuck me. Now.”
Christ.
I wanted to take my time, but Kit’s driving a hard bargain that I’m not stupid enough to turn down.
“Spread your legs.”
Reaching between her now open thighs, I move her panties to the side, take hold of her hips, and sink inside her.
The warm, wet grip around my dick makes me groan.
Somewhere between the next few thrusts, it occurs to me that I’m not wearing a condom.
I’m rolling the dice by not stopping to put one on, but the need to be as close to her as humanly possible is at the very forefront of my mind and body.
Kit’s too, given the way her hands dig into my ass and the little noises she makes as I fuck her hard and fast.
She’s so slick, wet sounds fill the kitchen with every thrust. My abs clench and pleasure pushes through me as I pump in and out of her tight pussy.
I squeeze her tit, causing her to exhale sharply. Turns out I wasn’t just imagining things, because they fill up more of my hand than they did before. Not that I’m complaining.
She raises her hips, like she needs to take every inch I can give.
I give it to her and then some. Rubbing her clit with one hand, I bring her mouth to mine with the other, fucking her with my tongue the same way I’m fucking her.
Kit whimpers and cries against my mouth, and I taste every sound. I can tell she’s close because she clamps me like she never wants to let me go.
I’ll make sure she never does.
Her fingers cling to my shoulders. “Preston.”
Moaning, her body arches off the table, her hips meeting mine as she comes.
I’m right behind her. My balls draw tight as I pump into her one last time.
When I come, I give her everything—my trust, my loyalty, my love.
Because she isn’t just my exception.
She’s my entire fucking universe.
And nothing will ever change that.
Kit was so drained after I fucked her brains out, I brought her upstairs so she could get some rest.
In the meantime, I charged my phone so I can call Charlotte.
I creep into the bathroom after it’s charged so I don’t disturb Kit.
She answers after the third ring.
“How is he?”
I hear her sigh before she says, “He’s a little sad lately.”
Talk about a kick to the nuts. “Why? What’s going on?”