Chapter Thirty
LOUIS
Packing my bag, I lift my gaze to the side of the bed where Tulip is sitting with her back against the headboard, her eyes are focused on me, her sheet pulled up over her bare breasts. I don’t want to leave her.
“Just come with me now,” I urge.
She shakes her head. “Hutton, Channing, and Exeter are coming over to help me unpack. Well, I think Channing and Exeter are just going to watch,” she says with a small smile.
Things have been a hundred times better the past few days and I can tell that slowly but surely Tulip is coming back to herself, but I can’t deny that I’m a little scared to leave her alone. I don’t know how she’s going to be out here in this house by herself.
My cleaning staff isn’t going to come until the day after she leaves for Las Vegas. My recluse chef has the kitchen stocked for her, he’s already left for home himself. She’s going to be alone. She hasn’t been alone since everything went down, even if I wasn’t at her side, I’ve been in this house the entire time.
“I’m going to be okay,” she urges.
Shaking my head, I somehow doubt that shit. When it’s late at night and she hears something, I know she’s going to panic. I just fucking know it and I’m scared to death that she’s going to fall apart and I won’t be here to hold her and help keep her together.
“I called Ford and he’s just up the road. He has the ability to access the property and the house. He can be here faster than the sheriff can and he always has a gun on him,” I explain.
Tulip nods. “I’m going to be okay,” she assures me again.
Zipping up my bag, I grunt. I’m not sure that she is going to be okay. I’m leaving in two hours and I feel like I’m never going to see her again.
“It’s literally four days until my flight.”
“Too many fucking days,” I state.
Picking up my bag, I set it on the floor next to the bed. She shifts and I watch the sheet fall from her body as she rises to her knees. Her bare breasts are exposed to me and I can do nothing but stare at the soft flesh as I run my tongue along my bottom lip with the desire to taste her there.
Tulip reaches toward me, her fingers touching my chest and slowly dancing up to wrap around the side of my neck. I stay frozen, too afraid that I’ll tackle her.
This week has really been a challenge and a test of my control. I’ve let her take the lead on everything, knowing it’s what she needs, even if that means ignoring my own for the time being.
Lifting my hand, I circle her nipple, not touching the hardened bud, but smirk when it tightens at the sensation. “Louis, I need you before you leave,” she breathes.
Her chest rises then falls. I can’t take my eyes from her tits, from the way she breathes. It hits me that she’s alive. Really fucking alive and I’m so goddamn grateful. I’ve been living in my own kind of denial about what happened.
“Thank you for sleeping next to me all night last night,” she whispers.
It was the first night since my own incident that I slept next to her in bed, mostly because it was my last night here, secondly because she begged me and there’s something about the way she begs, that makes me give in every single time.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, Tullie, always,” I whisper, my eyes unable to leave her perfect fucking tits.
She wraps her fingers around my wrist and stops my movements. Tearing my gaze from her chest, I lift my eyes to meet her own. I watch as she tilts her head to the side and smiles softly.
“I’m going to miss you, Louis. I’m going to cheer you on and you’re going to win. Then, I’m going to be by your side to celebrate,” she breathes.
Shaking my head once, my shoulders lift almost to my ears before I release them with a long exhale. “I can’t deny I’m really fucking nervous.”
“I know that you are.” She nods. “We’ve had a lot happen and we haven’t been able to talk about the fight much. Do you need to talk?”
The only thing that I need right now is my cock buried inside of her tight cunt, but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I shake my head slowly, my mind only focused on one thing and one thing only.
“No talking,” I rasp.
Her smile widens as she leans forward, her mouth brushing against mine. “I want you to take me, Louis. I want you to fuck me the way that you need to. I know you’ve been holding back and while that was nice, you owning me is much nicer.”
Clenching my fists at my side, I clench my jaw. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I say through my gritted teeth.
Tulip’s tongue slides across my bottom lip. “I’m more than ready, Louie. I miss you.”
It’s all she needs to say. Like a rubber band stretched to its limit, my control snaps. Growling, I lift my hand, wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck and I pull her toward me. Slanting my head to the side, my lips press against hers in a hard, all-consuming, kiss.
“Yes,” she sighs into my mouth. I feel the same fucking way.
TULIP
Louis’ fingers grip the back of my neck hard, it sends a shiver throughout my entire body and my breath hitches as I wait for what’s to come next. His lips turn up into a grin and he lets out a grunt as he leans down and wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs.
Without a word, he tugs on my thighs and sends my entire body backward along the mattress. Rising onto my elbows, I watch as he reaches behind his shoulder blades and tugs his shirt off before tossing it somewhere on the floor. Next, he divests himself of his pants.
I lick my lips at the sight of his hard length when he wraps his fingers around himself, I watch him stroke. Once, twice, three tugs before he releases himself and steps closer toward the side of the bed
“Spread,” he demands.
My legs immediately widen, my heart races with the idea of him sinking inside of me, owning me, claiming me the only way that he can. Louis’ hands wrap around my hip, his fingers spreading, sliding up and covering the entire expanse of my waist right before he tugs me closer and in one swift move, he fills me completely.
My back arches as I throw my head back, my legs wrapping around the backs of his thighs. “Yes,” I hiss.
“Tullie,” he groans as his fingers tighten around my waist, digging into my flesh and no doubt marking me.
Louis fucks me. This isn’t making love, this isn’t anything sweet, except it is just that, sweet—so damn sweet. Closing my eyes, my back stays arched as he takes me, consumes me in every way possible.
One of his hands glides up the center of my chest, between my breasts and then his fingers wrap around the front of my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, he just holds me, as his hips continue to slam against mine.
My legs tighten as I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs. His hips swivel with each of his downstrokes and I swear I’m on the edge, about to explode and if he doesn’t take me over the edge, I’m going to scream.
“Please,” I beg as he continues to fuck me, but keeps me right on the edge without taking me home. “I need more.”
Louis shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead, his chin dipped down as he watches me. His eyes are on mine, his lips pressed together and he continues his torture. Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his forearms and I sink my nails into his flesh.