Guilt continues gnawing at me the entire way back. I want out. Out of this club, out of this life. I want to throw Naomi over my shoulder and disappear into the night, never to be seen again. Once it was safe enough, we’d contact Mom and Anthony and Nick. Until then, it would just be us. Alone. Safe. Free.
That’s a fantasy, though. It’s not how this world works. Blood in, blood out—you ride together, or you end up six feet under. That’s just the reality, a reality I knew when I became a member, though if I’m honest, it wasn’t a path I fully chose for myself. I sure as hell wouldn’t have chosen it, no matter the circumstances, knowing what I do now; having what I do now.
When we step into my apartment, Naomi is quick to tend to me, holding the door open, taking my shoes off for me and softly guiding me towards the couch. I know she’s just trying to help, but I hate it. It makes me feel weak, useless. I don’t want her to look at me like I’m some wounded baby bird.
She moves to step away once I’m seated on the couch, but I grab her wrist and tug her towards me. Naomi stumbles forward, failing to catch herself, which works out perfectly for me. She lands in my lap, and I grunt in discomfort from being jostled before I grip her hips, pinning her into place perfectly.
“Kolter, stop! I’m going to hurt you,” she complains, trying to wiggle away from me.
“I’m fine, Peaches. Look at me. Picture of health,” I say, glancing down at myself.
She rolls her eyes like she doesn’t buy my shit for a moment before trying to stand up once more. I hold her tighter, ensuring she can’t move an inch, and she lets out a frustrated huff.
“Why are you so stubborn? You don’t have to be tough all the time. You’re hurt—let me take care of you,” she says gently.
Her sweet voice tugs at my heart, and I lift my head up to meet hers, brushing my lips against her own. She’s resistant for only a moment before her mouth gives way to me, softly moving in rhythm with mine before her tongue swipes in.
“You are taking care of me, baby. Let me take care of you,” I murmur against her lips.
She scoffs and shakes her head, though she’s smiling. “You really think I’m going to let you have sex with me when you literally almost died yesterday?”
I trace my thumbs over the exposed skin where the hem of her shirt has ridden up, then pull away so I can look at her fully. “Maybe not, but I think we both need this.”
“Why?” she asks, amusement lacing her tone.
“Because you need the reminder that I’m still here, and I need the reminder that you’re not going anywhere.”
She softens then, her brows knitting together as a clouded look enters her eyes—and then she nods.
She grips the bottom of her shirt, tugs it over her head and tosses it to the floor, then stands, her hands moving to the button of her jeans. Slowly, she unfastens them and peels them down her legs. My cock jerks in response, and I palm it through my sweatpants, stroking it slowly as I watch her.
“Take off the bra next,” I rasp and slip my hand into my sweats so I can grip my cock fully.
She reaches behind her back, freeing the clasp and allowing her breasts to spill out.
Fuck.
My hand moves faster, and a bead of pre-cum spreads from my tip.
I watch with rapt attention as Naomi skates a hand down her chest, past her stomach and pauses at her panties. I think my shy girl is nervous, and I’m ready to encourage her to keep going, but then she pushes her hand beneath the lacy material and slips a finger inside herself.
A pleasured gasp escapes her that turns my breathing labored.
“That feel good?” I choke out.
She nods, her eyes dilated as they meet mine. Then she sinks her teeth into her lower lip and pushes a second finger inside.
“Oh my gosh, Kolt,” she whimpers.
“That’s right, Peaches. Pretend it’s my fingers inside you right now. What would I do next?” I ask, my movements on my cock turning jerky.
She pulls her panties down with her other hand, gifting me the beautiful sight of her before that hand moves to her clit. It’s swollen and practically begging for attention.
As soon as her fingertips touch it, her entire body shudders. She’s standing over me like a moaning goddess, and I’m a mere mortal on his knees for her.
“That’s my perfect girl. You’re doing beautifully,” I encourage.
“L-Let me see you,” she stutters before another soft moan escapes her.