Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Addy,” he rasped brokenly. “My sister’s gone.”
I launched myself at him, going over Sebastian’s right shoulder and Loki’s left shoulder to get to him. Since Kettle’s arms were still pinned down to his sides, I did the next best thing, and wrapped my arms around his neck, and held on tight.
“I know, baby. I know.” I said consolingly.
When they realized he was no longer struggling to fight, but to get his arms around me, both Trance and Loki let go of him, leaving me over Sebastian’s back, and Kettle’s arms now wrapped around us both.
It actually would’ve made a funny picture under different circumstances; but now, it was just what he needed. His best friend and the woman that loved him. I could tell he needed it just by the way he clung to us, refusing to let go.
"What do you need me to do, baby?" I asked Kettle.
Kettle shook his head, but didn't say anything. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to go get you something to eat?"
Kettle shook his head furiously. His arms got tighter, saying without words that he didn't want me to go.
“Do you want me to leave?" Sebastian asked quietly.
Kettle didn't answer, only squeezed his arms tighter in answer.
Therefore, that's how we stayed for what felt like a long time. Me on my chair, leaning over Sebastian's back, and Sebastian sandwiched in between us.
After a long while, Kettle finally loosened his hold on our bodies, allowing the both of us to step back out of his arms.
"How 'bout I go get you something to eat, and then you head to one of the rooms. Baylee said the one on the furthest end was empty and had clean sheets. No need to go home tonight. I'll bring your food to you." Sebastian said quietly.
When Kettle nodded, Sebastian left quietly, leaving me standing on my chair staring at the man in front of me. I had no clue what I was supposed to say to him. Everything that came to mind seemed to be inadequate at that moment. Saying 'I'm sorry' just didn't seem like it was good enough.
So I got down carefully, while he looked at me hauntingly. I grabbed his wrist before guiding him out the door.
Surprised to find the room empty, I was even more surprised when I saw the hallway.
It was a normal sized hallway, but the way each member of The Dixie Wardens stood with their backs leaning against the wall made it look tiny.
Then there were the women that belonged to those men sitting beside them. Some were sitting on their bottoms. Others were holding on to their men, giving Kettle the silent support that a family did when one of their own was hurting.
I smiled at each and every one of them while we walked down the hallway towards the rooms I’d seen earlier when I’d helped Baylee with replacing sheets, cleaning and straightening.
Some of the men gave head nods, others gave pats on the back, but every single one of them gave silent support, showing that they cared.
I was humbled.
I’d seen the camaraderie over the last few months, but this was a whole new level of trust. Friendship.
Love.
Once we were in the room, I stripped Kettle’s smoke filled clothes from his body and walked with him, hand in hand, to the shower where I washed his body and hair with shampoo, and then did the same for myself.
Once we were done, I walked with him to the bed, and tossed him a pair of underwear that had miraculously appeared. They were lying beside a plate of food for us both.
As I ate in silence, I could feel Kettle sinking more and more into himself. He was going back to where I didn’t want him to be, so in an attempt to pull him out of it, to bring him back to me, I took the plate of uneaten food out of his hand, placed it on the nightstand, and pushed him to his back.
Then I made love to him.
It was all about him.
I started at his collarbones. Pressing soft kisses along his neck, and then down to his chest. One over his heart where an angel was inked into his skin. Then to his ribs, and down further to the hard muscles of his belly.
That’s when I started using my tongue. Trailing it down over each deep ridge of his abdomen, causing his stomach to quiver in anticipation.
Then my lips met the trail of hair that started just below his belly button. I followed it down with my lips until I reached the gray elastic band of his Fruit of The Loom boxer briefs.
The hard ridge of his cock was pushed down, held down tightly to his right upper thigh by the tight elasticity of his underwear.
I could see it pulse with each beat of his heart, and my mouth watered to take his length into my mouth.
“Please,” Kettle rasped as I lingered too long at the waistband of his underwear. “Take ‘em off.”
I ignored him, instead letting the tip of my nose trail down onto the soft cotton of his briefs until I reached the base of his hard dick. His smell was musky and warm, all hard and horny male.
Pressing a kiss to the hard column of his cock, I trailed my lips down the length of him. My lips met the skin of his thigh, and the tip of his cock that was still covered by the material.
Opening my mouth over the head of his cock, I let my breath fan out and warm his length. His hard cock jumped with the different sensation, and I used my nose to nudge up the leg of his underwear until the very tip of his cock was uncovered.
My hands, which had been idle at my side before now, started moving up the outside of his thighs until they came to rest on the notched edges of muscle that formed the V on his lower abdomen.
As I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, I stroked my fingers along those ridged muscles, teasing him with my just barely there touches.