Runaways by Nicole Dykes
“Ican’t believe this.” I look out at the night sky from the window of Law’s guest room. I’m in the room next door, and Hayden is across the hall. This house is gorgeous. And Loraine and Andrew Malcom are about the nicest people I’ve ever met.
Which really isn’t saying much, but still. They brought three strangers into their home on a whim. Of course, it probably helps that Malcom is massive and intimidating as hell and that has a security firm of his own.
At first, that scared the hell out of me, but I calmed myself down with logic. He protects people. He doesn’t hunt down runaways. And even if he did, it would be a massive coincidence that he just happened to live where Lawson and I were staying.
They seem legit.
“Yeah, I can’t either.” Law sits on the edge of the bed. The comforter is a pretty dark color and seemingly untouched. Everything in this house is pristine.
“Are you still suspicious?”
His large shoulders shrug as he looks up at me with that guarded expression I know all too well. I walk over to him, standing between his parted legs as his hands roam up the back of my thighs. “Law . . .”
“It just seems too good to be true. I mean, she sees my shitty art on the side of the road and then offers me three grand to paint on her wall?”
I shrug because part of me agrees. But another part of me knows how wildly talented he is. “She sees what I see. I get it. Lawson, your art is worth so much more, and she sees it.”
His hands rest on my hips as I stroke his nearly nonexistent hair. He still trims it every so often, and he just did last week. “I don’t know.”
“I do.” I lean down and drag my lips over the scruff on his jaw. “I really do.” I kiss the corner of his mouth and smile when he does.
“We have to be careful.” He pulls back to look into my eyes. “You’re supposed to be my sister.”
Even though he’s teasing, I can tell it really bugs him. Just adding another worry to our already long list of worries. “They think we’re in bed. It’s not like they’re going to come in.” My hands roam over his chest, still solid and strong, despite the almost full year of being on the run.
His hands move over mine. “They could.”
I groan, leaning into him. “I need you, Lawson. It’s been so damn long.”
Being on the run doesn’t allow for a whole lot of sex or much of anything, especially with my stomach being in knots most of the time. Worried about him hating me and getting caught. Now that we’re back in a good place and actually have a roof over our heads, I want him so damn bad, I can barely stand it.
“I know.” I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down his throat as he leans back, holding onto my hips. “Don’t tempt me, Rae.”
A wicked smile falls over my lips as I drag them over his cheek and down his neck. “You know, we’ve been living on the streets for so long, I’m absolutely filthy.” I lean back, looking into his eyes, hoping they portray my unadulterated need for him.
“You should take a shower.”
I nod my head, grabbing his hand. “I really should.” I go to his door and lock it before leading him into the bathroom and flicking on the light. “But this is my first time in this house, and you have a private bathroom in your room.” I give him a sly look over my shoulder. “Spoiled.”
He chuckles, “So I should let you use my bathroom?”
“Absolutely.” I remove my hoodie—his hoodie—and toss it on the floor.
He steps closer to me, but I turn away long enough to turn on the hot water in the large shower and then turn back to him. His hands move over my hips. “And if they ask?”
“They won’t. They’re asleep. I’ll go back to my room before they wake up.” I lift my shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I’m completely bare for him.
He swallows tightly, seemingly trying to keep himself under control. But there’s no part of me that wants that. His large hands cover my breasts, feeling their weight, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples. “I love you, Lawson.”
My hands go to the hem of his shirt, and he lifts his arms, allowing me to lift it off him. He leans in, his lips taking mine. He kisses me deeply, one hand wrapped around my nape as he holds me to him. “I love you too, Rae.” His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, teasing me and driving me insane.
I whimper when he kisses me harder, his chest grazing my nipples, my need for him only growing. I undo the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down. My hand brushes over his erection through his briefs, making me shudder. “I want you so bad.”
He nibbles on my bottom lip and then moves down to my jaw and then my neck, intensifying my arousal, and he knows it. “We don’t have any protection.”
My birth control ran out long ago. “You could pull out.”
He chuckles against my bare skin, his face buried in my neck as he shakes his head. “There is no way I trust myself to do that. It’s been way too fucking long, Rae.”
I bite my bottom lip, letting my head loll back. My hand dips into his briefs, and I grab his cock. It’s warm and ready for me, leaking at the end, and God, I want him. I drop to my knees and push his jeans and briefs down in one quick motion. “What about your shower?”
I laugh and look up at him. “Just give me a minute.”
I lean forward licking the tip, pulling a deep, sexy growl from him. “A minute may be all I need.” I smile, taking the head of his dick into my mouth and sucking. “Fuck, Rae.”
It feels like so long ago since I heard such desire from him. I move along his shaft, taking as much of him as I can in my mouth, needing him, desperate for him, every single part of him.
His fingers thread through my hair, guiding me along his thick cock. The sounds coming from him are sinful and delicious. My hands grab his tight ass as I go down on him. “Rae . . .” He nearly gasps, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
Good.I don’t stop, and it’s not long before he’s coming down my throat. I try to swallow it all, but some of his cum drips down my chin before I stand up and face him, his face full of desire as he cups the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep, dirty kiss.
I lead him into the shower where we take our time washing each other, relishing every second of the hot water and bubbles of deliciously smelling soap. When we rinse off, and I’m about to turn the water off, Lawson drops to his knees. “Law?”
He looks up at me, water cascading down his back, his lips quirked in a beautiful grin. “You really think you’re going to make me come and I’m not going to return the favor?”
I smile as I hold onto his shoulders, and he directs me to part my legs with one hand. The sight before me—the man I love more than anything in the world on his knees, soaking wet and naked—is something that will be burned into my mind forever.
The first swipe of his tongue sends a full body shiver through me, and I grip his shoulders tighter. “Lawson,” I breathe.
I swear I can feel the jackass smile against my folds as he switches between circling my clit and long, delectable strokes along my slit, making me moan and beg for release.
He teases me, driving me wild as he brings me close, but then he stops, nibbling on the inside of my thighs. “Lawson, please.”
My hands grip his broad shoulders as my thighs quake with the need to come. He uses his fingers inside me, curling two of them in a way that hits me just right, causing me to call out just as he punishes my clit with his tongue. “Yes.”
Heat moves over my entire body, and then I’m lost in euphoria, unable to contain myself. He torments me, drawing it out until I’m so sensitive I have to push him away. He stands up, his arms around me and kisses me hard, pulling me under the water.
I’m not sure where the orgasm ended and the sobs began, but soon I’m weeping in his arms, and he’s holding me tight. His chin rests on my head as he holds my body to his. “It’s okay, Rae.”
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too. I’m so fucking sorry for being a dick for so long.”
I shake my head, looking up at him and sniffling while the water still pours over us. “You weren’t. I know you just wanted us both safe.”
“I needed you to be safe.”
I smile because that’s my big bad protector. He turns off the water and wraps me in a towel. He kisses my nose and then holds onto my shoulders as he looks into my eyes. “You’re right, Rae. I can feel it too. Things are about to change.”
I light up. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should be more cautious, but in this moment, I need to believe that.
Things are turning around for us.
