Light (The Shadows Series) (15 page)

 I swallow hard. There can’t be any more secrets between us, so I prepare myself for the worst when I tell Theron about Bridgette. “She called me. Kayla and I were at the restaurant and I answered my phone thinking it might be one of the movers or something. It was Bridgette. She wanted me to talk to you for her.”

 “I want nothing to do with her. Nothing she could say would change my mind.”

 “She implied as much. She asked me to tell you she was pregnant and to let you know Thomas is the father.”

 “What?” The look of shock on Theron’s face is unsettling. I sit up and move myself into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands move to my waist, holding me in place. My hand moves to stroke his face, but he grips onto my wrist, stopping me from touching him. “I want so badly to be free of these fucking people, but all they keep doing is bringing me back in. I don’t want them. I don’t want any of them.” He drops my hand back into the water and looks away. I don’t understand how people can be so malicious and thrive on hurting others.

 “I know. I’m sorry.”

 “Stop apologizing for other people’s mistakes.” 

 I softly press my hand to his cheek. Holding his gaze, I let him know how sorry I really am. “I’m not apologizing for their mistakes. I am apologizing for mine. I should have told you when I got the first note, even if we weren’t together at the time. If they have been watching me this entire time, they could have been watching you, too. I can’t lose you. It’s not a matter of me not wanting to lose you, it’s a matter of I can’t lose you. I won’t make it next time. It hurt so much when you left me. My heart went cold and ice shredded the inside of it. It stopped beating, Theron. I can’t do that again. Not now, not ever.”

 “Beautiful, I may be upset with you, but I won’t leave you. I left you that night because I thought that was what you needed. I heard you talking and your words cut me.” His hands slowly move up and down my back.

 “What do you mean you heard my words? I didn’t say anything to you. I fell asleep and when I woke, you were gone.” 

 “But you did. You were talking in your sleep to someone. I heard you tell Matt you love him. I thought you were having a nightmare so I whispered, ‘beautiful, I love you’ in your ear. I was hoping it would wake you, but instead you said ‘I’m not your beautiful, I’m his.’ Those words cut me. You’re my beautiful, you’ve always been my beautiful, but you rejected me.” 

 “Theron, I was sleeping! You can’t hold me accountable for what I say when I am sleeping. I didn’t even know you said that to me. I dreamt that Matt was telling me to go with you. I told him I loved him and I still do, just not like I love you and he knew that. He called me beautiful and told me he loved me, but I wasn’t his beautiful. I was yours. I’ve always been yours.” A horrible sob rips through my chest. I can’t believe I went through all of that pain because he assumed the worst of me. “You left me. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain!” I have now gone from nervous, to scared, to pissed in less than a minute. Who the fuck leaves someone because of a dream? I am so furious that my hands are shaking. “You killed me when you left. I didn’t understand. None of it made any sense. Every piece of happiness I was desperately holding onto, shattered.”

Hot tears slip down my cheeks, and I give up. This stress is too much. I feel way, too hot. My stomach is in knots. I scramble to get off Theron’s lap, but he doesn’t understand why. I am pushing his hands off me, trying to stand and I get my feet twisted. It doesn’t matter now. My attempt at making it out of the tub is futile. I barely bend over the side, before my entire lunch splatters onto the floor. If I could die from embarrassing moments, this would be the one.

“Baby, no!” Theron jumps out of the tub, grabbing towels to clean up my mess. My stomach starts to retch again, and this time I make it to the toilet. I am so over this. Every time I get myself worked up, I get sick. I collapse onto the floor and curl into a ball. I am barely aware of Theron cleaning up around me. The tile is cool on my skin, and I don’t want to move.

“Beautiful, you can’t lay on the floor.” 

“Why not? It feels good on my skin and it’s convenient.”

“First of all, you’re naked. You at least need a robe on or something. Second of all, despite what you say, that cannot be comfortable. Let me help you.”

“No, I don’t want your help. I just want to be left alone. I want all of this stress to end, I want your father to leave us alone. I want to be able to leave the house without worrying about someone watching me. I want to eat without feeling like death afterwards, and I just want to sleep.”

“That’s quite a list. Come on. We’ve both hurt each other today, we need to stop while we are ahead. Can you walk?”

“No.”

“Shall I carry you then?”

“No.”

He doesn’t listen. He bends over, scoops me up off the floor, and carries me to our bed. He pulls the covers back and lays me down. “Get some rest, my beautiful girl. I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit. Do you need anything?”

“Toothpaste.”

Theron laughs, as he pulls the soft sheet over me, tucking me in. “Already in the bathroom, beautiful.” He presses his lips to my forehead and my heavy eyes close.

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he room feels so stuffy. I walk over to the window and crack it open, just a tad. There is a nice breeze this evening, and my skin instantly cools, as I lean against the window frame. We are all sitting in the downstairs living room, going over every detail. Evan collected all of the notes that I tossed into the back of my car. For once, being a slob and not cleaning out my car has worked in my favor.

Detective Hallow and Detective Markz are taking notes of everything Theron is saying, and I have already been grilled several times. I am not sure what else they could possibly need to know. They lost interest in me when Theron mentioned his father might possibly be involved, and they started talking directly with him. I wish they would leave. I am tired and hungry. Tomorrow, I am supposed to go back to work, and I haven’t even approached Theron about that, yet.

“Miss Davidson. We will be in touch.”

I give one of the detective’s a simple nod of my head, without moving from my spot. I love that Theron has become my mantra over the past two hours. If it wasn’t for him, I would have walked out by now. This has to have been the longest meeting that I have ever had with the police. When they interviewed me after Matt’s death, it didn’t take this long. The thought of Matt, stirs in my mind. I wonder what he would think of this predicament that I have gotten myself into. I am sure that he would side with Theron, as well. Matt was always looking out for me. They would probably both be pissed with me. My skin feels flush again, so I lean down in front of the window and let the breeze blow on my face.

Strong hands grasp my hips and I stand up, my back coming flush with Theron’s front. Brushing the hair off my shoulder, he whispers in my ear, “Are you hungry?” His breath is hot and tickles my ear.

“Mmmm.”

“That’s not an answer.” Goosebumps spread across my skin, as I think of what I am hungry for.

“I could eat.”

“What would you like, beautiful?”

Thoughts of Theron taking me here, or in the library cross my mind. “You.”

“I can’t think of why that is. Shouldn’t we feed you two soon.”

“I’m not hungry for food. I’ll eat later.”

His mouth runs up my neck, nipping me with his teeth. My pulse is racing. His mouth finds my ear. “Is that so?”

“Theron, shut up. Don’t toy with me. Either fuck me so I can’t walk, or quit taunting me.”

He laughs and spins me around in his arms. “You have such a lovely way of speaking sometimes.”

“It’s an art form.”

 A throat clears in the room, and I turn to find Evan standing in front of the couch. “I’m going to call it a night. Let me know if either of you need anything. Eve, please don’t leave the house without me or Theron with you.”

 My cheeks flush at the realization that we aren’t alone. Theron and I watch as Evan leaves. As soon as he is out of sight, Theron picks me up in his arms and playfully tosses me onto the couch. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him, as he crawls over me.

 “I love you.”

 “I love you, too. I need to feel you.”

 “Don’t worry, beautiful I’ve got this. Are you mine?”

 “Yes.” There is no hesitation. I have always been his.

 “I’m keeping you. There’s no more running away. There’s no more secrets. There’s only you and me from now on.”

 “You and me for a little while.”

 Theron looks at me confused, and I can tell that he starts to get mad, before he realizes his error. “I meant you, me, and our little family.”

 “Okay.”

 “Damn right, it’s okay. No more talking. I want you screaming.” His words crack the air around me and just like that, my Theron has turned from sweet and loving, to dark and dangerous. I love this side of him.

 His mouth crashes into mine, our tongues collide and chaos ensues. He is pulling my shirt over my head and I am desperately trying to get to his. We are pulling and tugging at each other until we are both left naked in each other’s arms. He leans over me and our eyes meet. The dark desire in his eyes, lights up all of my nerves. His mouth finds my neck, licking and sucking, as he works his way down to my stomach where he plants a soft kiss. He wraps his arms around my thighs, spreading me open for him. Sparks shoot through me, as his tongue massages my clit.

 My back arches and my hips raise off the couch, as I try to get closer to his mouth. Theron thrusts his fingers into me, curling them up to hit all the right places. I am squirming. I can’t keep still. Grasping for him, I pull his hair. His mouth leaves my clit and I moan in protest. I gasp, as I feel his teeth bite into the inside of my thigh. “Mine. You are mine.” Oh my God, he has marked me. I was desperate before, but now I am frantic for his touch.

 “All yours.” Theron grabs my waist, flipping me over. Smack! My ass cheek protests from where his hand has been, but my body loves it, as I let out a moan. He grabs my hips, pulling me and spinning me. I am now kneeling on the floor with my waist bent over the cushions and my ass displayed before him. Smack! “Ahh!” Brief pain, followed by pleasure. My head pulls back, as he wraps my hair around his wrist.

 “You are so fucking gorgeous with your ass red and marked by me.” Theron spreads my legs apart with his knee, making sure he has me where he wants me. My breath leaves me, as he suddenly slams into me. My pussy welcomes him, clenching around him. He slowly pulls out and rams back into me. This is a brutal onslaught to my nerves and I won’t be able to last long with him doing this. His pace quickens, and my grip tightens onto the cushions beneath me.

 “Theron! Don’t stop. Oh God! Please don’t stop.” My body is a frenzy of exploding nerves, as my orgasm rips through me.

 “Fuck, beautiful. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

 I gasp, as I feel something that I have never experienced before. I feel his hands spread my cheeks and his fingers softly push and circle where I have never pictured anyone ever going.

 “Ssh. I got you. Eventually, you’ll beg me for this, but we have to work up to it.” His cock slides in and out of my pussy, as he rubs his new conquest. Softly pushing, he slowly slides one finger into me, while keeping his pace. My body burns and stretches, as it accepts the intrusion. I feel tight and full.

 I find myself pushing back onto him. “Oh, my God.”

 “Fuck. Eve.” His cock slams into me again, filling me completely, and igniting another orgasm, as my pussy clenches around him, milking him for every, last drop of cum. I have never felt so stretched and full before. It is definitely something that I will be doing again. He has definitely helped me accomplish my goal of not being able to move. I glance at him over my shoulder, as he leans back on his knees. “Don’t move, my beautiful girl.”

 My head falls onto the cushions and my eyes start to close, as I watch his glorious ass walk into the kitchen. I am startled awake, when I feel something warm sliding between my thighs.

 “Don’t worry. I’m just taking care of you.” He runs the washcloth up and down both of my thighs, making sure to wipe every inch between. His arms wrap around my waist, gently moving me so that my entire body is now laying on the couch. “You are absolutely breathtaking. You’re glowing, and you look so incredibly satisfied.”