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  Taking the back of my neck he kisses me, pulling me harder into him, my tongue moves into his mouth, and I enjoy the taste of the beer. I move my hand up to the drawstring of his pants. Placing my hands on the waistband, I breathe in and out once, and then I tug the material slowly downwards. I can feel my heart beating against my chest so hard right now.

  I pull away from him as his cock springs out. I stare at it, I can't help myself, and Leo starts rubbing my back softly. He must know that I'm nervous as he takes one of my hands and guides it to him. I grip his shaft gently, getting a jolt as my fingers wrap around him.

  His hips jerk a little when I enfold him, and he gives a sigh of pleasure. I'm not sure if he's doing that to let me know that I'm doing okay, or if he really does like my touch. His flesh is warm and soft, and as I begin to stroke him, running my hand lightly up and down, I can feel his body temperature rising. He sighs again, but as I lower my head towards him and begin to lick at the head of his cock, the sigh transforms into a deep-throated moan.

  Leo pulls me up, and I look at him. Moving forward he gives me a quick kiss. "I'm going, to be honest. Every time you touch me I feel more alive than ever, so I might not last that long." He leans back into the couch.

  Lowering my head again, I flick my tongue back and forth, tracing the contours of him, lapping up and down his shaft and licking at his balls. This is a new one for me, but the way Leo jolts when I do it, I know he likes it, and that makes me happy.

  I work my way from his balls to the tip and then back down again. I move back up on him and open my mouth wide as I take the first few inches of his cock in. He tastes amazing, exotic and salty. I begin to suck experimentally; this feels so much better than I thought it would.

  He puts his hands on either side of my head, pulling back my hair. I get the feeling he wants to watch me, and I'm happy with that. I want him to stop me if I'm doing anything wrong. I look up at him, staring into his beautiful, dangerous eyes as I try taking another couple inches of him into my mouth. My throat contracts and I cough lightly. He groans, his hands move into my hair and pulls me away just a little.

  “Slowly,” he whispers.

  I begin to move my head back and forth as I suck him, loving the slick friction of his cock sliding in and out from between my lips. Doing this right now to him makes me believe even more that Leo is the one that puts all my pieces back together.

  He rocks his hips a little, and I hold still, letting him thrust as he pleases. He cradles my head in both of his hands and begins to rock in my mouth, very slowly, giving me time to adjust to him. His hot flesh slides against my lips, his cock passing over my tongue and slipping down my throat until I simply can't take any more of him. My throat contracts, pushing him back a little as I can't take too much more.

  Leo lets me settle around him, as I give myself a moment to adjust to him. I then take Leo deeper down my throat. His thrusts become more powerful, and I open myself to him, marveling that I’m actually here, actually doing this, kneeling between his legs and enjoying this so much.

  Suddenly he pulls away and looks down at me. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is coming hard and fast. I feel overheated, and my limbs tremble. My heart hammers inside of my chest. This is turning me on a lot more than I thought it would and I want him to have sex with me, but I also want to carry on.

  “I’m going to cum.” His thumb moves along my bottom lip.

  Bringing my mouth back down, I take him in again and move up and down a little faster. His hands move into my hair, his grip tightens as he thrusts with the same rhythm as my mouth.

  "Hope," Leo groans my name, and I feel the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. It takes me a moment to adjust to it, as it's thick and keeps coming, but I swallow. I swallow every drop from him. Slowly, very slowly pulling away from him, I place my hands on his thighs as I let him free from my mouth.

  I lick my lips, and Leo lifts my head up to look at him. "I'm not sure how that was for you, but for me, trust me, there's no way I'm going to stop you from doing it again. Amazing." Leaning forward he holds my hips and lifts me up to sit me on his lap.

  Moving closer, I give him a little kiss. I want to do that again. I want to do that a lot more. It was the best thing I’ve done in a long time.

  "If I touch you here," Leo's hand moves from my back to my stomach, then slowly to the waistband of my pants closer and closer, "would you be wet for me? Did that turn you on? Because I really want to fuck you now." His finger teases me, and I moan quietly. "Don't be so quiet Hope; I like it when you say my name." I look at him watching me, his eyes not leaving me and it's making me hotter. "So wet, so, so wet, moan my name, beautiful."

  “Leo,” I moan against his lips, as he starts kissing me harder, our tongues dancing together. He picks me up as he stands, and places me on my feet as his hand moves down my back. He pulls my pants and panties down, quickly followed by his. Grabbing my bare bottom in his hands, I feel the smile of his lips against mine as he picks me up.

  I feel Leo licking from the side of my neck up to my earlobe, making me moan ever so slightly. He takes a few steps, and I'm hoping it's not to the bedroom. I'm not ready for that yet. Then I feel the coldness on my bottom, the table.

  He softly pushes me back, and as I lie down, he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, then a little softer, then hard again. Every time he sucks on it hard I moan out his name.

  As Leo’s mouth works on my nipples, I feel his hand moving down my stomach. As he reaches my clit, I jolt with the pleasure running through me. “I do love how wet you are,” I hear Leo say as his finger starts to enter me making me arch my back.

  I do enjoy moaning out Leo's name, and I do so more as his finger and thumb work their magic on me. My pelvis starts moving with Leo's hand, and my fingers move into his hair as he comes back up to my lips.

  “Are you ready?” Leo asks.

  “Yes,” I whisper the only word that I can get out. I want him so much it hurts; it hurts when he’s not around me.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful.”

  Opening them, I see that Leo’s eyes are full of desire and I think mine are too. He pushes his cock inside me; he knows I want it and I do. I moan louder as he moves deeper inside me. His pace quickens, I can feel his cock pulsing against my insides.

  “More,” I beg him. I want him so much. My hands move to his shoulders, our eyes are locked on each other. He begins to move faster and faster.

  He put his hands against my stomach and pushes down. I'm pinned beneath his powerful thrusts and full of his magnificent cock. An animalistic groan comes from deep inside him, and I feel his cock begin to spasm.

  I feel spurt after spurt of his cum filling me, and that pushes me over the edge. I cry out with bliss, his name leaving my lips. I never knew that sex could bring so much pleasure, so much light. This is like nothing I've ever experienced before. Like a new world has opened up to me now. We both gasp and moan and thrust against each other, begging each other to keep fucking, to keep coming, to keep this amazing feeling alive for as long as we can. I want it to go on forever.

  Each mutual thrust gives me a new wave of orgasm that gradually ebbs as we slow and stop.

  Leo leans forward and wraps his arms around me and kisses my jawline. He brushes the hair from my face as he continues to kiss me. I do like that he’s so gentle after and looks after me.

  Picking me up, he carries me over to the couch and lays me down. “I’m going to get a towel, so I can clean you up.” Bending over, he gives me a kiss and puts the blanket over me. “Don’t fall asleep,” he says with a chuckle.

  Snuggling up in the blanket, I stare at the TV at some commercial about beer. “Move over a little.” Leo takes the towel and gently cleans me. My hand rests on his arm as he puts the towel to the side.

  He looks down at me and softly with his finger moves my hair out of the way. “Can I join you in there?” His voice is so soft. I move back a little as he lifts the blank
et and climbs underneath.

  My hand rests on his chest. I feel his heart beating against it, and I smile. I smile that he found me and is treating me so gently and that even with how I am and what has happened to me, he still wants to be with me.

  “I hope that smile is because you enjoyed yourself.”

  I start laughing and give him a kiss. “I’m smiling because I’m happy.”

  "Then always stay happy, because you look beautiful when you smile." He pulls the cover over us both. "Shall we go to sleep?" I bite my bottom lip; this is not where I sleep, this is not… "Stop thinking so much. I'm too tired to move, and you're falling asleep." His lips curl into a sexy smile, "So let's finish watching the game and go to sleep."

  I close my eyes as I can’t seem to keep them open much longer. “Mmm,” is the only sound I make. I feel his lips on my forehead and wrap my arm over his chest as he turns onto his back.

  This might just be the best sleep I’m ever going to have.

  Chapter 26

  Leo

  Looking over at the door, I see Jackson entering so I put my finger to my lips to tell him to stay quiet and I point to Hope sleeping on the couch. I just didn’t have the heart to wake her when I got up. She got dressed last night before she fully went to sleep and this is the first time that she has slept the whole night without waking up from a nightmare or flinching in her sleep, so there was no way I was going to wake her up.

  Jackson looks toward her as he makes his way over. “Have a good night?” He walks over to the coffee machine.

  “Very.”

  Leaning on the counter, Jackson peers over at me. I don’t have to tell him what happened. I can tell he knows, so I don’t need to tell him anything.

  He nods his head. "Glad for you both, just putting it out there. Never thought either one of us would find someone, but it looks like you have. So, when you have kids I'm a godparent, don't want to hear another thing about it."

  I start laughing. Having kids is not even in my head one little bit, and I have no plans to even think about it yet. I just want Hope to smile in the house without thinking about what she's doing, so anything else after that I'm not thinking about.

  “Please tell me you have something about her Uncle,” I say as I make breakfast for us. I want to finish this damn business with Jack so I can finally move forward with Hope.

  “Can I get some food in me first?” Jackson moves closer to see what I’m making.

  “Should have had food at your place.”

  He laughs. "Now we both know that won't happen, so plate it up." Jackson takes out some plates, he looks over at Hope, and I turn around as he nods.

  I walk over as she starts to wake up. I kneel by the couch, “Morning beautiful.” I lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek. She rubs her eyes and looks around. “Breakfast is ready.”

  Sitting up she looks around the room, then back to me. “I’m sorry,” she whispers to me.

  This is one habit that I can’t wait to get out of her. “Never say sorry. I might not make breakfast as good as you, but I think I pass.” I sit next to her. “Hope, I really need you to feel at home here, never feel like you have to do everything,” I tell her. I just want her to make this her home and do what she wants around here.

  “I’m trying, then something in my head just flicks on or something,” she tells me as I take her hand in mine and she leans on my shoulder. “I’ll try harder.”

  She has finally started to eat a little more, almost half a plate full of food and that’s making me happy as I know she’ll be able to get the thoughts out of her head as soon as she’s strong enough to fight them.

  "Go freshen up, then breakfast and we can go later to see your friend." I haven't been at work much this week, and that's because I wanted to spend my week with Hope, but next week I have lots of meetings including the one with Jackson and We Are Loved. So, I really have to go back to work. Otherwise, my dad will be coming over wanting to know what I'm doing.

  Joining Jackson in the kitchen I enquire, “So, what did you find?”

  “Well, Joseph’s murder is in the news. They say that the warehouse was burned to a crisp and that they won’t find any DNA there. At the moment, they think that another nightclub might have been behind it. They’ll close the case without any answers.”

  Well, that's a good sign for us. Jackson and I always said that the moment we thought we would get caught we would stop no matter what. I mean I want to kill that man, but I want to live my life too. I was a prisoner for so long, and I don't want to be a prisoner again.

  “And what about Jack?”

  Jackson goes to say something but stops; I look at where his eyes are to see Hope walking over to the kitchen. “Morning beautiful.”

  “Morning Jackson,” I hear as she gets some water for herself. I really want to get her to drink something warmer like tea or coffee in the morning.

  “So, what did you find out about him?” I ask. There’s no point hiding all this from Hope, she wants this to end just as much as we do.

  "I spoke to this one asshole, and he said that someone was coming to New York last night and this man holds a lot of power." Jackson's eyes move between Hope and me. "I've got a few people to keep their ears to the ground and see what they hear." Jackson holds his eyes with me for a moment.

  “Hope, can you please set up breakfast?” I ask as Jackson and I walk out to the yard. “Spit it out, you’re holding something back,” I tell him. Hope might not know when he’s hiding something, but he must have taken a stupid pill this morning. Jackson looks back into the house at Hope. “Jackson!” I shout his name.

  “Someone said that he’s here because he’s found her. Now I don’t know if they’re talking about Hope, but—”

  “The chance of it being Hope is high,” I cut him off as I watch her through the window. “Fuck.”

  "You have to tell her," Jackson says, and I already know that I just don't want to.

  “Yeah, I know.” We make our way back to the house. “Stay close today, we’re going to see her friend and … I don’t…” I pause again. I don’t want her to go see her friend just in case, but I can’t tell her to hide away either.

  “I’m close, let me know when you go to the park and I’ll be close by,” Jackson tells me.

  Maybe the bastard doesn't know where Hope is, but I'm not taking any chances. If he finds her, I want Jackson close enough to get her away from him.

  “Would you like some coffee or juice?” Hope brings the plates to the table and I look over at Jackson to let him know that we are talking to her now about it.

  "Coffee please."

  Sitting down, I wait for Hope to join us. "You really need to fix that fucking tile," Jackson says as he looks behind me, making me turn around as Hope walks past it and glances down at it. "You can tell the tile annoys the hell out of her." I start laughing.

  As Hope sits down, I give her a nudge. “Someone is coming to rip out the tiles next week, so you better pick a new design,” I tell her.

  "I was thinking wood floors that run all through the kitchen and the dining area, so that it's all the same, but it's your house so—"

  “It’s our house. We can do that, have you picked any out?”

  “No, I’ll have a look in the book.”

  “Hope, we need to talk about something—”

  "He's found me. I kind of thought that when you and Jackson went outside." I can hear the nervousness in her voice, and I'm worried about how it's going to affect her.

  "We don't know, it's just what we hear at the moment, but Jackson will let us know the second he finds something out."

  Hope looks down at her food and starts playing with it with her fork. She better not be shutting down on me. I know that she knows I won’t let anything happen to her, so I need her to still have faith that everything will be okay.

  "What time do you want to leave to see your friend?" I ask her. I need to get her out of the thoughts that she's having. If she talked t
o me about the thoughts I wouldn't mind so much, but she's keeping them to herself, and that will make her go crazy.

  “You still want to go?”

  “Yes, you’re not hiding. Hope, I’ll do anything to protect you, so I don’t care how my times I fall, I’ll get up until I know that you’re safe.”

  She goes to say something but stops; I think my words came out in a firm tone, enough for her to know that we are going. I look over at Jackson, as I feel he has something to say.

  “What?”

  "I just think that it won't be an easy, torture kill. He seems too smart for that. It might just have to be that you kill him when you get the chance." He moves his attention over to Hope, then back to me. I take a quick glance at her too to see how she is reacting.

  "You won't find him alone," Hope adds. I look over to her as she continues to play with her food. Her hands are shaking, and it's clear that she's scared. Her breathing rate has started to pick up. Something is preying on her mind right now and if I ask her, she might shut down on me.

  "Hey," I say, placing my hand on hers. "Eat something, then have a shower, get dressed. Don't worry about anything."

  She's going to worry about this every second of the day until it's over. I have no idea how to reassure her when I know myself what he's like. To me he is still the man that abused me, hurt me, but to Hope, he's so much more. He's the man that took her in when her family was taken away from her. He was the man that was meant to look after her, but instead, he hurt her, abused her, raped her and then sold her. Even after he sold her, he was still there to make sure she was following the rules. She knows him a lot better than we do, but my worry is that she's scared he'll take her back.

  ***

  Later we walk to the café so that Hope can get her friend some coffee and food. She hasn't said much since this morning, and I haven't asked her anything because I don't want to upset her.

  “Would you like to have lunch somewhere today?” I ask. Now, I’m not really a person that likes to eat out or be out in public for very long, but I know a few places that know me well enough to give me my own space. That was the mistake I made last time. I should have called my friend ahead of time and asked him to get me a table at the side of the restaurant, but I didn’t think. So I won’t be making that mistake again.