December (The Page Sisters Book 1) (21 page)

“I do,” he says, giving me a squeeze. “But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t looking forward to being a father. I was. Now that we know you’re not pregnant, I have to adjust my mind frame.”

“When do you want to try?”

He lifts a brow at me, but I can hear his heart beating faster. “For babies?”

“Yes.”

“Definitely within the next two years. I’ll be settled and timing would be perfect. I feel like a fish out of water every time I come back home. I need time to adjust to civilian life. I need you to be patient with me, December.”

“I will be,” I vow, stroking his chest. “So you’re really not going back?”

Danny shakes his head. “I finished my contract. I did my duty. My job is done. I’m not reenlisting. My military career is over. I want to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my time with you.”

“Ever the optimistic,” I tease, tracing the straight line of his nose.

He winks at me. “Always with you, December.”

Chloe comes to me, lifting the crook of my arm with her nose. She forces her way in the group and lays her head on my chest, staring at Danny with those big brown eyes.

“It’s Daddy’s fault,” I tell her. “Show her some love.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Come here, girl.”

She quickly wiggles into his lap, turning on her back so he can rub her belly.

“Jesus, the women in my life are demanding,” he mutters, scratching her stomach.

T
HE
P
RESENT

“Danny sleeps next to me. He’s thrashing wildly and sweating severely. He is burning up. His temperature is soaring high. He must be having a nightmare. I have never experience one of his night terrors. I didn’t know he had them. We haven’t been constantly involved for me to know much about Danny or his demons. It’s not like I slept in his bed every night.

Every powerful muscle in his body is violently strained and twitching underneath slick hot skin. Veins bulge in his jaw and neck as he grits his teeth like he’s been electrocuted. He looks like he’s suffering. It kills me to see him in pain.

I cautiously get out of bed to wet a washcloth in cold water. Tiptoeing to his side, I reach out to dab the beaded sweat from his forehead. He suddenly wraps his large hand around my throat and begins to squeeze.

All the oxygen rushes out of me. I begin to choke on spittle and lost air. I stare into Danny’s bleak black eyes and instantly know he’s not there. Danny’s gone. His mind is somewhere far away. His hand around my throat constricts me tightly, squeezing the life out of me. I’m unable to call out his name. The only sounds that are coming from my mouth are strangled muffles of frantic pleas. The world around me begins to fade.

The crushing pressure around my throat is immediately gone. Drastically weakened, I collapse to my knees. My mouth opens to involuntarily suck back air into my deflated lungs. My heart is beating in my ears. It hurts to breathe and swallow.

“Jesus, December,” Danny yells, scuttling away from me like he’s afraid he’ll hurt me. He rushes off the bed and slams his back against the wall, then drops to his butt on the floor in a corner. He brings his knees up to his chest and stares at me as he physically contains himself. “I could have killed you. Never touch me when I’m having nightmares.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, holding my burning throat with both hands.

He watches me with wide eyes that display unfathomable horror. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”

I crawl towards him.

Danny presses himself more into the corner.

Stopping all moments, I helplessly look at him.

“Who did you think I was?”

He wipes the sweat trickling down his forehead with his arm. “Someone else.”

“Someone like whom?” I ask, keeping my gaze on him.

He swallows with force. “Someone who wanted to hurt me.”

“Who would want to hurt you, Danny?” I have a sense at what this is. Post traumatic stress disorder. I have never known anyone with it and I don’t know how to handle someone who has it. But I need him to tell me. I need Danny to tell me what this is.

“A lot of people want to hurt me.”

“What did you do in the military, Danny?”

He remains silent, keeping his eyes on me.

I clench my jaw and breathe through my frustration. “Did you kill people, Danny?”

He swallows loudly, giving his head a slight nod.

“How many?”

He blinks at me, his gaze losing focus. “A lot.”

This doesn’t shock me. I guess it because subconsciously I knew. I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on him eight years ago.

“Do you have PTSD?”

It’s the only thing I can say. He isn’t going to give me the gruesome details of his kills. I’m certainly not going to bitch about it. Danny did what he did for our country, for our freedom. He doesn’t need a hard time from me. He’s already suffering enough. I refuse to add to it. I am here to help, not harm.

He seems irritated I even asked. “It’s nothing.”

“Stop lying,” I beg, desperate and wanting to help. “It’s something. It’s a big fucking deal.”

His jaw hardens. “What do you want me to say, December?”

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

He watches me closely. “The funny thing about the truth is, once you know it, you can’t undo it. There’s no going back to blissful ignorance. You’re stuck with it forever. I’m not sure you want that kind of truth from me.”

Determined, I crawl towards him despite when he pushes away. I reach up to take his beautifully tortured face in my hands. “I want to be with you, Danny. Only you. And that should be the only thing that matters.”

He lunges for me. I’m pressed into the bed before I have time to blink. He hovers above, his face etched from stone but his eyes are fierce with emotion. He looks into my eyes as his hips press between my thighs.

“Are sure, December?”

“Yes, Danny. It’s been you since the very beginning.”

His hands are everywhere at once, yanking my T-shirt off and sliding my panties down my ankles and off my feet. I’m soon under him naked and wanting everything he as to offer. Danny’s hot mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there.

He places his fingers between my legs and he presses them at my entrance. I whimper when he pushes one inside me.

His warm lips are next to my ear. “You’re being Danny’s good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his soft hair. “Please more.”

He slides another finger into my opening, moving it in slow circles. I jump and push desperately down on his palm when he touches a spot inside of me that sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

His other hand closes around my nipple and pinches harshly. He mimics the same move but only with his mouth over my other one. I’m hit with many sensations. The stark difference of his finger delicately moving inside is so different from the cruel way he tweaks my nipples.

He adds another finger, then nips at my pulse in my neck with a sharp bite of his teeth. I come fast on his hand. He carefully withdraws his fingers and kneels between my open thighs. Danny grips me behind my knees, spreading me wide-open for his viewing pleasure. I feel his ragged breath against my sex. He stares at me. His eyes are utterly black like the sea at night. His gaze is intense and darkly radiant. Danny’s hunger is palpable.

I close my legs in nervous anticipation and scuttle up the bed.

His hands fully encircle my ankles. He jerks me down the bed until my backside is hanging off the edge of the mattress and my mound pressed right against his mouth. He releases my ankles and cups my ass like he’s found the cure to his thirst. He lowers his face and I’m lost at the first rough stroke of his tongue. He licks upwards through the center of my folds.

My stomach muscles clenches. A sharp climax flows out of me. He spreads me open with his unrelenting mouth. He sucks on my flesh until my legs muscles begin quivering. Danny’s tongue rubs me mercilessly, teasing and drawing out my pleasure from my shaking body like it’s his favorite game.

I come and it goes on and on.

I’m spent and delirious when he rises and wedges between my legs. His hips move forward and his steel hard erection grazes my sensitize vagina. He presses my hips down with his hands. I writhe helplessly under his powerful body.

He stares into my eyes and smiles.

The sadistic bastard.

Danny likes me desperate and half out of my mind with wanting.

His hips slightly surge forward, the tip of his scorching hot thickness at my entrance. I put my hands on top of his bulky shoulders and dig my nails into his hard muscles, needing him inside me.

He leans down to touch his brow to mine. “Look at me, December.”

My eyes flicker up to his dark gaze and my chest cracks open.

Danny’s rugged beauty is startling.

He places a tender kiss on the corner of my lips. “Are you taking your birth control pills?”

“Yes, Danny. Please. I need you inside of me.”

His dark gaze is on my face, watching closely as he eases into me. His hands move to my ass to guide me as he lifts me little by little, sinking slowly down into me. I listen to his breathing, knowing he’s straining himself to go slow.

Pleasant pressure begins to grow where his hardness pulses. Danny is slowly and subtly, even gently penetrating me. This is much better than the first time. I don’t wince or flinch once as he determinedly enters me. He uses all of his weight to lean fully into me.

A muffled cry escapes my lips, I orgasm instantly.

Gasping from the intense sensation of him stretching me, I wrap my shaky arms around his neck and tug at his tousled hair, pulling his big hot body closer. My legs close around his waist tighter and tighter with each agonizing slow thrust of his hips. A hot swirl of pleasure spreads in my belly.

I could die just like this and die happy.

He gently kisses my closed eyelids, cheeks, and nose. “I waited forever to feel you come on my cock, December.”

I feel the thick length of him twitching inside me. “God, Danny.”

He presses his face into my neck, licking and biting at my hot skin, then stares at me. “You’re getting wetter.” He flashes a playfully arrogant grin at me. “You’re going to wet the bed.”

I yank hard on his hair by the roots. Pain and desire smolder in his eyes. “Please don’t tease me,” I beg, tugging his hair more. “I need you to move. You feel so good. I’m going to die if you don’t.”

His hand travels down my stomach and flicks at the bundle of nerves between my legs as he thrusts excruciatingly slow. I feel all of his hard thick length side into me. It’s everything I craved it would be. Sex with Danny is nourishment to my soul. I’m stripped bare and needing. I’m the most vulnerable under him like this. There is nowhere for me to hide. Danny’s in my skin.

Inhaling sharply, I shudder and climax.

“I’ll give you what you need, little lady. Just hold me tight.”

He fucks me through my ongoing orgasm. He pumps his hips in an unhurried rhythm that makes it hard to breathe. His sleek beautifully scrupled body presses into mine, leaving no space between us. A torrent of slow burning ecstasy surges through my veins as my arms around his neck tighten.  

Danny’s gaze never leaves my eyes. He’s not just inside of my body, but in my mind. His eyes seek every movement of my face, tracking every expression. He’s reading everything I’m thinking, penetrating more than my body.

Danny strokes become harder, longer, deeper, and more violent. With each powerful thrust of his hips, unbearable pleasure balloons inside me, building, building and building until it spills out of me.

I drag my nails down his spine, drawing blood.

His hand clutches the back of my neck as I convulse, fading into oblivion.

I faintly register him shudder harshly and collapsing on top of me, panting heavily in my ear. Hot liquid heat pours into me. My legs tighten around his waist. I love the way he feels inside of me. We hold each other like we only have one another. We cuddle close, breathless and sweating.

“I love you, December,” he rasps hoarsely, nuzzling his face against my throat. 

Smiling stupidly, I run my fingers through his damp hair. “How long will it take for you to get it up again? I want to do this all night.”

He lifts his face and narrows his eyes at me, giving me his best glare.

“Okay,” I mumble, grinning lazily at him. I hold his face in my hands, tracing his brows, nose, and full lips. “Danny, I love you. So much that I’ll yell it to the heavens while you let me have my way with you. I want you on your back, captain.”

He gives me an easy smile, shivering slightly. “I’m all yours, bad little kitty.”

Danny makes sure we stay connected when he shifts on his back. His hands run down the length of my hair down to my waist, then he grasps my hips.

He surges up, thrusting deep.

Groaning, I bend over and clutch his chest.

His dark eyes glint wickedly. “Let me hear you scream it.”

“I love you, Danny,” I shout, tossing my head back in pure ecstasy.