Lustful Hearts
Chapter 94: Rесоnnесtіоn - P1

A week had passed and I was beginning to grow stronger. The headaches were fading, and Joel was keeping a regular smile on my face.

He'd done that a lot lately, although he wouldn't let me reciprocate, treating me like glass like I would shatter at any moment.

I just wanted him to be happy too, I could see the need in his eyes. I was pretty sure he was on the brink of combustion.

I lay awake staring into the dark abyss wishing Joel were here by my side. My door cranked open to reveal my dream come true, all six foot two of him standing in the doorway.

He quickly closed the door, dashing across the room and within moments his body was pressed up against mine.

"I just needed to see you. God, I miss lying next to you, being this close to you," he breathed, snuggling up tight against me.

I shuffled 'round to face him, even in the darkness I knew his eyes were pained as desire radiated through him. I wanted him and right now I knew I had to have him.

My lips brushed against his. "Joel, I need you."

His breath hitched and despite the silence, I could tell he more than needed me too. My hand skimmed along his warm skin, trailing down the length of his stomach till it rested on his growing bulge.

He gasped when I dipped my fingers inside the cotton material, placing his forehead against mine. "Oh god, Iz, I want you so much."

His words were my undoing. "Then have me, I'm yours, Joel."

He froze for several moments, I knew it all was to do with my injury, but I was so over being treated like a fragile ornament.

I grabbed his hand, pushing it beneath the satin and he gasped. "I need you, Joel now, don't make me wait."

I barely had time to plead any further when his mouth instantly locked on mine. He didn't need any more persuasion then?

His tongue entwined with mine as his fingers continued to do undo me in that special way. It didn't take long before I was moaning deep into his mouth, but I wanted more.

I felt the bed shift as he quickly removed his boxers, but then he froze.

Oh god, do not do this to me.

"Joel," I whisper yelled.

"Iz, we can't." I could hear the longing in his voice, so why was he now telling me no?

"But Joel . . ." I was seriously about to burst into flames.

He pulled away slightly, losing the connection. "We don't have anything, Iz." He huffed and blew out an air of frustration.

I sighed with relief. "Yes, we do, the secret stash."

"You still have them?" Before I had chance to speak the drawer was flung open, moments later his body was back pressed up against mine.

I groaned when he pushed his way deep inside. It was pure heaven. My eyes rolled back in delight, enjoying the familiar sensation.

Joel moaned deep into my neck. "Oh god, Iz."

A smile touched my lips at his words, I felt exactly the same.

"I never thought I'd ... Izzy."

"Shh it's okay, I know. Please I need you so much." I groaned when he started to move, each thrust providing such pleasure. I knew it wouldn't take long, I was virtually on the brink already. Every part of me ached and welcomed the pleasure that I had been without for so long. My body felt alive for the first time in months.

The orgasm that ripped through me was intense, my nails bit into his back as pleasure flooded every part of me.

Joel followed moments later. His breath tickled my face as he pressed his forehead against mine. I could tell he needed more than a moment to come down from his high.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered and I giggled, making him chuckle.

"I'm more than okay. I'd almost forgotten how amazing it was."

"Me too, god, it was perfect. Exactly how I dreamt it every night." "That's some dream."

His chest vibrated with a low laughter against mine. "The best."

My hand stroked his cheek, and he leaned into my touch. "You were always in mine. It was my favourite place to be, to lose myself in you every night. It made the day more bearable."

He sighed like the words mirrored exactly how he felt. "Me too, baby." He turned us so I was in a more comfortable position, though every part of us was still connected like we didn't want to break the bond. "I'd better get back . . ."

"No," I snapped.

"Izzy, I have to..."

"Not yet, just hold me, please, just hold me till I fall asleep."

His lips brushed against my hair. "I can do that, baby."

I sighed, snuggling into his chest.

He was here, and it was perfect.

I felt his loving touch when his fingers caressed the skin on my lower back lulling me into a beautiful, blissful sleep.

***

I awoke to an empty space beside me, but the crumpled sheet and the sweet tenderness I felt was a good enough indicator I hadn't dreamt the whole thing.

My mother walked in carrying a tray loaded with food, knocking me out of the replay in my head. I grinned in delight, god, I was ravenous. I needed to replete my energy after last night's activities. Like a moth to a flame, Joel walked in moments later, following the smell of food. He grinned as he sat down, quickly pecking my still swollen lips before launching into devouring my breakfast.

I rolled my eyes at his lack of manners. I gave up trying to mark my territory long ago, when it came to food he helped himself regardless.

After polishing off the majority of the tray, he took a final sip of juice before placing the tray back down on the ground.

He nuzzled into me and his delicious scent overwhelmed me. My fingers weaved through his wet hair fresh from the shower while he nibbled gently on my skin. "So last night was ..." I sighed.

"Amazing

It truly was.

"I wish your mother wasn't home."

I grimaced at his words. Ugh, me too. "Joel, you need to get going to work, remember?" I chuckled at his look of annoyance. I guess he'd forgotten that small detail.

"Don't remind me, I'd rather be here wrapped around your hot little body."

I grinned at his words. "We have tonight," I breathed, and his eyes widened in surprise. "You want to risk it again?"

"For another orgasm like that? Absolutely."

He grinned in delight. "So I rocked your world, did I?"

I rolled my eyes. Oh please like he needed the added ego boost. "You know you always do."

He stroked his nose against mine. "That's good to know. I've got to keep my girl happy."

"I think you can see by my face you're more than doing a good job."

"I've got to go before this conversation gets out of hand."

I pouted in protest. Every part of me wanted him again right now.

"Don't pout, you know what that does to me."

I wanted him to do something, which was the whole point.

"Okay, see you later, I guess."

He grabbed my chin, holding me in place, his mouth barely inches from mine. "I'll make sure to make it up to you later."

"I'm counting on it." I huffed, sinking back into the pillow.

"Oh baby, I'm definitely going to rock your world." He winked before adding. "And it won't be just the one time."

A grin spread across my face, tonight couldn't come fast enough.

***

Elijah paid his usual daily visit, bringing his collection of chick flick DVDs. We sat making our way through the popcorn, eating non-stop till the end credits finally rolled.

Of course, he'd made his usual running commentary throughout, I'd learned over the months to tune him out.

I'd just nod and feign interest while he rambled on about the clothes, the men, what he could do to them, and said line upon line before the words were out of the actors' mouths. Tidying up, I picked the last few remnants of popcorn, tossing them in to the bin. Only to look up to see Elijah stood, biting his lip as a look of anxiety crossed his face.

Oh god, this was not good.

He opened his mouth and then hesitated, tossing the DVD into his bag before sitting down on the bed.

"Iz..."

My eyes widened.

"Iz, I need to talk to you about Ryan."

My face dropped in horror. I didn't want to discuss it. I didn't want to go there.

"Elijah, just drop it," I whispered, trying to turn away from his intense, pleading eyes that were boring into me.

He grabbed me, pulling me back around so my face was pressed into his sweet smelling chest.

"He's a mess, Iz, I'm scared. He blames himself for the accident; he says it's all his fault. He's been drinking, missing college. You would barely recognise him at the moment. You need to talk to him; it's the only way he'll listen. I know things ended on bad terms."

That was an understatement.

"But you need to do this, please, you're the only one who can help him."