Chapter 37: A Jealous Man's Love

AVA

I rolled onto my side and faced Cyrus. I decided to give him some space, hoping he’d elaborate.

“I dated an employee before, a girl named Holly.” He folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “She came to work for me and wasn’t subtle about being attracted to me.

“She spent months pursuing me, which was mostly just annoying and unprofessional. Then suddenly she dialed it back, which gave me some room to breathe, and that worked in her favor, actually.

“I started to see her in a different light. She was kind of pretty, and she seemed kind. She was also good at her job and well-liked by other employees.

“I ran into her at a bar one night, and I was drunk enough to let her kiss me. She laid her love on thick, nearly suffocating me, but since I’d always held off on love, it was a nice change.”

He rolled on his side and pulled me to his chest. I couldn’t see his face anymore, so I put my cheek to his chest as he continued.

“I brought her home to meet my family one day, and shit hit the fan. Turns out she had dated Dom for a while, a couple of years back. She was in it for our last name and the money.”

Cyrus’s hand was running up and down my back soothingly, and I wondered if it calmed him down too.

“It hurt all of us, really. I’d always been pretty careful around girls, because I knew there was a large possibility it would turn out like that, but I thought I could trust Holly.”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Cy. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

He cupped my jaw in his hand, moving my face up toward his. “Don’t worry about it. I’m long past it. It’s just my father who can’t seem to let it go.

“I never expected him to go to these lengths to make sure I’d never get to love anyone, though.”

I pushed myself up toward him a little so I could kiss him. “I’m here to stay,” I said.

“Tell me again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed me hard, and I kissed him back harder, hungry for his touch. His hands slid over my body, seizing my ass and lifting me on top of him.

I grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him closer. Cyrus ground my hips into his, and I was quickly flooded with lust. I reached down below me and unbuttoned his pants.

He sat up and reached for the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift movement. I immediately dove down, eager to kiss his smooth, warm skin.

I kissed my way down as far as I could without taking off his pants, and then he rolled us over so that he was on top. He pulled my dress up and over my head.

My tights were next. They were off before I realized. He lay down on top of me, kissing my neck, stopping right over the bite marks he had left there.

“Sorry about this, by the way.” He kissed the bruise.

“What are you talking about?” I said, already panting. “That was Theo, the Swedish bartender.”

Cyrus slid his hand into my panties and dipped his middle finger into me. “Was it, now? Isn’t that the guy with the man bun and the pierced nose?”

“Mm…that’s the one.”

“Tell me,” he whispered in my ear, adding a second finger, “was he any good in bed?”

“We didn’t make it to the bed,” I moaned.

He suddenly let go, breaking the spell he had over me, and I blinked, slowly coming down from my high.

For a second, I was scared I had offended him, but he pulled me up and pushed me into my bedroom door.

“Yeah? Was it kind of like this?” He pulled my panties off completely and reinserted his fingers into me.

I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Tell me.” He pulled his fingers out and rubbed my clitoris with them. “Tell me, baby, was it like this?”

My knees buckled, and Cyrus hoisted me up with his free arm, wedging me between him and the door, my feet dangling.

“Yes,” I sobbed, fighting to keep control over my voice. “Yes, Cy, just like that.”

“And then he fucked you like that?”

“He did.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Cyrus dropped his boxers and lined himself up with my core, his tip pressing into me but not quite entering yet.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Please…,” I begged. “Please do.”

He held my gaze as he pushed himself inside inch by inch. He started pumping in and out slowly. I clawed at him, trying to pull him into me more.

“Are you going to tell your friends about how he fucked you again tonight?”

He slid one hand over my torso and onto my neck, lightly squeezing it. He used his thumb and index finger to tilt my head to the side, and he scraped his teeth over the other side of my neck.

“Should he leave his mark on this side too?”

I squeezed my thighs around his waist. “Do whatever you want.”

He sucked a patch of skin on my neck into his mouth, still thrusting into me slowly. I moaned again, sparks dancing all over me, and I grabbed his biceps.

He brought both his hands under my ass and started speeding up his movement, edging me toward my orgasm.

“I better make you forget all about him. Because I am a jealous man.”

“Cyrus…”

“That’s right baby.” He thrust into me harder and harder. “Say my name.”

I was breathing so hard that the edges of my vision were starting to disappear. “Cyrus!” My legs started to shake as I was nearing nirvana.

“Cum with me,” he said, and we went over the edge together, breathing in each other’s air.

He spun us around and dropped down onto the bed. We lay panting for a while, drunk on each other’s love.

“Let’s quit Brentstone,” I said, stroking his sweaty hair away from his face. “Let’s change your name and move away from this shit. I’ll go back to being a barista and you’ll go into housekeeping.”

Cyrus’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Your bed,” I explained. “It looked like a housekeeper made it. You shouldn’t let that talent go to waste.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, it did look like it was made by a housekeeper.” He kissed my forehead. “Because it was.”

My face fell, and then I smiled. “Of course it was. Of course you have a housekeeper.”

He closed his eyes. “Not anymore.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll happily make our bed.”

We got under the covers and lay there intertwined, and I felt myself slowly drifting away before Cyrus’s voice shook me awake.

“You’d really do that, huh?” His fingertips were stroking my hair absentmindedly. “Make our bed?”

I yawned. “Yes, honey.”

“You’d leave this life.”

I forced open my heavy eyelids and looked at him. “Mm-hmm. In a heartbeat.”

Cyrus sighed. “Good.”

“I’d prefer it, honestly.” I pressed my back into his front as I rolled over, ready to go to sleep again.

I felt Cyrus lift his head up to look at me, but I kept my eyes closed, basking in his warmth and comfort.

“You’d prefer it?”

I nodded. “You’re apparently a pretty well-known guy. And you know, I moved here for a fresh start, but it was also to get off Timothy’s radar…”

That was all I managed to get out before sinking into a deep, relaxing sleep.