Calloused

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I waited for hours, but H didn't come back. I was so worried. I left the room to go look for him. I ran down the hall and to the stairs. I was careful not to trip on my way down. Once I reached the bottom, I went to the front door.

My hands shook as I opened it. I looked around frantically, trying to find H. 

I ran around to the garden, desperate to find him. I went to the picnic table, hoping to find him. I was disappointed when I found Fiero there instead. He looked concerned when he saw my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked in Italian, coming up to me. 

"I can't find H! We had an argument." I started crying in front of him. I was beside myself on what to do.

"Shh, it's okay. We will find him." He reassured me. He hugged me against his chest and rubbed my head soothingly.

"Why are you fighting each other?" He asked me.

"I had kept some things from him. And now he's furious." I admitted, pulling away and looking at Fiero.

"If he's smart, he will forgive you. He will stay and work it out." He sighed. He looked at my lips longingly. I turned away from him, realizing what he probably wanted from me.

"I hope he still wants me." I sighed as I sat down on the picnic table.

"I'm sure once he's calmed down, he will return to you. He would be stupid not to. You're a beautiful, strong woman. That's something most men dream of finding. " Fiero smiled at me as he took a seat next to me.

"Thank you." I sniffled, reminding myself not to drink so much wine in the future.

It turned me into a blubbering idiot hell bent on telling the truth.

I did feel a little lighter now that H knew about our lost child. Although the relief only lasted a few moments before he had stormed out of the room.

"How long have you known him?" Fiero asked, bringing me back to reality.

"6 years, but it's complicated, I'll admit." I frowned as I wiped my eyes. I was sure my makeup had run down my face from all of my crying.

"Complicated?" He asked, looking confused.

"We were together for three years, then I left for two, now this year will be our 6th." I shrugged.

"You left?" Fiero asked, surprised.

"To get away from the ones I loved, to keep them safe from Vincent. But clearly, it didn't work." I frowned.

"It explains why your father is protective over you, H and the rest of your men too." He smiled.

"We don't have much men left, but -" I paused as Liam and Lou came to my mind.

"The other three are in the guest house. They've been busy helping your father." Fiero explained. It was like he had read my mind.

"How do you know all of this." I questioned him.

"Your father filled me in on the details last night." He explained.

"I need to see them. It's been far too long." I shook my head.

I'm sure you will see them soon. Your father wants you to help with training."

"Then I will." I agreed.

I stood back up, refocusing on my mission.

"Thank you, Fiero." I smiled at him before I went searching for H again.

I walked around the property as the sky started to turn orange and pink. The sun was rising. He had been gone all night. What if he was injured? What if he ran into the wrong people?

Why was his lip busted? Why wouldn't he tell me? I was driving myself crazy with all these annoying questions and doubts.

Just when I was about to turn back on the trail I was walking on, I saw a large oak tree. My intuition told me to go to it.

The closer I got, I noticed a pair of familiar boots sitting at the base of the tree. There was a pile of clothes  neatly folded on top of them.

I walked past them, there was a small beach. It was a little bit of a walk from the house, at least an hour away.

My eyes scanned the beach for any signs of H. There were foot prints in the sand, the waves had yet to wash them away. He was close by, I could sense him.

I took my shoes off, then my shorts, and lastly my dress.

I walked towards the water, naked. I saw a figure walking towards me out of the corner of my eye. He wore just his boxers.

I turned my head to see H, he stared at me. I didn't say anything as I continued to walk into the warm, salty waters. The waves lapped at the bottom of my breasts the deeper I went.

H followed in after me. He looked like he was experiencing so many different emotions. 

We didn't use words, we just let our actions speak for us. H walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he was close enough, he reached his arms out to me. His hands traced over the curves of my body before he pulled me against him. He kissed my neck, leaving angry love bites behind. He was upset with me, but he was showing me that he still wanted me. 

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He connected our lips in a fiery, passionate kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip. Our tongues danced with each other. He brought one of his hands to the back of my neck as I weaved my fingers into his hair. I tugged at it as the tension grew inside of me. We behaved like starving animals. We were being rough with each other. He walked us back to the beach and laid me down in the sand. It clung to my body, but I didn't care. 

I just wanted to feel him inside of me. He ripped his wet boxers off. He dipped between my legs. I felt his warm mouth suck around my clit. I moaned out as I reached down and grabbed his hair, I tugged at it. He drove me to the edge, stopping just before I reached my climax.

He hovered above me; I could feel his hard cock pressed against my entrance. He didn't enter though, he teased me by pushing just the tip in. 

"P-please!" I begged him. 

He didn't hesitate as he pushed himself all the way inside of me. I arched my back as my warm, wet cave squeezed around him. 

"F-fuck!" I screamed as he began thrusting into me. He was rough and fast. I wrapped my arms around him. My nails dragged across his back. He wrapped one of his hands around my throat and squeezed just enough for the pressure to make me feel slightly lightheaded. I whimpered at how good he made me feel. I closed my eyes.

"Look at me when you cum." He growled. My eyes shot open as I felt the heat rising in my stomach. I couldn't hold back as I moaned his name, the pleasure hitting its boiling point. My back arched again as I clenched around him. His movements got sloppy as he moaned out. I felt him twitch inside of me as he filled me. We breathed heavily together. He rested his head on my forehead. We looked into each other eyes as we brought our breathing back to normal. 

"H." I whispered to him.

"I'm sorry I left." He whispered back before he kissed my lips. He was gentle and tender. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." I said, feeling my eyes water. 

"Shh, it's not your fault." He reassured me, laying another kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked me up and walked us back into the water. We washed the soft sand off as best we could. 

"Nothing will break us, only bend us." H whispered to me as he held me close. 

"Through heaven and hell." I whispered back.

"Through heaven and hell." He agreed.

A part of me still felt like he would always harbor negative feelings for the loss of our baby boy.

I couldn't blame him, I would too.

I would always remember our little Dominic, even if he was in heaven.