My head was deep in the proverbial sand, but it was dark and safe with your head down and ass up.
I wallowed in this state of denial until my cell bleeped with a message from Carter asking me to report immediately to his office. Stomach in knots, and fearing I would be forced to watch him fight the man, I dragged my feet all the way, wallowing in denial, and praying for fate to intervene and save us from this nightmare. I arrived before I was mentally ready. The door was closed, forcing me to knock.
“Come in.”
The muffled sound of his voice brought a kick to my pulse, and bracing myself, I opened the door.
“Lock the door, and come over here.” That stern doctor voice and stoic expression and my heart lodged in my throat.
“Do not fucking test me,” he said, but his lips tugged up, and it stilled a little of my franticness. Then I remembered how he’d told me everything would be alright when the drug dealer first challenged and before Blaine arrived. Maybe the challenge was already set.
“Like a fucking animal,” Blaine had said afterward. Carter looked so civilized as he sat behind a desk with his crisp white shirt. But I only had to consider how the material was stretched over muscle and the savagery with which he’d eliminated the last threat to understand that where Carter was concerned, first impressions were deceiving.
I didn’t want him to fight, but I believed in my very soul that Carter would prevail if he did.
“Babe, I’m still waiting.” I think I might have climaxed a little, damn his stern doctor voice. The lock was thrust shut with more force than was necessary. I caught a raised brow as I stomped over and rounded the desk to his side.
Leaning back in his chair, he smirked before shackling a wrist and pulling me onto his lap.
I squealed. He chuckled, and catching hold of my chin, turned my face toward his. “Nora, stop looking so worried. I said I would deal with it. I’ve dealt with it.”
“Already?” My eyes searched his face. He didn’t look hurt. “That was—um—fast?”
“We had a talk,” he said. “He decided not to pursue the matter.”
With those words, all the tension left my body.
“Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for telling me and not hiding from this.” His lips tugged up in a smirk. “I admit to having some doubts about how you’d react if it happened again. It’s not easy to trust. I get that.”
I’d loved Glenn dearly, but he hadn’t been a strong man, not physically and not mentally. The many years we’d been on the run, I’d been the one fighting to keep us together and alive. He didn’t have a single survival instinct in his body or mind. But surprisingly, the floppy-hair doctor, did.
He was determined to keep me safe, and I craved a partner who could make some of the life decisions for me so I didn’t need to be strong every second of every day.
I was owned. But it was the freest I’d ever been.
His hand cupping my cheek lowered to my throat, his eyes darkened, and I felt his cock thud against my hip. That quickly, I felt my body respond. The fear experienced living every day in this world, of whatever challenge tomorrow might bring manifested a sharp, visceral need for connection in the most basic way.
These interludes between the pain were to be cherished because who knew when it might be snatched away.
“I don’t think I have gentle in me,” he said, eyes locked with me. “Not after another man challenged me for you.”
He was warning me. Giving me an option to walk away and stop this now.
I knew he was going to fuck me roughly, and I welcomed it. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his. He groaned softly, nipping at my lower lip before lifting his head. Without a word, he coaxed me up from his lap and bent me over his desk. My hands shook with impatience, pussy already weeping as he tugged my skirt up, panties down, and filled me in a single thrust. “God, yes. That feels so good!”
Every rough stroke seemed to imprint his caring upon me.
“Babe, I told you I’d take care of you. If I have to do this every fucking day so you don’t forget, that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Please, I want you to.” The feeling of him moving inside me, the rough thrusts, the strong hands holding me still and forcing me to take this, made me feel gloriously alive.
“You want me to come inside you?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
“Do you have any idea what it will do to me if someone takes you and Adam from me now? The thought of you with some asshole, someone else having this perfect fucking pussy, putting their kid in what’s mine, makes me see fucking red.”
I begged him to come. I pushed back to take every thrust, doing and saying anything in the hope that it might encourage him to come inside me.
I didn’t want to climax before him, but the mere desire for abstinence brought it rushing to the fore. The roar as he pounded deeper twisted the sensations up into a wild, gluttonous bounty. Heat washed over my body; I shivered. My pussy clenched over and over.
The release took all my tension. My entire being focused on the hot flesh filling me and making me whole, the fierce, protective body bracing mine over the desk, and our gusty breaths as we both came down.
I could feel the cum leaking, feel his cock jerking as more spilled out.
It was messy.
It was perfect.
I felt complete.
But nothing was forever, and as he left me, I missed the connection.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and there was a whole world of meaning in that single word.
I giggled.
It got me a playful smack on the ass. He slumped onto the chair, dragging me onto his lap. I fidgeted. My pussy kept fluttering in little echoes that ached as much as they felt good.
“You sore, babe?”
I nodded. The words stirred at latent emotions bringing the hot tears pooling at the back of my eyes. Not trusting myself to speak without blubbering words of love all over him.
He took my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Good. I want you to ache where my cock has been. I want you to feel my cum leaking out all day. And I want your pussy all sore deep inside where I’ve fucked you good and hard. I love you, Nora. You’re mine now. I’ve claimed both you and Adam, put my mark on you.”
The shock of what had happened in the last challenge was still fresh, and the tears spilled over my cheeks. “I love you too. I like feeling the way I do after you’ve been inside me. I think… I think I might need this regularly. To remind me.”
His lips tugged up before he leaned in to take my lips in a sweet kiss that set me squirming again.
Epilogue
Blaine
“IT’S SUPPOSED TO be a practice!” I called as I passed the gym mat where Jodi and Mitch were having at one another.
“I’m going easy on him, and he’s still losing,” Jodi said, panting as she took Mitch to the mat in a perfect drop and pinned him there.
“Bitch, we both know I’m going easy on you.” Mitch grunted as she gave his arm a twist—Jodi added insult to injury by landing a sound spank on his ass.
“The fuck did you just do?” Mitch growled.
I bit back a smirk and carried on just as he broke the hold. They were both bruised and bloody, but something told me they were far from finished yet.