He pulled out. “I’m hurting you.”
I clutched at his arms. “I want this. It’s just the hip.”
He sat back. “No fucking way am I hurting you.”
I pulled his hand to my breast. “Please.”
He shook his head.
This would be comical if it weren’t so frustrating. “Get up. We’re moving,” I told him. I wasn’t waiting a week to heal.
He followed me into the other room.
I spread my legs and settled my chest onto the table. “This position won’t hurt.” I’d never done it bent over a table, but here he wouldn’t have his weight on my bruise.
Luke
This was ridiculous. I’d hurt Debbie by barely putting my weight on her, and now she was bent over the table in front of me, begging for what I normally wouldn’t be waiting to do.
“Please,” she repeated.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
She nodded and pressed the side of her face against the wood of the table.
I shifted her back a little so I wouldn’t ram her hip into the edge, and aligned myself behind her, sliding in a little at a time.
She wiggled her ass. “You won’t break me.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed in deep. I caught sight of her wincing, just as I realized I couldn’t use her hips—or her shoulders—for leverage.
She laughed. “This isn’t supposed to be that hard. How about my hair?”
Still deep inside her, I separated the hair from the top of her head and threw it forward, grabbing the rest, and I had my leverage.
Slowly, I built up the tempo. With each thrust, I watched her face for signs of pain. When they didn’t come, I pushed in harder and faster.
The moans she made were delicious.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Because you’re so big and hard,” she replied.
I drove harder into her as the pressure behind my balls built. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh, fucking fuck,” she screamed—in a good way.
Every thrust had me sliding deep into her heavenly wetness, and losing my mind, it felt so good.
I was too close to coming. I slowed down and leaned forward, bringing my hand around the unhurt hip to reach her clit.
With pressure and strokes, I moved until I felt her tense up and convulse around me as she found her release again.
After that, I couldn’t hold off any longer. Her spasms milked me, and with two more pumps deep inside her, I shot my load.
I let go of her mane and leaned forward, with a hand on either side of her, to kiss her.
She craned her head back to meet me in a sensuous kiss. “See?” she said between pants. “I didn’t break.”
After a minute, I pulled out and lifted her into my arms to carry her back to my bedroom. I set her on the bed, and after I took care of the condom, settled against her.
“You’ll keep me safe, won’t you?”
“You can count on it,” I assured her.
She nuzzled closer. In time, her breathing slowed to the steady rhythm of sleep.
I might not have broken her, but as I listened to her breathing and felt her warmth against me, I realized she was already threatening to break my resolve to keep her at a safe distance—the way I kept all the girls away.
Something about this vulnerable girl was different, and it wasn’t just the comical difficulty of having sex with her, as wounded as she was.
Chapter 22
Luke
The morning light worked its way into my consciousness, only to be replaced by the itch of wool against my nose. I blinked a few times. It was the back of Debbie’s head in front of me. She still wore the cap I’d given her to protect her head wound.
My arm lay over her, cupping a warm boob. We were spooning. Since when did I spoon? Since never—that was a girl thing. I started to pull my hand away.
She grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.”
“You’re awake?” I murmured.
She nodded and squeezed my hand over her warm softness. “For about a half hour, just enjoying this. I didn’t want to wake you.”
I rubbed tiny circles with my thumb. “You like this?”
“Love it.” She rubbed her ass against my morning wood. “And this too.”
I thrust my hips against her. “Careful there, Red, or you might get more than you bargained for.”
“That’s not much of a threat.”
She was one hot vixen—the perfect antidote to all my troubles these days.
“I warned you. I’m no good for you.”
“You’re full of it, Mr. Badass.”
I moved my hand to her hip and pulled her over onto her back.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.” I’d forgotten again which was her sore hip. I pulled away. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her.
She turned further my direction and put a palm to my cheek. “It’s okay. I just need my aspirin.”
I lifted up and looked past her to the clock. “Oh shit.” It read ten minutes to nine. I’d forgotten to set an alarm.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to get going. I’ve got a customer coming by.” I rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom.
She followed. “You promised to help me shower this morning.”
I was stuck, because I had, and it was my own damned fault I hadn’t set an alarm. A few minutes later I had the protective plastic taped over her knee and ribs and was soaping her up and down, going a lot faster than I wanted to.
Her bruises were turning colors, which wasn’t pretty, but it meant the healing process was underway.
With every inch of her skin that I slid my soapy hands over, I got harder. She was so soft, so enticing—I really should have set my alarm.
She cast her eyes down to my swollen cock, which stood up like a flag pole. “I thought you said we didn’t have time.”
I cocked my head. “Tell him that. You’re the one doing the teasing.”
She pulled a slick hand up my dick. “Is Mr. Happy sure we don’t have time?”
I shuddered under her touch. Oh, such a temptation she was. I took her shoulders and spun her around by her good shoulder. “I’m sure.” Now behave yourself. I pulled the removable spray nozzle from the showerhead and carefully wet her hair from just below the cut. “You do want to wash this, don’t you?”
She stopped arguing, and I made quick work of shampooing her hair and dabbing the wetness away from the angry red cut.
“How’s it look?” she asked.
“It’s coming along. The bump is down, but the important thing is the Dermabond is still in place, so in the end, there’ll be no scar anyone will notice.”
“I guess I’m lucky you have such a well-stocked first aid kit.”
I did one more rinse of her hair.
She turned to me again, those marvelous boobs tempting me as they jiggled and brushed against my chest. “Why is that?”
“Why is what?”
“I’ve never seen anyone with that much first aid stuff.”
“Boy Scout. Be prepared, and all that crap.”