Page 13 of Looks That Kill

Chapter 7

Constance AKA Julie

The emergency room was standing room only. He didn’t require immediate care. Cameron wasn’t at all fazed at being treated like a number, but I was taking exception. Giving the nurse a hard time was raising the ire of a security guard standing by the door.

“It’s not as bad as it looks. I cut myself deeper when I’m shaving. Sit down before they have security take you out of here by force. I’m not in any danger. The blade barely nicked me. Any day that I wake up breathing is a good day. It’s going to take more than this to keep me down for long," he promised with me holding the bandage to his shoulder and Bethany pacing back and forth.

It had been almost three hours, but that was the nature of the Healthcare System. He wasn’t going to get any preferential treatment for his service to his country.

I remembered them fighting in the hallway while Bethany had her hand wrapped around me. It was a little hard to digest seeing Cameron coming to my rescue. Damian was severely injured when he came down awkwardly on his left knee. His football career was at risk of going down the drain. It served him right.

The police had him in their custody.

Breaking free from Damian took smashing him over the head with a lamp and making a run for it. My heart was beating so fast that I thought for sure I was going to have a heart attack.

“It’s not right for them to make you wait like this,” I protested in a voice that could be heard by the head nurse.

“It’s not a first-come and first-serve basis. There are other people in worse shape than I am. Try to sit still. We have a few moments. Would you like to join me in the cafeteria for ‘coffee’?” He emphasized that last word with an impish little grin on his face.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting? I’m not sure how I can answer that with a straight face. It would be nice to rid myself of this pent-up aggression in a more constructive way. I’m probably going to kick myself, but it sounds like a good idea to me,” I uttered with my hand pulling back the bandage to see that it was no longer bleeding.

He grabbed my hand and I looked at Bethany with a shrug while giggling like a schoolgirl. He was the true dictionary meaning of a man of action. Not even a wound inflicted during battle was going to keep him down.

“I’m not even going to ask. Just keep an eye on your phone. I will inform you when they are ready to see him. It is going to require stitches. That much is a certainty," she declared with a shake of her head to indicate that she didn’t agree with what we were about to do.

It wasn’t like she could stop us without calling for security. It was in the back of my mind that she could resort to those extreme measures. We respected each other enough to know when to step back and when to interject ourselves into the situation.

“We need to find someplace relatively private. What about the roof?” He inquired without waiting for an answer from me.

We climbed the stairs until we found the access point to the roof. It had a lock on it, but he easily dispatched it using one of my bobby pins. The anxious energy in the air was causing me to feel inflamed ready to purge the fire brewing inside of me.

He closed the door when there was a gust of air ruffling my hair. A steel bar was placed underneath the lip of the door to prevent anybody from walking in on something unexpected. He spun to face me with his hands suddenly on my hips drawing me closer to the object of my affection.

I was trying to fight those natural urges from overpowering me. It was driving me up the wall to keep him at a distance. The only thing I wanted was to rip off his clothes with my teeth. It didn’t matter that he was the cause of my mistrust when it came to men. One had come very close to breaking down my walls but then he showed his true face.

“I think we need to talk. There’s something you should know,” I spewed with my mouth coming under attack followed by his tongue fitting nicely between my lips.

The passion was better this way when I didn’t see it coming.

“We have done more than enough talking to last a lifetime. This isn’t ideal. I would rather something with a bed and room service. I won’t beg you to stay but I don’t think I’m going to have to. Don’t turn around and walk away from me," he implored until he got on his knees with his hands gliding up my legs simultaneously.

There was a catch in my throat and my eyes widened when he found that I wasn’t wearing panties. It was still in the hotel room somewhere on the floor after being ripped from me. His gentle touch along those lips found the acceptance of my unbridled passion waiting for him.

He lingered at the wet opening with the tip of his finger until finally pushing with a little more insistence. Those walls separated and bloomed in invitation. He buried that one finger to the second knuckle. A light kiss on my clit gave me an electric charge. This was followed by his lapping motion and a deep suction to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“This is what is called savage love. I can’t contain what is inside. There’s no reasoning that can possibly make me understand any of this. I think it was a stroke of good luck that I called you. It looks like I’m not the only one you saved on this fateful night. I want to love you but what I want most of all is for you to fuck me,” I stammered with my lips practically sticking together.

Those dirty words of persuasion were out there.

He looked up from what he was doing still consciously providing me with a pleasing sensation converging on my lower limbs. My hands were on his shoulders while I was standing with my legs trembling, watching his every move.

Playing my body like a musical instrument was causing this symphony of pleasurable expletives to come out of my mouth.

“I’m not strong enough to resist you. I used to envy my friends in the military when they had somebody to come home to. I didn’t understand that kind of unconditional love. It feels like I’m under some sort of spell at your mercy," he confessed before returning to the task at hand.

I knew this was real and not my imagination playing tricks on me. I was falling under the liquid gaze of his lustful intentions. The fire was being churned inside of me with every strike of his finger followed by two similarly sized ones joining in on the fun. He was really screwing them into me to make me feel stretched.

The orgasm took me by surprise. It had me drifting in and out of consciousness.

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