Page 38 of Ruthless Love

She giggles beside me, burying her head in my neck. “At least you’re not as tense as you were. Maybe you’ll be more agreeable from now on.”

I make a non-committal sound in my throat, because if this woman thinks she’s going to blow my mind like this and not feel the same kind of pleasure, especially when she’s in my bed, then she’s all kinds of mistaken.

Marissa

I’m clamping my thighs together, trying to ease the clenching ache after the hottest hand job session I’ve ever participated in during my life. Running my hands along my stomach, I let out what I hope is a calming breath, trying to bring my arousal down from its roaring high.

Newsflash. It’s not. Cain Miller burns me up with how hot he is. I wasn't sure he'd be the type of man who could handle me before we got separated. In fact, I wasn't sure who I was then, but now? I know what I want in bed, and I’m not scared to say it. If it’s about my pleasure, I’m vocal. His manhood isn’t wrapped up in being the dominant one in the bedroom. We share and alternate that privilege.

“I think my brain shot through my dick.” he’s panting, wincing when he inhales a little too deeply.

“You okay?”

The question is a reaction I can’t temper. After seeing him in that bed, incapacitated, I'm always going to make sure he's okay.

“Ris, if I wasn’t, I would tell you. But hand to God, if you don’t come straddle my face right now, you’re gonna be sorry.”

His eyes are on the verge of black, tumultuous with the onslaught of emotion and arousal shining there.

Fucked up leg be damned. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s problem solve. This is a problem I definitely don’t mind solving.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me. Trust me enough to tell you if you do, but right now, I’m hungry.” his nose nuzzles my cheek and even that touch is enough to make my nipples harden further. “Hungry for my face to be between those luscious thighs of yours. C’mon Ris, I can fucking smell you,” he scores my jaw with his teeth. “Have some fun.”

“Bad idea,” I moan, before he surprises me by latching his hand onto my thigh, denting my skin with his fingers, and physically lifts me up onto his face. I have no other option than to straddle him.

His voice is deep as he noses my clit. “Hang onto the headboard, baby. I’m about to rock your world.”

Everything he does rocks my world, but I don’t like for him to get too cocky. A gasp of air is all I’m able to suck into my lungs when I feel his tongue flick against my needy clit. Twining my fingers around the metal bars of our head board, I moan. “Don’t ease in, Cain. Give it to me. You know how I like it.”

When he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, I realize he does know exactly how I like it. He doesn’t let up as I feel himbring his arms up behind my thighs, then I feel his palms slap against the skin of my ass.

“Fuck!” My head falls against my hands resting on the metal. I close my eyes and let myself feel. I lose every bit of resolve I have to make sure he’s okay when I feel the fingers from one hand sneak from behind and thrust into me, working in tandem with his tongue and mouth. “Oh God,” I cry out, throwing my head back.

He goes after me hard, not letting up when I try to flex my thighs to put some space between us. He slaps my ass again and shoves me further down on his face.

That’s all it takes as I undulate my hips against him, riding the tip of his tongue, riding this orgasm I’ve wanted since I felt him come against my hand. “Shit,” I let my head tilt, feel my long hair brushing the edges of my back, and give myself over to the emotions of release.

I pull my legs from around his face and snuggle next to him. He grabs my hand in his, his thumb caressing my palm in a slow, soft stroke. Eventually, I hear the even sound of his breathing, letting it lull me back to sleep.

THIRTY

CAIN

Sitting in waiting rooms of doctors’offices has become my least favorite thing in the world, and today I’m all by myself. I managed to drive myself, much to Marissa's argument. She has insisted on making sure she’s available for me whenever I need her, but I’m hoping after today, I can become much more self-sufficient.

That thought hits me in the gut, because I don’t necessarily want her to go. I like having her around, love waking up to her every morning, and look forward to the breakfast she always has waiting for me after I drag my ass out of bed. Running a hand through my hair, I realize how much I depend on her – not to take care of me – but to be my partner. What if she decides she’s done? That she doesn't want to come back home for good. I've been taking a lot of this for granted. I realize that now more than ever.

“Cain, you can come on back. How are you doing?” the nurse smiles at me as she holds the door open. I don’t miss the way her eyes rake down my body. Sounds egotistical, but I’m used to it and it doesn’t even affect me anymore. The only thing that affects me now are Ris' eyes running down my body, her handstouching my flesh. It’s enough to cause a reaction just thinking about it.

“I’m good, ready to see if I can get this cast off.”

“Kinda early, huh?” She makes small talk.

I shrug because I don’t really want to do the small talk dance with her. More than anything, I want this appointment over so I can figure out what my next few weeks look like.

She escorts me to another room and I have a seat on an examination table, waiting impatiently for the doctor to come in. I’ve done some reading online, so I know there’s a chance, if my wound has healed enough, I can get the cast off today. I want to take a shower, to walk without the crutches digging into my armpits, to get back to work, and to make love to Ris the way I want to.

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