Page 37 of Ruthless Love

They're all talking so quickly, I can't hear, but I just nod, thankful for them all.

Charlene whistles loudly. "Let's give her a minute, but while you're taking it, how is Cain?"

I wipe at the moisture under my eyes and have a seat in the one they push me toward. "He's doing well. He started walking on his own a week ago, and he's going today to see if he's cleared for light duty. We're both ready. Cain doesn't take it easy well, and I'm sick of arguing with him."

The fight we had last night did end in a good way, though.

"Oh, look at that smile. She's having a good time with him, even though he's a pain in the ass."

I can't deny it. "He's so ready to get back to work, and truthfully, I'm ready for him to get back too. We had an argument last night that ended in the hottest of ways." I give them a grin. "But I could have done without it even happening in the first place."

TWENTY-NINE

CAIN

"Wouldyou stop treating me like I'm a child, or fragile? I'm neither." I grind my back teeth together as we lay in bed together. I've been irritated since our squabble. She followed me to the bedroom, but I have a feeling it wasn't for her, it was for me.

"You've been on edge since you got hurt," she protests.

I reach forward, hooking my fingers around her neck, squeezing roughly. "I'm fuckin' horny, Ris. The way you're moving around here, like some Florence Nightengale, taking care of my every need, except for this one."

With my free hand, I move it down my body, cupping the erection pressing against the fleece of my sweatpants. Dipping below the waistband, I take my length in my hand, giving it a couple of jerks.

"Your tattoo is moving with the rhythm of your hand. Fuck if it's not hot, Cain. I'm so turned on by you. Do you want me to take care of you, Cain? Do you need some relief?"

"Yes, goddamn it, yes."

Before I know what's happening, she bends down to her knees, opens her mouth, and takes me down her throat. It feelsso good. I have to put my own hand down there and grip the base to keep from coming.

“Holy shit,” the oath is ripped from my throat as I groan, forcing my eyes open against the lingering effects of the painkillers I'm still taking every once in a while. “Ris, I’m gonna come.” I grit my teeth against the need to explode all over the both of us.

I’ve been on edge too long, wound way too fuckin’ tight, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my life for far too long.

She laughs, deep and throaty. The sound goes straight to my dick, making it throb. “The only thing stopping you from coming is yourself, Cain.”

“Please don't stop touching me.” I inhale deeply, turning my head toward her, catching the scent that’s always hers. A hint of citrus and cinnamon. “Please tell me I'm gonna last longer than five minutes.”

“Probably seven," she gives me a saucy smile. “Let me finish,” she slides her hand down to where mine is gripping and then back up, collecting the fluid at the tip to lubricate her way.

I close my eyes, rolling my head around on the pillow. I’m not the type of guy that comes apart seven minutes into a fucking hand and blow job.

“It’s the medicine,” she whispers in my ear. “From what I've heard, and what I researched, it makes some people incredibly horny and puts them on a hair trigger. If it feels good,” she licks my ear with the tip of her tongue and goosebumps appear along my arms. “Let it go.”

I reluctantly let my hand stop gripping the base of my cock, but instead I bury my fingers in her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. “Finish me then, but know while it feels good for a second, it’s nothing like when I go balls deep inside you. I wanna fuckyou,” I catch her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, owning it as much as I can from my prone position.

“I know you don’t like giving me the upper hand, but let me take care of you.”

She’s right, I don’t like to let her pleasure me without reciprocating. It’s so empty. With her, I love to be in the moment, thrusting hard and deep. I love to see her eyes light up, the light turn dark, and the way her lips quirk into the sexiest fucking grin as she’s about to come. I love to hear the cry of ecstasy that she always tries to hold back, and I ache to feel the rake of her nails down my back.

“Let it go, Cain,” she sucks my lobe into her mouth, yanking tightly on it as she uses her hand to move up and down my length.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. I can feel it gathering at the base of my spine. My entire body tightens as she increases her speed. “I want to come inside you so bad.” I grasp her hair tightly in between my fingers, shoving her mouth into my neck. “Own me, Ris fucking own me,” I beg her.

Her teeth bite into the side of my throat and her hand increases speed, pumping me so fast I can hear her beating against my stomach. Hard strokes designed to get me off. Using my free hand, I reach down, cupping my balls, groaning at how tightly they’ve pulled against my body. “Yes,” I groan as I feel myself break the wall. Stabbing my head into the pillow, I close my eyes, throwing my head back. “Yes, oh God, yes. Fuck,” I grasp her hand in mine, jacking my cock together, increasing the speed as I feel her bite my neck again. “Goddamn.” Letting go of her hair, I reach up, grasping the metal rail of the headboard as I feel the evidence of my release spill over our entwined hands and onto my stomach.

I’m shaking, panting, praying to God I will always know what this feels like and hoping my pounding heart doesn’t mean a heart attack is imminent.

“Jesus Christ,” I try to regulate my breathing. “I haven’t come that hard from a hand job since I was fourteen years old.”

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