Page 73 of Protector

“Now, see…” A wicked grin played at his lips. “You’ve got me. I wonder if there’s something else you might be meanin’ though. All you gotta do is say it.”

“You’re an asshole,” I ground out, fighting to hide my grin.

“You got a filthy mouth on you, wife. Tell me what you want.”

Knowing two could play his game, I lowered my hand down to my breast, tweaking my nipple in between my fingers just like he had. “Oh,” I moaned, watching his face contort into one of pure, unadulterated need.

“Say it,” he forced through clenched teeth. “Fuckin’ say it, please.”

I licked along my top lip. “Let’s see… I’ve got this hand.” I squeezed my breast.

“And this one…” I moved the other between my legs. “Do I need anything else?”

He began jerking himself off with abandon. “For the love of all the saints, tell me you want my cock.”

My teeth sank down onto my lower lip before I admitted, “I want your cock, baby.”

With another low growl, he lifted me up and buried himself to the hilt inside me. The men who’d used their bodies to hurt me were gone. It was Jamie’s hands holding my hips in a death grip as he drove himself into me, chasing away the memories of that night with every thrust.

He brought his mouth down to mine while keeping his eyes open, and I knew he was watching for signs that I might be slipping away.

I stayed in the present, letting each stroke drive me closer to madness before coming with his name on my lips. He was no longer a biker Pres, and I was no longer a victim.

We were nobodies, learning to navigate each other’s bodies again while staying safely hidden away from the cruelness of the world.

His tongue sought entrance into my mouth, and I parted my lips, letting him in fully. My defenses were down, and any urge to fight him was long gone as we let the friction between us take over.

I kept a death grip on his shoulders, the muscles in my body losing tension as he drove himself into me. The blood drained from my face, and a scream ripped from my throat as I came before his fingers dug into my backside and he yanked me up, spilling his seed onto my belly.

His heart pounded so forcefully that I felt it in my own ribs, each of us fighting to draw air back into our lungs and come back down from wherever it was we’d just gone. “You okay?” Jamie gasped.

When I nodded shakily, he let his forehead drop down to rest between my breasts, pressing a soft kiss against my sternum. The water had gone cold at some point, and I shuddered against the chill before drawing him closer.

He reached out and shut it off with a soft chuckle, keeping a tight grip on me as he moved us onto the tile. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

Bypassing the plethora of bath towels, he strode out of the bathroom and toward the bed in the master bedroom, ripping the comforter back before lowering me into it. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist as he settled in at my back, pulling him around me like a blanket.

“I missed you,” I whispered, and his arms tightened around me in response. The sounds of our heavy breathing drowned out the sounds of spring rain on the window, and my eyes grew heavy with fatigue.

I drifted off to sleep with the knowledge that while my biker didn’t know how to be soft, he had given me the one thing I hadn’t even realized I’d needed.

Control.

* * *

I awoke to a completely dark bedroom and the soft sounds of snoring behind me. Slipping out from under the sheets, I padded into the bathroom to relieve myself.

The rain had finally stopped, and I listened as a pair of coyotes yipped to each other from somewhere out in the orchard.

My eyes were still swollen from crying, and I blinked blearily against the overhead light, trying to let them adjust. With a yawn, I tore several sheets of toilet paper from the roll, wincing slightly as it came in contact with my sensitive skin.

A flash of color caught my eye, and I froze before slowly lifting the tissue up.

Blood.

I was bleeding.

A soft whimper escaped past my lips as panic tightened like a vice around my chest. There was a low thud from the bedroom, followed by the heavy tread of Jamie’s feet racing across the hardwood.

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