Page 13 of Dangerous Obsession

A woman sits on her front stoop, smoking a cigarette. Willow runs up to her and I am there only seconds later. “Please, hide us…” she begs, and the woman glances at us confused, but she doesn’t hesitate.

The woman says, “It’s open,” and we duck into her apartment before our pursuers leave the store.

I stand there leaning against the door and hear the men approach and question the woman, who misdirects them by telling them we ran away. Willow wraps her arms around me and drops her bags. She’s scared as fuck, and my chest is pounding from the workout. I hate my brother. He’s going to hear about this.

8

WILLOW

“Will you slow down!” My short legs just don’t keep up with Leo’s stride as he leads me back to the safe house. That woman—Ethel—was nice enough to hide us from those jerks but when she saw the blood on Leo’s chest she asked us to leave before they came back. I can’t blame her. I know Leo isn’t actually hurt, but I wouldn’t want his blood on my things either.

“Hurry up, Willow. They are still searching. We need to get back to the house and hunker down. I should have never let you talk me into leaving.” He carries his gun in his hand, ready to cap anyone who looks at him crossly. He never even asked if I’d like him to carry something, so my arms feel like they’ll fall off. Evading barbarians who think violence is the answer in life while carrying sacks of groceries and water bottles is exhausting.

I don't respond to him. I have no response. I just do my best to keep up with him and hold my tongue so he doesn't snap at me again. The gym shorts I'm wearing are rubbing my inner thighs raw and going without a bra for this long can’t be good for the longevity of my perky boobs. He could have at least let me stop by a boutique and buy some decent undergarments. My only choice now will be to hand wash them in the sink and leave them strewn over the shower rod to dry.

“We needed water, you know?” I mutter as we turn the corner. The entrance to the safehouse building looms and Leo whips around and scowls at me.

“You need a bullet in your head too?” His chest is heaving and the bloody spot on his shirt is growing larger by the minute.

“We need to see how bad that is.” I nod at it and notice for the first time a cut in the fabric. It wasn’t a bullet. He likely got snared by some of the glass from the broken windows or something.

“So what? You’re a nurse now?” He reels around and continues to the door, holding it open for me to pass by him. I ignore his snarky remark and follow him to the door of our unit. I already feel safer now that we’re back, but I won’t admit that to him, not with the way he is treating me like this is all my fault. I accepted an invitation to have coffee with a good-looking man. I had no idea any of this would transpire.

Leo moves toward the small dining table and lays his weapon down after we’re safely locked inside. I set the bags on the counter and grab a bottle of water and crack it open. The fresh liquid quenches my thirst like an oasis in the desert. I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without having water to drink—or coffee. It’s been nearly forty-eight hours since I had a cup, so maybe that is why I have a nagging headache.

“Well, Doc?” Leo says, and I turn to see him sitting on one of the chairs, shirtless. His corded abs are a well-defined six-pack and I feel pain in my lip before I realize I’m biting it. He stares at me like I’m an idiot while I collect myself. Leo is really fucking hot. I’ve always thought that. And age hasn’t changed him a bit either; it only made him smolder more. “Yoo hoo,” he says, waving a hand around. “You want to check this out?”

The way he says the words doesn’t sound like he wants me to check out his wound, but more so that he acknowledges my attempt at showing him I care about him, even if it is only because he saved my life and he has to protect me now. I set the water down and sort through the bags until I find the one with paper towels in it. They’re an off brand, not what I normally buy, but they are better than a dirty rag in brown water. With a few paper towels and a fresh bottle of water in hand, I kneel between his legs and pour some water over his chest carefully. He tenses, so I know it stings a little, but not a single muscle on his face changes expression.

Leo watches me clean his wound. His half smirk and hungry eyes unnerve me, but it’s his confidence and refusal to show that he’s in pain that turns me on. I dab the paper towel over the bloody spot on his chest, adding water and drying it up a few times until the wound is mostly clean. It’s deep. He should have stitches, but I know he won’t consent to that. And I’m not about to sew him up. So instead I try to not look him in the eye while I work, though I do squirm a little.

Watching Leo in action, protecting me, herding me like a lost little sheep, it was eye opening. And arousing. It was the stuff movies are made from, where the heroine needs a hero to whisk her off her feet to safety, only it was real life. By no means am I an indigent waif, and anyone who knows me knows I hate those types of shows, but fuck was that sexy. He’s an ass sometimes, but I never have to worry if I’ll be safe. That is something I’ve wanted to feel for years now.

“Something amusing you?” he asks, and I meet his gaze.

“No, why?” I pause my wound cleaning and he grabs my wrist.

“That grin on your face… Seems like you think something is funny.” The way he holds my arm is possessive, like he owns me.

“Nothing is funny.” I try to stand and he puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back to my knees. I see the lust in his eyes and I know what he’s thinking. And believe me, if we hadn’t almost been killed moments ago, maybe I’d feel that way too, but my knees hurt and we did just have sex like ninety minutes ago.

He stares into my eyes for a long hard second then scoffs at me and shakes his head, sitting back. “So am I going to die?”

“You should have stitches.” I dab the wet paper towel over a spot of the cut that’s still bleeding. “But I can’t do them.”

“You know what you can do?”

God, his eyes, the penetrating way they drink me in. It’s like he’s an animal and I’m his prey. The rush of adrenaline from the gun fight and subsequent chase is still coursing through my body, and I’m sure he feels it still too. I squirm again, but this time it isn’t because he’s staring. It’s because my pussy is starting to ache. Am I an adrenaline junky too? I need to feel the thrill of fighting him and then get off? I mean I’ve had a lot of fun experimenting with my own body and masturbating but I only just gave him my virginity, and now all I can think about is fucking him over and over.

I flick my tongue over my lower lip and rest my hands on his knees. “What can I do?” I have no idea what I can do. I don’t even know what to do. I have zero experience in this department. I don’t even watch porn; I find it repulsive that other people slap skin for a camera, besides the fact that the sounds they make are ridiculous. No one sounds like that.

“Suck my cock, then impale yourself on it and let me fuck you so hard you lose control of your bladder and can’t walk for a few hours.” He rests his hands on his crotch and stretches the material over his lap, a clear bulge emerging as he undoes his fly. I panic for a moment. I’ve never given a blow job; he’s going to think I’m a fool.

“I… Leo,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“So you’re a virgin. I knew that, Willow. I know everything about you. Now,” he says, extracting his dick from his pants. He holds it upright and looks me in the eye. “Just wrap your pretty little lips around me and suck.”

My pussy screams for him to fill me, but I bend down and do as he says. I wrap my lips around him and suck. He tastes good. I don’t know why I thought he wouldn’t. I swirl my tongue over the underside of him and he groans. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He’s so fucking big, I can barely get my mouth around him. I use my hand to make up for the extra space and take him a little deeper. I gag and pull back.

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