Page 115 of Stutter

“I guess we’ll find out when they get here.”

And we do find out when Raven comes in dragging Jonas to Damon’s side so he can check out his hand.

Before we can even eat, Damon is disinfecting Jonas’ bloody and bruised hand as he recounts what happened in the locker room. “Flex your fingers for me.”

“I’m telling you, I’m fine, D.”

Damon stares blankly at him. “Now move your wrist.”

“I thought you only did heads?” Jonas says gruffly.

“Internal medicineandpsychiatry, Jonas. I told you this at De Novo the night Tyler…” Damon looks over at me, “you know.”

I roll my eyes. “The night our girl slashed his wrists and made it look like a suicide, yes.”

Jonas grins and Damon goes back to cutting gauze and wrapping it around Jonas’ knuckles, using a butterfly clip to keep it together. “Too tight?”

He flexes his fingers and shakes his head. “No, that’s good. Like new again. Besides, we don’t have a game until the bowl.”

“Congratulations, by the way.”

Jonas shrugs his big shoulders. “I don’t want to be away from Raven that long. We have to be there the night before. I don’t want to do that.”

“It’s only an hour away and we’ll be at the game.” I reassure him.

“That’s not why. I know she’ll be there. My girl hasn’t missed one game. Even when we were broken up, right baby?”

She nods, but she’s staring at the pizza boxes. I open the box as Damon puts away the first aid kit, and I swear her eyes cross at the smell when she inhales the scent. I smirk, loving that she never has qualms about the fuel she puts into her body, and if she’s ever insecure, she’s never shown it. Not to me, at least. That partdoesbother me. I’d tear down any insecurity she has. I am glad though, she hasn’t tensed up with as many times as my fingertips have grazed her scars and my lips have kissed them, in a long while. Besides, I’m sure she’s seen the changes her body’s gone through since she started working out with Jonas, Damon or myself in the mornings.

She hardly clutches her leg between workouts anymore, can run longer distances, and her breathing technique is far better.

It’ll be harder to catch her come Spring and I can’t fucking wait until the snow melts for us to play.

I want to rut into her while her face is in the ground, her ass is up, and whatever leggings she wears are wrapped around her ankles,feelthe new grass beneath my knees while I fuck into her perfect cunt and this time… this time she’llscreamfor me.

She catches me glowering at her while she bites into a slice and her chewing slows as though she can hear every single one of my deranged thoughts, or thinking the same thing, the tops of her cheeks turns a beautiful pink, but I want them pinker. I want them ruddy from exertion. Want to taste the salt of the sweat on her skin, want to taste that exertion on her magnificent pussy, and then add my own so she smells and tastes like me.

I want to brand her as mine so nobody else can claim her the way I have… she can never leave me, never have an excuse not to argue with me… and the need to see her soft and swollen with my child in her tummy makes me hard beneath the table. Fuck, the thought of sucking the milk from her breasts while she bounces up and down on my cock is doing all kinds of distorted things to my mind.

The sight of her on her knees for me may be branded and tatted into my skin until I’m nothing but dust in the ground, but that’s exactly what she’s done – embedded herself into skin, my mind, my heart and my fucking soul.

I have never and will never love a woman the way I love her.

“It was the way he looked at her.” Jonas says around the bite of food in his mouth. “He’s planning something.”

“You think he knows it was her?” Damon asks and Raven’s caramel gaze flicks over to them, listening in on the conversation which shifts my attention to them as well.

“Does it matter? It made my stomach hurt. Nothing good can come of Stephen looking at her like that.”

“Like how?” I ask curiously.

Jonas drops the slice of pizza on his plate and then imitating Stephen, he narrows his eyes, glaring at me and then swiftly smiles.

Creepy.

“Could you just be paranoid?” Damon asks, biting into his slice.

“I… have… a chip.” She speaks up so softly but the rasp in her voice makes my dick ache further. “You… will st-still be able to f-f-find me. No mm-matter what happens. You… mm-made sure of that.” She’s looking at Damon when she says this but makes sure her eyes connect with each of us when she says, “I have f-f-faith in you.”

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