Page 11 of Resurrection
Pushing my pesky inner horny hype-crew to the back of my mind, I set my course. I have a feeling I’m seriously underestimating my nursing duties, but I’m so here for the sudden change in room temperature. Before I even realize it, I fall, head first, into the role Cole and Ihave carefully cultivated from my deepest, darkest fantasies.
“What do you need from me, Doc?” I ask, breathless with desire as I let him take the lead.
He appraises me for a moment, drinking in the distance between us as it lessens. “I think it’s time, beautiful. Time to handle the past. And time to let it go.”
Wait... Is this what I think it is? Is he... distracting me? Pulling me out of my head? He’s done this with me before. Is that what this is?
Do it! Do it! Do it! Get some, girl!
“What do you mean?” I ask, wanting confirmation that my thoughts are his own.
“It’s still in your head. All that shit that happened, it’s got you in a noose, strangling the life out of you. You’ve been buzzing around nonstop. I can see the anxiety behind your eyes, pretty girl, and you need to let it go. It’s time to move on. Would you allow me...us...to help you do so?”
Yeeeeeesssssssss!!!!!!
As my inner-self dances around in my head singing “It’s Raining Men” by The Weather Girls, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve actually been handling this worse than I thought. I look down at my hands. The tremble in them has become a constant side effect of everything that’s happened. It’s more than obvious that the events of days past are affecting me more than I can manage. I know Cole has pulled me out of my head before, haltedpanic attacks right in the middle of an episode in the past. He could probably help me manage my stress this time just as well. Should we do this?
I can see the desire in Cole’s eyes as well, echoing the need within my own. Maybe he craves this too? From the look in Hawk’s and Jax’s eyes, not to mention their rigid stances—ready and waiting to pounce in my general direction—maybe we all do. If he feels up for this, then maybe I need to listen. He is a medical professional after all.
Hurry up bitch and get that prescription for a shit ton of Vitamin D! Let’s Gooooooo!
I nod, but remember the rules enforced during our dynamic. “Yes, Doc.”
Cole gets a wicked glint in his eyes as his gaze slowly lowers down, passed my mouth, my collar bones, my stomach, and my hips, pausing at the divide between my thighs where my aching pussy resides before returning back to my face. I have no doubt he can sense my want, myneedfor him,regardless of the clothes I’m wearing. Without turning away, he speaks to Hawk and Jax. “Guys, let’s relieve our beautiful woman of her clothes. I believe she needs to warm up too.”
It's not even cold in the house, and the faint chill from the early morning air is long gone but even still, my skin erupts in goosebumps. I gasp when I feel Hawk’s hands finger their way under my shirt. He takes his time, rubbing them over my stomach and then my bra covered tits as he raises the fabric over my head. “Don’t worry,sweetheart, we’ll warm you up in no time.” His whispers float against my ear just before he takes a bite of the lobe, licking the sting away after.
Jax falls to his knees before me, trailing his calloused hands up my legs to the hem of my pants. He fiddles with the button at the top but decides to move in closer, wrapping his mouth around it and, with his tongue, pushes it through the hole before pulling the zipper down with his teeth. His hot breath on my already wet pussy sends shivers up and down my spine.
Forget warm. I’m already burning up.
He pushes the fabric over my hips and ass, following it down until it’s a heap on the floor. I step out of it, waiting in my underwear for their next cue.
We turn our heads as one to Cole, just a mere foot away in the tub as he leans over the lip toward us. He reaches up, thumbing my hip bone. “We need to work through this, pretty girl. You know how this goes.” Leaning over, he places a light kiss to my hip before raising his eyes to mine. “I believe you were already scolded for your role in our escape by both Hawk and Jax.”
I have to take a second. A lot has happened since then even if it was just a few days ago.
Scolded? What was I scolded for? Oooooh, yeah... THAT....
I used myself as a distraction to lure the undead away so they could rescue Cole from the horde of zombies. Both Hawk and Jax talked to me afterwardsabout how they weren’t happy I put myself in danger, but were ultimately grateful that I did.
“When do you put yourself in danger, Aly?” Cole’s tone is low and precise.
Aly? Since when does he use my actual name?
Ah, fuck. That means I’m in some serious, deep-shit kind of trouble. But Hawk and Jax had already scolded me for what I did. Is it really necessary that Cole reems my ass as well? My hands twist nervously as I sputter my answer.
“Never, I know, but—”
“Never.You never put yourself in danger. I don’t care if it’s me, or Hawk, or Jax, or even Sadie, youneverput yourself in danger.”
“But you would have —”
“No. Aly,” Cole interrupts. “I’m prepared to die if it means you’re safe, but I can’tliveknowing you were hurt because of me. Even if it’s in an attempt to save me. Look, I know why you did it and I love you for it. So fucking much. But never again.” He looks at me pointedly, waiting for me to submit to his request. It’s not necessarily unreasonable, but I can’t say that if I’m put in a similar situation, I wouldn’t do the same.
These guys would die for me.
As I would for them.
