Page 36 of On the Rocks
After she sweeps out, a man strides in. Casual in khakis and a sky blue button down. He holds out his hand to me. "I'm Sam Merritt, the social worker. I was hoping we could talk, if that's okay with you."
He waits for my agreement before dropping down onto the stool and rolling closer. Respectful and polite, which is reassuring.
Swiping his tablet, he speaks while scanning the screen. "Extensive memory loss, unusual behavior bordering on criminal, and possible assault. Does all of that sound correct to you?"
The hell from the past two days summed up in one simple sentence. Too bad my life is so much more complicated. "Yes."
"Okay. I'm glad we're starting from the same place." He lays the device on his lap and looks up. A soft gaze that doesn't give away anything he's thinking. "That means you need some professional help to get you where you need to be. We could do an in-patient admission to get you intensive therapy as well as a roof over your head for a while, if that would be agreeable to you."
"Well it isn't agreeable to me. I'm taking my wife home."
Michael.
My entire body flames, and I start scooting back. Away from him. Away from the monster. The paper lining rustles under my legs. Ripping from the force. Sticking to my skin from the sweat already drenching me.
He holds out his tattooed fingers. Anger stiffening his body as he jerks toward me. "Come on baby girl. Let's go."
“No!” My back slams into the wall behind the exam table. I will never let that happen. I will never let him touch me again. I'm screaming, and I can't stop. Kicking and clawing and biting at every hand that reaches for me. “I’ll never go back to him. I’ll never go back!”
They’re holding me down. I can’t breathe. I cannot breathe. A sharp sting shoots through my arm. I’m flopping, my tongue too thick to form words. I tear away from his cruel eyes and his arrogant smile. He thinks he’s won. He has won.
* * *
Iswallowdown the last of my drink. Her favorite gin. My pussy ass even put in a lime wedge like she does.
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
I hold out my hand, but only her eyes move. Gazing from my fingers to my face. Contemplating if she should trust me. Maybe questioning if she should trust herself. But, she doesn’t have to worry. I would never hurt her. Never make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. One, because I’m not an asshole. At least not to women anyway. Two, because I’ve known since she linked her slender arm through mine and I escorted her down the aisle that I was never going to let her go.
“Okay.”
The anticipation lilting her whisper sears me like lightening to my balls. She sets down her gin and tonic, and slides her small hand into mine. Letting me lead her away from the party. From the pulsing music and the raucous crowd. So it’s just the two of us. Quiet and alone.
Down the hall and into the room where the bride and her attendants got ready. Make-up and hair shit strewn across the vanities. I close the door behind me, and she drops my hand. Stepping back with hesitation lining her beautiful face. Bright and flushed with the alcohol flowing through her. Tipsy but not drunk. Only three drinks throughout the celebration. Yeah, because I’m a motherfucking stalker who’s been counting. I’ve got to make sure she’s relaxed but sober enough to hear and understand me.
I don’t move. Not yet anyway. Because fear of me can never darken her expression. “I want this to be us.”
She looks around, her nose scrunching as she scans the messy space. Confused by my meaning. “You want to be a bridesmaid?”
“No, I want you to be a bride.” I meet her perplexed gaze so my intentions are abundantly clear. “You’re going to be my wife.”
Now she laughs. Her hunched shoulders falling soft. Relieved that I’m not an attacker. Just crazy. Or drunk. Probably both.
But I’m neither. I just want her. Now.
This time she reaches for me, soft fingers curling around mine. Attempting to tug me toward the exit. “Come on. Let’s go back to the reception.”
Wasted effort. No way she can physically move me. Or stop me from convincing her of my sincerity. “Wait.”
Her head cocks to the side. An indulgent grin lighting up her face. “What?”
“Not yet. I want to taste you.”
I cage her against the wall and stoop down to palm her ass cheeks, raising her to my eye level. Her pink lips part with a shivering intake of breath, ready to touch mine again. But that’s not where I want to put my mouth. I lift her higher and slowly curl each leg over my shoulders. She doesn’t protest. Just watches, mesmerized as my hands glide up the hem of her lavender dress revealing her toned thighs until my fingertips brush her purple thong.
Fuck me. A sharp gasp fills the silence as I clutch the lacy edge of her panties and push the cottony fabric to the side. “You’re beautiful sunshine.”
Before she can respond, I lick long and deep before sucking in her puckered clit. Her hips jerk forward, engulfing my face with her sweet pussy. I whisper against the smooth skin. “Marry me, Trinity.”
