Page 46 of Damron
"Look at me," I demanded, voice low and rough. "I want to see your face when you ride my cock."
Her eyes snapped open, pupils blown with lust. She moved faster, her breathing becoming ragged. The monitor beside the bed beeped faster, tracking the way my heart raced for her.
"You feel so good," she gasped, grinding down harder. "So fucking good inside me."
I slid my hand from her hip to where we were joined, finding her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock, Senator," I growled, circling the swollen bud. "Show me how much you missed this."
She shuddered, her inner walls clenching around me. "Damron," she moaned, voice breaking. "I can't—"
"You can—and you will," I commanded, pressing harder on her clit as I thrust up into her, pain be damned. "Give it to me."
Her body surrendered before her mind could object. She came with a sharp gasp, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock, milking me as she trembled above me. I grabbed her ass with my good hand, holding her down as I pumped into her harder, chasing my own release.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come inside you," I growled, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. "Take it all."
"Yes," she hissed, grinding down to meet my thrusts. "Fill me up."
I exploded with a muffled groan, pumping hot cum deep into her as the monitor beside the bed went wild. She collapsed against my chest, careful to avoid my wounds, her breath hot against my neck. For a moment, we just breathed together, her body still twitching around my softening cock.
"That was stupid," she whispered against my skin.
"Probably," I agreed, stroking her back. "But I don't regret it."
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was something vulnerable there, something I hadn't seen since before she walked out. "Neither do I."
A sharp knock at the door made her jump. "Everything okay in there?" came the nurse's voice.
"Fine!" Carly called back, scrambling off me with a wince as my cock slipped from her pussy. "Just... adjusting his pillows!"
I bit back a laugh as she frantically pulled on her sweatpants, my cum leaking down her thigh. She grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping herself clean with quick, efficient movements before unlocking the door.
The nurse entered, eyeing the beeping monitor suspiciously. "Your heart rate was elevated," she said, checking the readout. "Are you in pain?"
"Just a bad dream," I lied, pulling the sheet higher to hide the evidence of what we'd just done.
Carly stood by the window, looking remarkably composed except for the flush on her cheeks and the slight tremble in her hands. "How much longer until he can be moved?" she asked the nurse.
"At least another day," the nurse replied, adjusting my IV. "Maybe two, depending on how the wound looks tomorrow."
When the nurse left, Carly returned to my bedside, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of my bandage. "What happens when you get out of here?"
"I go back to the club," I said simply. "Back to what I know."
"And us?" she asked, not quite meeting my eyes.
I caught her wrist, forcing her to look at me. "You're still the Senator. I'm still the outlaw. Nothing's changed."
"Everything's changed," she argued, but her voice lacked conviction.
The room got quiet again, just the monitor and the hum of the lights. I drifted off, and when I dreamed, it was of a house on fire, and a woman with blood on her face, and the sound of engines receding into the night.
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They kept me for three days. Long enough for the story to break, then get buried in the next scandal. When I was finally cleared to go, Carly wheeled me to the curb herself. Nitro was waiting in the truck, engine running, window cracked to let out the smoke.
Carly helped me in, then climbed in beside me. “Where to?” she said.
I thought about it. The clubhouse was still a crime scene. Carly’s place was nothing but ash.
