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“Yes, together,” I rasp, taking her mouth with mine again, set on keeping good on my promise to make love to her again, and this time, I plan on taking it slow. Giving as much as I take, loving her until she feels like she can’t live without me. I don’t plan on letting her live without me ever again.
Mine.
“Yours,” she whispers when I slide back into her, her body moving fluidly to meet mine. Her eyes lock on mine as I take her slowly, drowning in the feel of her. “I love you, Daddy.”
Chapter Nine
Cara
“Well, someone’s glowing today.”
I turn around to find Abby grinning in my direction, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “What?”
She leans back against her pillow, watching me for a second before bursting out in laughter, and I can’t help but smile even though I have no idea what it is she finds funny. She looks good, and although the bruises on her face and arms have not completely faded, they aren’t the same sickening dark purple and red they did when she first showed up. Her eyes still carry a bit of a haunted look, which I have noticed eases whenever Ransom is around. And he has been around a lot. But he had to return to the clubhouse to meet with Saint, so I’m taking advantage of this time to visit with my new friend.
“You’ve been distracted for days,” she says, reaching for her water bottle.
“How would you know?” I tease her, “You’ve hardly done anything but stare at a certain hacker in a leather jacket the last few days.”
At first, I was worried about Abby being intimidated by his near-constant presence, but judging from the flush on Abby’scheeks whenever his name is mentioned, I can tell the attention is very much welcome.
“I’m not that bad,” she says shyly, sipping on the water as she tries to look anywhere but at me. By the looks of it, Abby seems to have developed a bit of a crush on her self-appointed bodyguard. It seems I’ve been too carried away by my own romance that I almost missed the one happening right in front of my eyes. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for Abby to be involved with someone this soon, but considering my own situation, I am in no position to judge her.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Abby looks at me and pleads, “Please don’t say a word.” She buries her face in her palms. “There is nothing you can say that I haven’t already said to myself. Yes, it’s a bad idea to encourage the attention of a man after what happened to me, but can you blame me?”
“Abby—”
“The truth is, I am still scared. Of my parents, of my ex, of men in general and what they are capable of. I want nothing more than to hide away, but then…Ransom came into my life, jumping at the slightest sign of discomfort on my face, calming my fears, and making me feel safe.”
I reach down and take her hands in mine. “I’m not judging you, Abby.”
“Well, I’m judging me,” she murmurs, her fingers tightening on mine. “That I would fall for the first man to show me kindness.” Her sad eyes lift to mine. “You’ve told me a bit about your past. How do you know what you feel for Doc is really love and not gratitude?”
“Can’t it be both?” I offer with a smile, but don’t get one in return, which draws a sigh from my lips. “I knew that he and I might meet again one day, the world is small like that, but I hadno idea the kind of reaction I would get from a man whose life I ruined.” It still haunts me. I don’t believe anything James says can wipe away the guilt I feel for the life I stole from him. “The man saved my life, so a part of me knew he wouldn’t hurt me, My reaction to seeing him was more of shame. I couldn’t face him without feeling guilty and indebted to him.”
“Is that why you are in a relationship with him now? Do you feel burdened by guilt? Indebted, still?”
“Not anymore,” I say with another smile. “I feel safe, happy, and a whole host of other emotions that have nothing to do with the past and everything to do with the present. Feelings I’ve tried to control but slip out whenever he’s close. I feel protected even when he’s not with me.”
“Is that why you are glowing?” She grins. “You were thinking of the doctor, weren’t you?”
“Well…”
I pat my cheeks when I feel them heat. The fact is, I was thinking about James, but not in a way I can share, even with someone who’s fast becoming a close friend. When James said he couldn’t control himself around me, I didn’t take him as seriously as I should have.
The man is an insatiable beast.
In the couple of days since we first had sex, he’s been ravenous, taking me in positions I didn’t believe possible. Heck, I’m surprised I can still walk after the way he made love to me this morning. On my tiny dining table no less, rubbing cream all over my tits before licking it up.
My nipples bead at the memory of it, and the spot between my legs aches for him. To feel the press of that hot body againstmine as he takes me fast and hard over the table and then again in the shower.
“Oh my God, Cara, are you blushing?”
“What? No…” I say, pushing up and turning away from the laughter that follows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do,” she laughs. “Don’t tell me you were having some kind of twisted fantasies about the man with me seated right here next to you.” I hope to God that my embarrassment doesn’t show in my expression when I turn around to face her. “Wow, you’ve really gone and fallen in love with him, haven’t you?”
I am saved from responding when the door opens, and Ransom walks in. Abby’s attention is immediately stolen by the man’s presence, and by the way they’re watching each other, I figure I might as well show myself out before I witness something I shouldn’t.
