Page 25 of Healed By Doc
“You lying little bitch. Tell the truth now, or I’ll make you pay!”
I start forward at the threat, but Cara pushes me back, her eyes shifting to the officers. “He attacked me first,” she says, holding up her arm to show the bruise already forming. “James jumped in to help me. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Cara, you don’t have—”
“No, I have to do this, James. My stepfather made me lie all those years ago and got you convicted for a crime you didn’t commit. I won’t let that happen again.” Her teary eyes shift from me to the man watching us with such hatred. “You didn’t sacrifice anything for me, you sick, twisted bastard. At your best, you treated me like a burden, and at your worst, I was your punching bag. I refuse to lie for you again.”
“Officers, I would like to press charges too,” calls out a small voice, and we all watch as a girl, no more than sixteen, steps forward in jeans and a blue shirt with the center’s logoprinted on the front. She points a finger at Cara’s stepfather, sniffing back tears when she speaks. “That man was harassing me before this lady walked in. He wouldn’t let me leave. He was trying t-to touch me and make me…” she breaks off with a sob. The receptionist from earlier, Maria, pulls the girl into a hug. After a moment, she’s able to collect herself enough to continue, “Other girls have told me that he is creepy and likes to approach them and make inappropriate comments about their bodies.”
What follows after her statement is chaos, and I try to shield Cara from most of it, wrapping my arms around her and guiding her outside. The donations will have to wait for another day. I need to get Cara out of here. Fuck, I should have arrived earlier or picked her up from the shelter and brought her here my damn self. Maybe then, she would have been spared the pain of dealing with her stepfather for God knows how long.
I wait until we’re outside and on the sidewalk before turning to her. “Angel, are you okay?”
There are tears in her eyes she fights to hold back. “Just take me away from here, please.” She sniffs. “I don’t want to be here when they bring him out.”
“Okay,” I say, laying a kiss on her forehead before walking her to the truck I drove here. I take her hand once we’re settled in the cab, squeezing it once before pulling out of the parking lot. I catch cops dragging her stepfather out of the building in my rearview mirror, gaining little satisfaction from the sight. I vow to follow up on the case and get him locked away for every little crime he’s ever committed, even if I have to dig it up damn self. Cara won’t feel safe until that man is locked away.
I consider driving her to the shelter but decide we’ll probably need the privacy my place at the clubhouse provides. Cara spends the entire ride staring out the window and barelysays a word when we arrive at the clubhouse. I drive into the underground lot of the building and park the truck before turning to her.
“Not here, please,” she says, as if sensing my desire to talk.
“Fine, my place then.”
She nods, following me when I step out. We walk to the elevator and ride up in silence to the fifth floor, then walk to my door. Cara waits until I’ve opened the door and kicked it shut behind us when she launches herself at me. I freeze, taken by surprise as she wraps her arms around me and locks her mouth with mine.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, her fingers moving restlessly to my shirt and tugging at the buttons.
“Cara,” I choke out, grabbing her hands to stop their movements and pulling back to meet her eyes, surprised by the heat I see in them. I was prepared to comfort her all evening, mentally cataloging what comfort food I might have in the pantry and if I have any ice cream in my freezer, but sex? No, I hadn’t even thought of that. “Where is this coming from?”
“I want you,” she urges, tugging at her hands, but my grip is hard. She fights for control, the move sending her soft body pressing against mine and rousing heat within me. I feel my cock harden to a full mast, but I hold back.
“You are in shock. What happened back there?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she says, stopping her struggle to release her hands as she blinks up at me. “I don’t want to think about what happened. To imagine what I would have done if I’d lost you. I can’t lose you. Christ, I need to feel you. Inside me. Please.”
“Cara—”
“I have you now, Daddy,” she says, her wrecked voice undoing me. “He almost stole you away from me. Please remind me that he didn’t succeed this time. Let me feel you inside me, Daddy.”
Fuuuck!
“Is that what you need?”
She nods. “It is.”
I release her hands, mine dropping to her waist and tracing her shape as I lean in to take her lips with mine. I grab the hem of her sweater and tug it up. We break apart for a moment to draw it over her shoulders, and our lips are joined before the sweater hits the ground. She moans when I nip her bottom lip as my hands seek the clasp of her bra and tug it open before peeling it off her body. I break the kiss to look down at her tits, full twin globes with nipples beading against the cool air. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I grind out, my mouth watering, and I give in to the need to taste her as I back her to the wall and dip my mouth to her ripe nipples. “Tell me how you want it, angel.”
“Fast,” she whimpers, back arching when I close my mouth over the bead in light suction. “Hard and fast… Need to feel you, Daddy!”
“Then I’ll give you hard and fast,” I rasp, sliding my hand up her skirt. She jerks hard when my finger brushes over her sex, crying out when I slide my digit past her panties and to her folds, groaning when I find her slick with arousal. Christ, how long has she been thinking about this?
“Need you,” she cries out when I worry her clit with my middle finger, teasing the bud as I suck at her juicy nipples, tugging at the beads until she’s sobbing for more and my cock is desperate for the same thing.
“Fuck,” I curse as I straighten up, slamming my mouth down on hers even as my fingers grab the waistband of her panties and tear them off. Her fingers drop to my fly and battle the zipper before I step in to help, yanking it down and tearing down my slacks, along with my boxer briefs. Her eyes are dazed when they lock on mine, flashing with need when I grab the back of her knee and lift her leg to my hip, lining up my cock with her entrance. “You have me, Cara. Always.”
“Always,” she whimpers, her breaths growing choppy as I ease my cock into her tight pussy. She clings hard to me, nails digging into my shoulders as I sink into her, stretching her with my manhood until she’s taken all of me. “Take me, Daddy. Remind me I’m yours.”
My grip tightens on her as I pull out before slamming back in, catching her gasp with my mouth, then I’m moving like a wild animal. A beast out to mate. I take her hard and fast against the wall, hammering in and out of her with little finesse, a wolf set on marking his mate.
