Page 65 of Troublemaker
“I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn’t been there. But I didn’t get there in time, and if I had been quicker on my feet, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place,” he said. “I didn’t keep you safe—if I did, you wouldn’t be holding your wrist like that right now.”
He was right. I was cradling my wrist to ease some of the pain. But he was wrong about not keeping me safe. Because I’d never felt safer.
He finished the forms.
“Don’t go anywhere, Lucy,” he said, waiting until I nodded in agreement.
“Yes, daddy,” I said quietly, and his eyes lit up.
He bent down and kissed my hair, then bent lower and pressed his lips to my cheek, sending those toe tingles up through the rest of my body. Before he stood, he whispered in my ear, “I need to kiss you for real, but if I do we’re going to make a scene in the ER.”
With those words, he walked away, leaving me feeling like I needed a defibrillator. Who knew it took stealing his car and getting stupid drunk to get him to tell me he wanted to kiss me?
I watched him as he walked back to the desk to give the forms to the nurse. He walked like he meant business, but then he always walked like he meant business. His long legs ate up the floor, his narrow hips and perfect bubble butt impossible to look away from. His back was straight but relaxed, his broad shoulders taking up the entire room. Everything about him screamed power, confidence, and charisma. He was a magnet everyone was drawn to, and I couldn’t help but feel special that he was drawn to me.
I need to kiss you for real, but if I do, we’ll make a scene in the ER.
Whatever conversation with the nurse was taking awhile, but then Blake settled back into the chair next to mine, his leg pressing against mine. It had done that earlier tonight at the game too, but this time it wasn’t accompanied with the fear of him going on a date with someone else.
What had happened with that?
“Was Professor Putrovski upset that you bailed on your date early to find me?”
He glanced at me. “There was no date.”
Psh. “Could’ve fooled me,” I said, not wanting him to see how relieved I was.
“Lucy, I only went along with it to protect you. You have to know that, don’t you? That woman has so much power over your future, and I refuse to risk you losing out on any opportunity thatgets you closer to your goals. I had to distract her, but you were gone before I could explain.”
Oh.
Well, duh.
Part of me had assumed as much, but the deep hurt from my past had been too loud. And it was hard to completely blame myself when he’d been so hot and cold with me. How was I supposed to know he was trying to protect me and not that he wanted to go out with a beautiful, age-appropriate woman?
“Troublemaker,” he said quietly and calmly, “Come here.”
“Where?” I asked, confused.
He patted his lap.
“Where I know you aren’t going anywhere, and I can feel with my own body you’re alright,” he said, not that he needed to.
I was already climbing off the seat and moving over to sit on him. I’d barely bent my knees when I was being pulled gently backward and down, until I was on his lap, my ass resting above his cock, my bare legs layered over his slacks, my feet on top of his. He pulled me deeper into his chest, resting his head on top of mine. I both felt and heard his sigh as he wrapped his arms around my waist and seemed to finally relax.
“There we go, that’s better,” he said. “Daddy’s got you now.”
I wriggled at his words, even with the ache in my wrist, and his cock hardened underneath me right between my ass cheeks. The brush of it sent pleasant, unfamiliar shocks through my belly. I’d never realized that pressure there could feel good, but?—
“Yeah, we’re going to have to save that for later, sweetheart,” he growled.
“We need to talk about all of this,” I reminded him.
“You mean, you stealing my car and running away like a brat?” he said.
“Or you bugging my room and stealing my underwear like a creep,” I shot back, being careful to keep my voice down.
“Yeah, that too.”
