Page 43 of The Bones We Break
“I’m sorry.” I blurt out, turning my face away from him but he grips my chin again, pulling my face inches from his. The warmth of his breath tickles my skin. “I’m not sorry, mama. If we weren’t here I would have been tempted to shove something else into that pretty mouth.” My breath hitches at his declaration, a tightening begins to form in my lower stomach, and he pushes his hips into mine, proving how sorry.. He isn’t. His thick, hard cock presses into me and soft moan slips free between us. A swirling heat of need coils around me and I rub my thighs together to try and ease the ache.
Dean’s large hand lands on my knee and runs up the outside of my thigh, his touch scorching through my jeans as he pulls my leg up onto his waist, his fingers digging into my thick flesh.
“Dean..” I moan under his touch.
“I know, baby, I know. Believe me, I desperately want to but the last thing I wanna do is hurt you when I already know that you’re hurting. When I take you, and Iwill, it won’t be in a shitty hospital bed, you deserve better than that.” His words hang in the air. I know he’s right. I am hurting, my wounds are too raw. Curling further into him, he pulls me in, his touch leaves my thigh and runs up to my waist, barely missing my ass and round to my lower back, the pads of his fingers slipping under thematerial of my shirt. Dean begins to trace circles on my skin and I let my body relax into him once again.
Now is not the time to have a raging hard on but here I am, lied in a tiny hospital bed, a gorgeous fucking woman wrapped around my body, with a massive erection between us.
I scold myself like a petulant child at my behaviour even though I know Ana wants it just as much as I do. I could smell her sweet arousal radiating from her soft skin, and it would have been so easy for me to slip into her jeans and prove her desperation. To feel how wet and tight her pussy is. I imagine my fingers slipping between her folds, her sensitive clit spasming under my touch, my name leaving her mouth in a deep moan as I push my fingers into her tight cunt, making her come over and over again until she’s begging for me to stop. It takes everything in me not to grind against her as the erotic vision takes over my mind.
My phone vibrating in my back pocket rips me from the dream and I slide it out, and clear my throat before answering.
“Hey man, everything alright?”
Eli’s voice crackles through the speaker. “Yeah man. I’ve dropped your truck at the hospital, I assumed you’d still be there after I went round to check on Lyla and didn’t find you at home. She’s good by the way, pretty pissed that it wasn’t herdaddy coming home but still.” He chuckles and the thought of Lyla being miffed that I wasn’t home yet has me laughing along with him.
“What can I say, she loves her dad. But, seriously. Thanks for doing that man. I appreciate it.”
“Of course, it’s never an issue. How’s Ana doing?” Eli’s voice is full of concern as he asks about Ana. I look down to her sleeping again, her long lashes fluttering against her skin.
“She’s the best she can be. She’d spoken to a mental health doctor earlier and I think that’s really taken it out of her. I’m worried about her, Eli. She’s been through way worse than I originally thought.” My mood dips as I hear Ana’s voice in my mind, pouring her heart out in front of me, reliving that nightmare.
“She’ll get there man, these things take time to recover from, but she’s strong, I can tell.” My lips turn up into a smile at Eli’s words. He doesn’t say much about other people but when he does, it’s meaningful. “You’re right. She will.” There’s a pause of silence before Eli speaks again.
“I went back to Ana’s apartment to see if I could find anything that I could use to trace Ricky, or at least figure out how he found her.” I hold my breath, mentally preparing myself for what Eli found. “I didn’t find much but there was a note left in the holdall bag. I presume that Ana must have had that with her this whole time, so I know the note wasn’t placed in there when she ran away.” I don’t trust myself to speak so I simply keep quiet and let Eli finish. “I couldn’t find anything to trace Ricky just yet but the note was pretty basic. It said‘be patient, your husband is coming for you.’”
White hot rage bleeds through my body, my hand grips the phone in a vice hold. Who the fuck does he think he is? I willskin the fucker alive if he thinks he’s ever having Ana again. I will burn the fucking world to ashes to keep her safe. She’s mine now and I’ll die before I ever give her up.
“Let him come.” I grit out. “Let him come and I’ll be there when he does.” I threaten, my voice laced with anger and fury. “We need to be smart about this Dean. First things first is to get Ana out of that apartment. Ricky clearly knows she’s been living there and probably won’t hesitate to come back and finish the job.” I nod even though Eli can’t see me.
“I’ll bring her to my place. She’ll be safe there.” I’m not sure how Ana will feel about me bringing her to live with me but I refuse to take no for an answer and if I have to throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, then that’s what I’ll do. I quickly wrap up the call with Eli as I hear several footsteps beginning to walk towards the curtain. Placing my hand on Ana’s shoulder, I gently wake her, her lids flutter open and the crystal blue of her eyes beam under the lights.
“I think the doctors are coming back mama.” I slip out from beneath her and stand next to the bed to stretch my aching bones, desperately needing a hot shower and a decent lie down. I can only imagine Ana will want the same thing. She brings herself up to a sitting position as the curtain is pulled open. Both Doctor Morgan and Doctor Phillips enter the space.
“Hello again, Ana. I’m sure you’re ready to go home.” His eyes flick from Ana to me and I give him a quick smile. “Yes please.” She speaks out as she rolls her head and shoulders to release the tension from her stiff body. “That’s great. I’m more than happy to let you leave. I’ve spoken to Doctor Phillips and she would recommend speaking to a therapist about domestic partners and violent relationships. A lot of victims and survivors begin to blame themselves for the things they’ve endured, and new relationships can be hard to navigate as well as feelings ofguilt. Also, Ana, you may find that certain things can trigger you such as certain words, phrases, songs, places, smells, whatever it may be so that’s something a therapist can help with.” I memorise everything the doctor says and plan to research more into domestic violence victims. I’ll do whatever I can to help Ana through this. Ana simply nods as she listens to the option that she’s been given. “I can see you already have a great support system here with Dean.” He tips his head at me and I instantly feel Ana’s gaze on me as I look back at her. She blinks the tears that I know are threatening to break away. Her soft lips lift into a small smile.
“I’ll do everything I can to help her.” I speak out, determination in my voice. Doctor Morgan dips his head at me as a thank you and finishes explaining about a therapist to Ana and possibly offering her medication to help with her depression. Her beautiful features crease at the thought of taking it but she doesn’t shun the idea completely. Whatever she decides to do, I’ll support her endlessly. After a short while both doctors say their goodbyes and leave.
Ana pulls the thin white sheet from her legs and swings them over the bed, her feet barely touching the floor. She dips her head, her shoulders slumping down, and I immediately drop to my knees in front of her and push her midnight locks behind her ears before cupping her round face in my hands. “Talk to me mama, what’s going on in that head of yours?” She lets out a heaving breath, one that’s filled with tiredness. “Where do I go from here Dean? My apartment is a wreck and I have nothing left. The money I brought with me when I ran has gone.Everythinghas gone.” She sobs out, her voice breaking and I instantly fill the space between us, pulling her to me. Her legs wrap around my middle, her head falling on my shoulder, bringing my mouth to her ear I say. “You’re coming home withme. I refuse to let you go back to the apartment knowing what happened there. You’re not safe there and I can keep you safe. I’ll do whatever it takes.” She pulls back a fraction, her hands still resting on my biceps.
“I can’t expect you to look after me Dean. That’s your space. Your home.” She pleads, sadness seeping into her words. “And now it’s your home. Let me in baby, let me help you.” I look up at her, desperation written all over my face. Ana must see it as she brings her hand to my face, her palm resting on my cheek. I close my eyes for a moment, allowing myself this moment with her touch before turning my head and planting a kiss onto the centre of her palm. I bring my gaze to hers again. “Plus, I’m sure Lyla would love to have you around too.” I smirk, knowing full well she won’t refuse my four legged baby. She shakes her head and giggles.
“You’re a cruel man, Mr Sinclair.”
“Nah baby, I just know what you need.”
***
Once Ana gets the all clear, we leave the hospital. The morning sun breaking through over the horizon. Hues of pinks and yellows float across the sky, and I take Ana’s hand in mine and guide her across to the car park where my truck has been parked, thanks to Eli. I dig my keys out of my back pocket and press the button twice, the orange lights flashing to unlock the truck as I pull her around to the passenger side and open the door for her then help her inside, the roundness of her ass in my full view as she climbs into the seat. Immediately, I dip my head to avert my gaze, and close the door behind her and make my way around the truck to the driver’s side and climb in. Ana turns to me whilst putting her seatbelt on.
“What about my car? It’s still at my apartment. I think thekeys are still in the kitchen.” She runs a hand down her face. “Fuck.” I grab her hand again and pull it away from her face and place it into her lap. “Stop. It’s fine. I’ll ask Eli to grab it and drive it over to the house. Is there anything else you need?” She wraps her fingers around mine before answering me. “Erm, I guess I’ll need some clothes if he can find any that haven’t been destroyed.”
Frustration washes over her face as she runs a hand through her hair. I silently pray that Eli doesn’t find any of her clothes then she’s forced to wear mine instead. A man can dream can’t he?
“Okay. I’ll tell him. Don’t worry. You ready to head home?”
Home. I never thought I would ask another person if they were ready to head home. Together. Yet here I am, doing that exact thing.
