Wound as tight as a wristwatch, the tension never left her body. A good fucking was about the only thing that would relax her. A good dose of serotonin was all the doctor needed.
As a sign of respect for what Regina had been through, I tempered my actions. For now.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” I declared with a huff, getting her attention, “Aaron was right. You need my protection more than you need me to fuck you.” My unwavering gaze sat on her wide one. “I can’t make you any promises, Doc, but I’ll do my best to behave.”
“Thank you,” she murmured in a low tone, but those damn eyes were saying all kinds of other shit.
Doing this, being alone with Regina for any amount of time, was as hard on my dick as it was on my focus. It was just a matter of time before the dam broke. Aaron should have known better than to leave me here alone with Regina. His bearded ass knew I had a thing for fine ass thick women. Many in my circle assumed I harbored this big secret as to how I picked my subs or the women I chose to fuck. There was no big secret.
Despite my family’s influence on the matter, different skin colors gave me more choices as far as I was concerned. If a woman had a body I could stroke, the sex appeal and confidence to back it up, I was open for just about anything—as long as I was in control.
Regina needed to work on her confidence, but she was one of the sexiest women I’d encountered. She just didn’t know it yet. Before my sinful ideas took root, sprouted from my mouth, and grew into actions, I stood.
“We’re going to move into my penthouse. It should be ready in a few days,” I informed. “With all but a few of the crew gone, I’d like to take you to a safer environment.”
Aaron’s crew, my Uncle Shark, and most of my crew had gone back to their lives. JG and Rob had stuck around, in case any of Regina’s family came searching for her. She rose from the couch and stood in front of me.
“Thank you. I appreciate you taking on the task of keeping me safe,” she declared appreciatively.
She reached out her hand intending to shake mine. I glared at her offered hand before my gaze panned up her body and met hers.
“If I touch you again, Doc, all that shit I was talking about needing to protect you more than fucking you will go flying out of the window. I’m not that strong, especially now that I don’t have a house full of people and the threat of your family to keep me distracted.”
She dropped her hand, but her lips twitched. Was she attempting to hold in a laugh? Had she mistaken my comment for a joke? Her reaction caused me to take a step closer, invading her personal space as my hard stare kept her in place.
“Doc, you can laugh now, but let’s see if you’re going to be laughing when you wake up stuffed full of dick.”
Her brows shot up when she understood that I was serious. I’d never push her—that would make for bad sex. I enjoyed fucking too much to allow it. However, it didn’t mean I wasn’t above doing some hard ass persuading where Regina was concerned.
Regina turned on her heels and walked away, not ready to cross that bridge with me. I drank in every bit of her as she walked away; the way those jeans hugged her thighs and the plump round ass; the curvature of the waist the T-shirt clung to. My gaze traced the line of her back and up to the thick, swinging ponytail she kept her hair in.
My head tilted, chasing the last images of her before she stepped around the corner and further into the hall. Her light steps echoed as she headed to the room I’d assigned her on the opposite side of the house from mine.
On a deep inhale, my eyes fell closed, and I released a breath with slow ease.
My eyes sprang open, and I tilted my head back to glare at the ceiling. “I’m trying to be good, Jesus, but damn! Why did you have to make her, Lord? Why?”
My troubled mind needed to be eased as much as the turbulent currents building inside me needed to be decompressed. If I couldn’t dominate or fuck Regina like I wanted to, I’d do the next best thing.