Page 19 of Suck

He seemed fine at first despite his wound. Still so strong and protective as we flew through the air. Hiding the fact that the bullet ripped not only through his arm but stayed lodged in his torso. But after an hour his body shook and sweat streamed down his temples, his flushed face hot with the agony. Although he would never admit to any pain or his body going into shock. Just kept caressing me and whispering reassurances deviating between English and his native Italian the closer we got to his home and he slipped into unconsciousness.

My lips quiver and I curl them together. I refuse to cry. At least not here. Because damn it, when they come for me, I’m going to be so brave. More than I ever have before. Be the woman he sees rather than the wimp I’ve been before I met him.

But they’ve been in there for so long. The doctor not even speaking to me in his haste to care for his patient, he uttered directions in Spanish that sounded so worried and frantic as Ryker rushed him into the bedroom and slammed the door behind them.

Now I’m left sitting in the hallway with his housekeeper fretting over me. Trying to distract me with food I can’t eat and drinks I can’t swallow. All I want is my devil. I really want to be his queen. His angel. His everything.

The click of the knob echoes off the bare walls and seemingly endless ceramic tile covering the first level of the enormous house. I’m shaking so hard I can barely stand up, especially when Ryker strides out twisting his head. The ache in my chest is almost unbearable from the anxiety lining his exhausted face. Please don’t let it be bad news. Finally he glances toward me as if realizing I’m there.

“Doc’s done, and boss is asking for you.”

“Get her in here. Now!”

Ryker rolls his eyes from Reece’s bellow, slurred yet thundering and furious enough to convey his impatience. I squeeze the bodyguard’s tattooed fingers in gratitude and murmur my thanks before running on quivering legs into the darkened room.

Unable to go any further from the sight in front of me, I cover my mouth to keep the sob from slipping out my mouth. Reece looks so broken propped up against the headboard with the red and black streaks smeared across his chest. The thick bandage wrapped around his enormous bicep covers the intricate image inked into his skin. Yet his heavy eyes and groggy expression convey his true condition. Painkillers steal his normal commanding authority as his hand slowly lifts and beckons me to him.

Even though I should leave him alone, allow him time to rest and recover, I can’t stop myself and run to him, scrambling onto his lap just like he demands of me. Straddling him as I cuddle into his good side and tuck my head under his jaw. Hopeful that hugging him is enough to let him know I’m here and I love him.

Cuddling isn’t enough for him apparently when his hands massage down my back and under my dress, cupping my butt in his palms. Despite his condition, he hardens against my panties and his fingertips dip under the lace. “Reece, no. We shouldn’t.”

His familiar growl rumbles against my skin. “I thought I was going to lose you, angel. So if I want to fuck you, I’m going to.”

A weird noise, somewhere between a laugh and a cry with his crazy assertion, vibrates in my throat. “I thought I was going to lose you!”

“Then you should be fucking me.”

With his accent more prominent from the medication affecting his speech, somehow he’s even sexier than normal. I don’t protest when he tugs the fabric covering my most sensitive part out of the way and strokes me. Wrong but so right and I ride his hand until I’m soaked with need.

“Take me out so I can put my baby in you.”

Without an ounce of hesitation despite the guilt in my conscience, I unbuckle his belt and tug down his zipper, welcoming his hiss when I wrap my hand around him. Needing to show him how much he means to me, how much I want him. “We’ve made love four times without a condom. I think it might have already happened.”

“I fucking hope so but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep trying.”

“Me too.”

I’m fucking higher than the heavens from the oxy doc pumped into me, but I still float farther than God himself from her whispered yet resolute agreement. My angel wants to have my baby. Although I’m fucking struggling to keep my eyes from sinking shut with the meds swimming in my veins and her fingers stroking on my cock.

I’m out of my head but got mind enough to make sure she’s wet because I’ll never hurt the woman who makes me feel this fucking good. Her ragged moan welcomes my fingers in her pussy and more arousal drenches my skin as I work my way in. Slowly gliding deeper and deeper to find her trigger spot. I know I’ve hit her where she needs me to touch her most when her hips buck forward and her dripping heaven draws me all the way in. Now I need it to be my dick.

Unable to do it myself, I let her take over. I have to. I can’t even speak any longer despite how much my cock knows what he wants, and what he fucking wants is her riding us. Which she does, so damn beautifully. Her luscious body hovers over mine before she slowly slides up and down my dick. My face nuzzles between her bouncy tits, wishing I could taste those pink nipples, that I could lavish her clit, that I could tell her how fucking loved she is.

The sequins on her dress scratch the hell out of my blazing skin while she clenches tighter and tighter around my cock and my heart. Her hoarse voice blows in my ear, telling me how much she loves me, how scared she was, how she’s going to take care of me tonight and always. Sweet, earnest promises that push me beyond reason, and I give in to the darkness sucking me under while I’m still coming to her screaming out my name.

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