“I need more blowjobs.” Garrett pushed himself up on the couch as I adjusted his pillows.

“This is the fifth, no, the sixth time you’ve mentioned that since we got out of the hospital.” I finished getting him settled.

He’d been camping out on the couch so he could watch me during the days. I messed around the house, cleaning and trying to get it back into top shape—all the while lecturing him on feminism as he agreed and stared at my tits and ass. I refused to let the wound in my shoulder slow me down, and I itched to get back out into the woods to inspect the shallow grave I’d found.

“I think it’s a valid request.” He gripped my ass as I finished fluffing and stood.

“You know what the doc said.” I grabbed his wrist, and he tried to wrest it away from me.

He put up a fight at first, but then cursed under his breath and let me go. “When I get better, I’m going to blister your ass with my hand, Red.”

My heart flipped at the threat, but I adopted a prim tone. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

He rubbed the scruff along his jaw that the nurse failed to shave away. “I’ll always catch you. And you’ll love every second of your punishment.” He glanced to my shoulder. “How is it?”

I backed another step away and pulled down my tank. “A lot better. I clipped the stitches out myself this morning.”

We’d been home from the hospital for a week. Garrett’s strength was steadily returning, but the doctor cautioned against any intense physical activity until the lung had healed completely. So, despite my patient’s grumbles and my own desire to climb on top of him and fuck him ragged, we had to wait. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease.

I slid my tank strap lower. His eyes lit as he stared at my bare skin.

“Lower.” His stern voice had me biting my lip.

“I think you’ve seen enough.” Such a brat. “Healing up great.” I started to pull the strap back up.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stabbed a finger at me, the bare muscles along his torso tensing with the movement. “Show me.”

“My injury?” I simpered. “I already did.”

“I swear to Christ I will get off this couch and put you over my goddamn knee, Red!” He started to sit up.

“Wait, wait.” I held a hand out to stay him. “I wouldn’t want you getting excited.”

“Too fucking late for that.” He ground his teeth together and pressed his palm to the erection that threatened to break free of his pajama pants. “Show me.”

I trailed my fingers down the edge of my top, then pulled the fabric down to reveal my right breast.

“Oh, fuck.” He reached inside his pants and started stroking.

“Hey!” I darted forward to stop his hand. “You can’t do that. The doctor—”

He grabbed me, one hand clamping around my forearm and the other yanking at my jeans. “I don’t give two shits if this kills me. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“No.” I smacked at his hand, but he’d worked two fingers into my waist band and used his thumb to unbutton them.

“Did you just say no?” He smirked up at me and yanked my jeans and panties to my knees. “You did, Red.” He fell back against the pillows with a pained groan. “Ow, fuck.”

I took the opportunity to scoot away from him. I fell on the ottoman, my bare ass against the leather.

“We can’t! I told you.” I tried not to look as he freed his cock from his pants. Tried. Failed. I wanted it.

“It’s going to go like this, Red. Either you do as I say and get on my dick right now, or when I get better, I’m going to tie you to my bed, cane your ass slowly over hours as you cry and scream for me to stop. I’ll record the whole thing and make you watch it as I fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass; do whatever I want.” His smirk grew. “And I can tell you want that. I see your pulse rising, your skin flushing. I know what I just said turns you on. And I promise you’ll get it. All of it. The difference, though, is that if you disobey me right now, I won’t let you come then or for an entire week after.” He stroked his cock, his palm sliding against the soft skin as he spoke. “It’s up to you. I’m going to fuck you either way. You don’t have a say in that. But do you want to come?”

I couldn’t look away from him as the threat hung in the air. He would do all those things. The set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes promised me he would. My pussy was already wet just from the way he said it, from the violence I knew churned inside him. Yes, I wanted it, and no, not coming for a week did not sound like a good deal.

Rising, I shucked my jeans and panties. He followed each movement, a satisfied grin replacing the smirk.

“You’re an asshole.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

“Water is wet. Just like your cunt.” He ran his hand down my ass as I pressed one knee onto the couch. “Mount up, cowgirl.”

“If this kills you, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Noted.” He dug his fingertips into my hips and situated me so I straddled him.

He groaned when I sat on his cock, pinning it between us.

“Are you okay?” I glanced to the bandage over his chest.

“No, I’m not okay.” He rocked against me, his cock sliding across my slick skin and creating a buzz in my clit. “Not until I’m inside you.”

I gripped the couch’s arm behind his head and rubbed my pussy up and down against his hard shaft. He grabbed my left breast and squeezed. Wrapping one hand around my neck, he pulled me down until he could claim my other nipple between his teeth. He bit me, and I gasped and stopped moving.

“Don’t stop.” A vicious smack on my ass put me into motion again.

I rode him, my arousal spiraling out of control as he sucked and bit my breasts. He slapped my ass again, the sting like a splash of lighter fluid on a fire. I leaned away from him, and he let me go.

“I can’t wait.” He pressed his thumb under his cock and pointed it toward me.

I lifted my left knee to line him up with my entrance. When I slid down on him, his thick cock touching me in all the right places, a shudder of pleasure rocketed through me. I stretched for him, adjusting as he cupped my breasts with his large palms.

My rhythm started slow, my hips testing the bounds of how deep he could go.

“Faster. Fuck me.” His gritty voice was accompanied by another hard slap on my ass, then another.

“Garrett.” I moved faster, keeping him deep and rubbing my clit against him with each stroke.

Another hard slap ripped a cry from me.

“Yes.” He hit me again. “Fuck yes.”

I kept riding him, his strikes crossing the wires on the ticking time bomb of pleasure and pain. His name coated my tongue, and I moaned when he wrapped his palm around my throat and squeezed. Again, he hit the sore spot on my ass, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I chased my orgasm with reckless abandon. I could see it ahead, just outside my vision, taunting me.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned. “Goddamn.”

I dug my nails into the couch as filthy words poured from his mouth. Each one like another euphoric slap on my skin.

“I knew you wanted it the moment I saw you.” He twisted my nipple, then slapped my breast.

I jerked at the pain, but wanted more. Always more. “Yes.” I purred past his palm as my pussy tensed and he hit my breast again.

“Tell me you wanted it.”

“I did. Yes.” Just saying the words was like a shot of heroin in my veins.

He thrust up, his cock hitting my spot, and moved his hand back to slap my ass. “Mine from the start.”

I quaked, my muscles dancing to the dark music he played.

“Whose cunt am I fucking?” His grip on my neck tightened. Smack.

“Yours.” I squeaked past the pressure at my throat.

“I bet you want me to come in your slippery cunt, don’t you?”Smack.

“Yes.” I met his wild eyes. “Please.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed my throat, and all air stopped.

I kept riding him, my release hovering on the edge of a knife. My throat burned as I increased my pace, getting every bit of friction between us. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I flirted with unconsciousness. I was almost gone when he released my neck, and my orgasm burst through my body like a firework.

I screamed as I came. High, frothy waves of pleasure rolled over me. Garrett grunted and surged up, embedding himself completely inside me as my toes curled and my mind blanked.

“Fucking shit.” He grunted and then groaned low as his hips pistoned into me, his cock kicking with each spurt.

He emptied inside me as I quaked, unable to control my movements as aftershocks shot through me like jolts of electricity. With a final groan, he relaxed down onto the couch and pulled me to his chest.

I collapsed on top of him and sucked air into my lungs. He wrapped his arms around my back and pressed us together, his rapid heartbeat almost matching mine. I should have asked if he was okay, if his lung hurt, if I needed to move off his chest. Instead, I sank into him, let him hold me as lightness took over my limbs. I snuggled closer as he stroked my back.

We lay together for a while, long enough for me to blink away the bliss and realize that I’d wantonly fucked a man who’d been in the hospital just a few days earlier.

I sat up and peeked at his bandage. It was still clean.

“Red, you have no idea how badly I needed that.” He stretched his arms up and tucked his hands behind his head—the picture of masculine satisfaction.

He winced as I stood, his semi sliding out of me.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I called over my shoulder as I hurried to the bathroom.

“You loved it!” he yelled back as I cleaned myself up.

I took some tissue and a small tumbler of water back to him. “I may have enjoyed it.” I rubbed my ass. “That’s sore, though.”

He let out a breath, and his eyelids began to droop. “I love it when you wear my marks.” Reaching out, he ran his fingertips down the side of my breast. “Beautiful cherry red.”

“Drink this. You need to stay hydrated.” I tipped the water to his lips.

He took a few swallows, then gently pushed my hand away. “I’m good, just tired.”

“Rest.” I kissed him and smoothed the tape around the gauze on his chest. “You overdid it.”

“I want to overdo it again, soon.” His eyes closed. “I’ll be ready to go in an hour, tops, and that’s only because I’m injured.”

“Sure.” I brushed his hair away from his forehead as he slipped into slumber.

As soon as I was certain he was out, I dressed and headed to the foyer. My pack waited next to the door. I pulled on my socks and boots, then tucked my pistol at my back before pulling on a heavy coat. With one last glance toward the living room, I took a deep breath and eased the door open.

I’d be back before he woke. The meds I slipped into his water would make sure of it.