CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

BRYAN

Everything was not fine.

Not even close.

Sure, he was out of the hospital and was going to make a full recovery. He should have been happy; not that he wasn’t thankful, but everyone was driving him crazy.

Between his nosey-as-hell, cock-blocking, well-intending family and his curvaceous blonde, he was going to go nuts.

Hell, he might as well book a room at the looney bin Courtney was being committed to. At least that was one less thing he had to worry about. With the help of her parents, she had hired a very good attorney who helped her get placed in a hospital where she would get the help she needed. He was glad. Her parents were also going to pay for the damage done to Val’s bike and his medical bills.

“Okay. I’m going to make grilled cheese sandwiches and soup for lunch, and your clothes are almost out of the dryer, so…“ Valerie droned on, flitting around him dusting his fucking dresser.

He had been babied by everyone in his life, and he was done. He had been patient. More than anyone could have asked him to be or expect from him.

“Val, come here,” he ordered, his hands clenched the cold metal he had grabbed off his dresser when she had left to throw clothes in the wash and was hiding beneath the sheets.

“What?” she asked, her eyes filled with worry, lines formed over her brow as she walked closer.

He had no choice. She had been torturing him. Not just today, but at the very least these last two weeks since he’d been home. Though, today’s outfit was one of his favorites. A soft grey tank that stretched over her chest, giving him a peek of her black bra straps at her smooth shoulder, tiny jeans shorts that showed off her sexy-as-sin legs that he needed to feel wrapped around his waist.

Like yesterday.

“Come here,” he coaxed, and she sat next to him on the bed. Perfectly. Just how I need her, he thought to himself, his hand clenching the cool metal that was warming up with his touch.

“Are you okay?” she asked, and he schooled his expression, not trying to give away what he was up to. “Are you feeling pain?” she asked. He shook his head.

“You and I both know I stopped taking pain meds last week,” he reminded her, and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Because you’re stubborn and—“

“Because I don’t need them.”

“You look flushed,” she pointed out. Her hand moved up to his forehead like he knew it would. Hell, how it had been doing for the longest two weeks known to man. But he was done just sitting around and being babied.

He pounced.

Metal clicked around her wrist right before he flipped them around and she gasped in surprise. A moment later, her arm was above her head, a second click of metal secured the other end of the cuff to the headboard.

“Bryan, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he heard her complain, but what she didn’t know or didn’t want to believe was that he was fine.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice slightly high. But he knew her. He saw how her eyes glittered at the sight of her wrist cuffed to the bed, a pink tint covering her face and down her neck and chest. “This isn’t funny, handsome, you should let me go—“

“It’s not funny, you are right.” He sighed. “But it is your fault,” he pointed out with another sigh. Her surprise turned into a scowl.

“What?” she scowled.

“You don’t let me touch you. You saunter around—“

“I do not saunter—“

“In that.” His hands skimmed the outer lines of her torso till he reached the fringed hem of her denim shorts, where they went back up to the bottom of her tank.

Lying on his side, he could comfortably touch her without stretching his wound. He had been fucking lucky. The doctors had told him it had been a clean cut and had missed vital shit by a freaking miracle. Even with his luck, recovering from a stab wound and stitches had been hell. But his stitches had been taken out a week before.

Having spent almost a full two weeks in the hospital and two weeks recovering at home meant that he’d been without a taste of her body for a month. A whole month. Too damn long. Anytime he tried anything, she simply shook her head and said she wanted him to be careful and shut him down. The worry in her eyes had gutted him enough he had given in to her.

But a man could only take so much.

“Bryan…” she whispered, her chest almost popping out of her tank. His mouth watered.

“I like the look of my cuffs on you, baby.”

“Bry—“ She licked her lips as his hands pushed the hem of her tank top up to just under her beautiful tits, his mouth leaning down to touch her soft belly. He grinned at her sharp gasp and the way she arched toward him.

“Baby...” she moaned as he lightly dragged his front teeth down and swiping his tongue back up.

“What, Blondie?”

“You’re going to—“

“I’m fine,” he pointed out, sitting up and moving his body between her legs all without wincing. He knew he had her when she opened her legs for him to fit between them. His hands went to the button of her shorts, and her free hand covered him. He looked up at her.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her eyes filled with lust, and he knew he was grinning like a cat who ate the canary.

“Damn sure.” He worked the button and pulled her shorts down along with her tiny adorable panties, her hips moving upward to help him out.

Looking down at her, he breathed in deeply, the scent of her and her arousal mixed with the soft lingering scent of his cologne that clung to his room, and he loved it. Their scent. She was glistening. Wet and ready for him.

“You’re so fucking ready for me, Val, so wet, and fuck,” he growled as he felt the heat that radiated off her. “Have you missed this?” he asked her, his mouth mere centimeters from his favorite dessert. “My mouth hovering over your pretty kitty?” he asked thickly, his voice like gravel.

He was so fucking hard he didn’t know how he was going to stop himself from losing his shit. He needed her so badly he felt the need flowing in his blood throughout every inch of his skin. Before he could say anything else, her sex clenched in front of him. He hissed. His dirty mouth affected her and she wasn’t fucking shy about showing him. She needed him to fill her, and he wouldn’t make her wait. Or will he?

She’d been torturing him for the past month. Maybe a little sweet torture would not only give him some pleasurable payback but would help him not look like some horned-up teenage boy with her.

His hand pushed her tank top up, and with her free hand, she pulled her beautiful tits out for him. His mouth watered and he opened. Her feminine taste blossomed over his tongue, and he gripped her hips tightly. His tongue lapped her delicious honey, up and down.

He was demanding and firm, close to unforgiving. But by the sounds she was making and the way her body squirmed, she fucking loved it.

She gripped his hair with her free hand. He liked the sting of it. His finger slipped into her tight heat, while the others clenched one of her perfect ass cheeks. He didn’t even slide in and out of her three times before he knew she was close.

Pulling away, he shook his head, taking his straining dick out of his gym shorts, and moved his body over hers. With the crown of his dick at her wet heat, he looked down at her. “I’m not going to be slow.”

“I don’t want slow,” she panted, licking her lips.

“I’m gonna give it to you hard and rough, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby?” He took her lips hard and pulled away after nipping the bottom one, pushing the crown of his cock in just a bit. She tried to move toward him, but he pulled his dick away. “What did I say?”

“Bryan!” she cried, and he fought from smiling. Fuck, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“You’re going to take what I give you. I’m going to remind you”—his tip went back to her silky entrance—“that I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m here. I’m alive.” And with that, he slammed into her, the sensation so fucking great his face fell into the crook of her neck. Her wet heat surrounded him, and Bryan stilled, taking a moment to savor being one with her. “You’re mine,” he whispered into her ear, and she clenched around him. Her body held his dick like a fucking vice, and he knew there would never be anything better than that feeling.

“Yes!” she hissed, proving him immediately wrong. Hearing her say she was his was fucking better. As he pulled her free wrist above her head, she was now at his mercy and right where he wanted her.

Pulling almost all the way out of her, he slammed right back into her and stayed still. Repeating the sweet abuse over and over, he felt her start to tighten up around him, and even though it cost him, he pulled out and heard her whispers.

Moving down the bed, he went back to teasing her. Bryan lapped at her sex, looking at how fucking beautiful she looked as he gave her what only he would ever give her. He made sure to keep her on edge, but he wouldn’t give her that extra push that would take her over the brink.

Pulling away, he brought his body back over hers and smiled at how she complained. Without a word, his lips covered hers and he slammed all the way into her. In and out. He was done teasing them both.

“Wrap your legs around me. Tight,” he groaned as his forehead pressed against hers. She did as he ordered, and he hiked her left leg a little higher, rolling his hip. She tightened further.

“So good. So deep,” she whispered. Her eyes rolled back as her head dug into the pillow and he fucked her. In and out, she met him thrust for thrust.

They were both close. Her slick wetness made his balls tighten further, the hard sound of the headboard thumping against the wall, their bodies coming in and out of contact ringing in the air.

“I love you,” she gasped as sounds of their bodies coming together echoed in the room.

“Look at me,” he gritted through his teeth. Her eyes opened to his. He pulled all the way out then slammed into her hard.

“I love you,” he gritted, repeating the motion, her free hand in his hair, their faces close, their bodies slick with sweat. “You’re mine.” He slammed again. ”I’m yours.” He clenched his jaw and lost control.

Staring into one another’s eyes, they didn’t need words.

Like second nature, they knew they were about to go into a free fall. They raced one another. Doing everything possible to get the other there first, and at the end, thankfully, they reached it at the same time. Her body clenching, milking his dick, as he gave her every bit of his release.

VALERIE

We had come together, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough. He had tried to have us do more than make out during his recovery this last month. He’d been relentless, but I’d been worried of hurting him.

The weight of his body over mine, his thickness still inside and hard, I didn’t think I had ever felt anything more beautiful.

“We’re both alive, Val,” he reminded me.

“Bryan—“ I started to say but stopped when he reached toward the nightstand, grabbed a key, and quickly undid the cuff on my wrist.

Still connected, he kissed my wrist and rolled us gently, never leaving my body, and I wrapped my legs under his body, keeping the connection as I straddled him. “I’m fine,” he grunted, and I looked down at him. The need to get closer surged through me, so I pressed my chest against his.

“You were stabbed,” I pointed out.

“I know.”

“I saw you bleeding—“

“Blondie. I’m okay.” He gently rubbed my wrist. His lips kissed my skin, while his eyes never came off mine. “Put your hand on my chest.”

“I don’t want to hurt you—“

“It hurts not having your touch, baby,” he confessed, his voice full of emotion, and I bit my lip. “You feel my heart?” he asked. I swallowed hard.

His heart thumped away beneath my palm. Steady and strong. My eyes started to water, but I didn’t want to cry, so I simply nodded.

“It’s beating. It’s strong. I’m not going anywhere. Getting my way is great. I think I just proved that.” He winked. “But I miss my back-talking, sass-throwing, sexy goddess,” he tried to lighten the mood.

I leaned down and kissed him, his hand in my hair. I pulled away and hovered over his mouth.

“I guess I should get my way next.” I smiled, rolling my hips and clenching my sex around him. I knew he felt it when his eyes burned back as I showed him what it was like for me to get my way.