TWELVE
Her tongue snakes out and trails along the underside of my cock. A shudder rolls through my body, and I tangle my hands into her hair and tug. She moans and wraps that wicked tongue of hers around the throbbing head, lapping up the bead of precum. A hum of approval vibrates around my engorged flesh as she sucks my entire length into her hot mouth.
My hips buck and roll, pushing me even further down her throat.
“FUCK! Rea!” She hums, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I won’t last long. No way.
Not now that I finally have her exactly where I want her.
Not now that Rea has finally offered herself to me, body, mind, and heart.
Not now that Rea is finally mine.
Her sinful mouth suctions around my dick, and she starts a rhythm sure to having me blowing my load down her throat in ten seconds flat.
How can someone so sweet and innocent be so damn good at this?
The tingle in my balls warns me of my impending release. I grip her hair tighter, urging her head up and down faster, shoving even deeper.
Wave after wave of electrifying bliss shoot through my body as I come down her throat. She moans her approval and sucks me until I’m so sensitive, it almost hurts, and I have to yank my cock free from her warm depths.
I release her hair and cup her face, ensuring she’s looking up at me and paying close attention. Her jade green eyes bore into mine with a love and compassion I’ve never seen from anyone in my life before. One I surely don’t deserve.
“We can’t go back, Rea. You are mine, and I am yours. But we must leave now. There’s no other choice.”
***
I jerk awake, the memory of my first time with Rea—and my last time with her as Rea before she became Jade—so crystal clear in my mind, my hard cock throbs between my legs. I shift on the bed.
Barking.
Chirping.
Scratching.
The unfamiliar sounds fill my ears and cause my swimming head to split with an agonizing headache.
Where the fuck am I?
I open my eyes to take stock of my surroundings. Blurry vision doesn’t help the disorientation as I try to raise my head.
A hand presses to my chest and pushes me back down.
“Stay down.”
I don’t recognize the voice, and my first instinct is to lash out at him, but the floaty feeling in my head and limbs lulls me into a strange sense of security.
“I’ve given you propofol and isoflurane, so don’t try to get up until it wears off completely.”
What?
A memory stirs.
Gunshots.
Bleeding.
Driving across town.
The veterinary clinic.
Shit.
“Thanks.” I manage the mumbled word before my world slips into a hazy black fog.
When I come to again, I push myself up slowly using my right hand. My left arm throbs, reminding me of why I ended up here in the first place.
“I removed the bullet.”
The voice makes me jump slightly, but I turn and find the doctor sitting in a chair across the room, a book open on his lap.
“It was fairly deep into the muscle, so it’s going to hurt for a while. The other was just a flesh wound. A few stitches took care of that one.”
I nod my understanding and scrub my hand over my face. Several weeks of not shaving have left a rough beard I’m not used to feeling on my jaw.
“Any chance you have somewhere I can clean up and shave before I take off?”
He raises an eyebrow and sets his book face-down onto the counter next to him.
“You can’t leave yet. Tomorrow morning at the earliest. I won’t be able to hide you once my staff comes in, but you need to rest tonight.”
I shake my head and swing my legs over the edge of the exam table. “No, I have to go.”
An annoyed sigh fills the room. “I guess I can’t stop you, can I? There’s a bathroom with a shower down the hall on the left.” He reaches into a cabinet and pulls out an electric razor. “And you can use this.”
Just stretching out my right arm to try to take it from him makes me wobble and slide from the table. I grasp the edge with my good hand and grit my teeth against the pain in my left arm.
“I’ll grab you some meds to take with you. Antibiotics and pain meds. You’ll need both. That finger of yours, or what was left of it, was a mess. So was that stitch job you did on your side. Another bullet?”
I nod.
“It’s a good thing you came in when you did, or infection would have likely taken that whole hand. I cleaned it up and gave you some IV antibiotics while you were out.”
I mumble a thanks before righting myself on unsteady feet and grabbing the razor from his outstretched hand.
“I won’t be long.”
“There are some clean clothes in my gym bag in the locker in the bathroom. You need them.”
It hadn’t even crossed my mind what I must look like at this point. I glance down. The pants I took from the guy at the ranch house are now splattered with Saban’s blood and my own. The shirt is in even worse condition. Barely anything remains after the doctor cut away the sleeve on the left side and what is there is drenched in blood.
“Thanks.”
He nods and returns to his chair and book, leaving me to stagger down the hallway to the bathroom on my own. As soon as I’m cleaned up, I need to get heading east again.
Jade is out there with my monster of a brother. And now, I have not only his men after me, but also Saban’s. Things just got a hell of a lot harder.