Saxton could not fall back asleep. He’d woken at least a half hour ago and lie staring at the ceiling, trying to get back to sleep. He knew that sleep was his friend and it was the best way to heal. If he was going to get back out there and find Liam’s killer, he needed to be fully functioning. Who knew what other fights or attacks awaited him on the streets. But it was hard to just lie in bed, hard to have Sara wait on him like he was a helpless child.
He felt like he needed to use the bathroom, but stopped to consider whether he should try going alone or not. But the more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off. He didn’t need her or anyone to help him pee. He was a grown man, capable of doing whatever needed to be done on his own.
Saxton pushed himself up and threw back the covers, ignoring the slice of pain across his abdomen. He let his feet his the floor and stood. Okay, not too bad. There was pain, but it was manageable.
He shuffled to the bathroom. Again, not too bad, but hurt a bit. That pain needed to go before he could be out searching again. One look at his limping figure and he’d be an easy target.
He pushed his pants down just enough to get his dick free and peed, then flushed. See, he could do this. He didn’t need someone acting like his old lady to come and hover over him all the time.
It was nice to have her there. Nice to have someone cook and clean and all that, but he didn’t need to be babied.
He went back into his room. There was no way he’d be able to sleep now. He went to his bedside table and bent over just enough to take out a pen and notepad. It hurt, but he could handle it.
“Saxton?” Her whisper came from just the other side of the door.
He looked over as she pushed the door open and stepped tentatively inside. He set the notepad and pen back down.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I heard something.”
“I’m fine.”
She was wearing just a tank top with thin straps and short shorts. The top barely covered her breasts and the shorts barely covered her butt. Her nipples stuck out through the thin fabric. One look at her and he felt himself stiffen. He made a subtle adjustment in his pants. He wanted her now even worse than he had before. And now that she wasn’t there because she was being paid to be there, it made her that much more desirable. A willing partner was preferable to one who was only letting you screw them for money.
“You shouldn’t be up,” she said. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“I already did. I’m not an invalid.” He couldn’t help the anger that heated his face. He had already been annoyed at her babying him and it just kept getting worse. But looking at her and wanting her, he didn’t want to seem any sort of helpless at all if he was going to make her want him back.
“You went to the bathroom by yourself?”
“Yes, Mom. And I even washed my hands.” He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to react visibly to the pain as he moved.
She dropped her head. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s in my nature to be a mother. I just want to do whatever I can to help you.”
“Cooking and cleaning is plenty. I’m not a helpless child.”
“No.” Her eyes trailed over his bare chest and stomach. Was she checking out his muscles or seeing if his bandage was bleeding? “I know you’re not.”
She met his eyes and for a moment, and he swore he saw desire in them. Maybe he was wrong, maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he needed to see if anything was there. He softened his face and made his voice more gentle.
“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Really. I couldn’t ask for any better care than what you’ve given me.”
“I’m glad. I want to do whatever I can for you.”
“And you’ve done a lot.”
She smiled and he took a step toward her. She responded by walking a few steps closer.
“Can I get you anything right now?”
He nodded and motioned with his finger for her to come to him. When she came in arm’s reach, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him loosely. Probably trying not to hurt him.
“It’s been really great having you stay here,” he said.
“Thanks for having us. It’s been nice to stay somewhere I feel so safe.”
She looked up at him, her big round eyes full of adoration. He put his hand to her cheek, stroking her chin with his thumb. She closed her eyes at his touch and leaned in slightly.
He tilted her head up and leaned down until his lips touched hers. They kissed for a few moments, then he pulled back to look in her eyes, to make sure this was okay. Her eyes glinted with the desire he thought he saw before. Now there was no question. She wanted him like he wanted her.
He went back in for another kiss. This time, his lips pressed harder against hers. He slipped his tongue between her lips, letting it caress hers. Her hands ran over his back, then tangled in his hair. He pulled her closer, pressing against her with his erection. She let out a soft moan.
He picked her up and sat her on the bed. Pain ripped through him, but he ignored it. She gasped as her bottom rested on the bed.
“Careful,” she breathed.
He wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing her. He twisted his fingers through her hair and kissed along her neck. She made a soft murmuring sound, and he pressed against her again in response.
He was all too aware how little clothing separated them. He could feel her heat as she moved her hips to press herself into his stiffness. His hand found its way under her tank top. He caressed her breasts, letting his finger trail back and forth over her hard nipple. He pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger, and she responded with a moan.
He kissed down her chest, pulling at the top of her tank until her breasts popped over its edge. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked at her nipple. He kissed around and over to her other breast. Her nails dug deeper into his back.
He let his finger move farther down, to her stomach, where it danced over her skin, then down to dip under the waist band of her shorts. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid under her panties. His fingers brushed over her folds, damp and ready for his touch.
He rubbed around her clit for a moment, enjoying the sound of her moaning. He felt like his dick would explode soon if he didn’t so something. He pulled her tank over her head and let it fall on the floor. With her chest bare, he covered every inch of her in kisses and caresses.
Then, he gripped the top of her waistband and pulled down, sliding her clothing out from under her. Her shorts hit the floor. She reached for him and pushed his pants down. They only fell to his knees, and he moved his legs closer so that they fell the rest of the way to the floor. He held one side of his pants in place as he stepped free, then did the same to get the other foot out.
She reached down and gripped his cock. Heat tore through him and he had to shift his thinking quickly so he wouldn’t finish too fast. She was so hot, he could just shoot all over her right then. She moved up and down his shaft until he had to put his hand over hers to stop her.
He pulled her closer, until she was at the very edge of the bed. He rubbed the tip of his dick in her wetness, then slipped it inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he pushed deeper into her. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him in farther still.
The pain was there as he moved in and out of her, and it took a lot to ignore it. But the way she felt, so wet and tight, it was worth any small amount of agony to experience her like this. He moved back and forth, slipping in and out, letting out his moans mix with hers. He felt himself getting closer and slowed down.
But Sara tightened her legs and moved in circles around him. Her moaning grew louder and she pressed herself into him harder and faster. She cried out loudly and then shuddered. He pushed into her several times hard and fast until he, too, cried out as he came.
They breathed together, wrapped tight in each other as their heart rates started to slow. After a few minutes, he stepped back and slid out of her.
“Just for the record,” he breathed into her ear, “I would have gladly paid eight grand for that. You felt so good.”
She laughed. “I guess that’s a compliment?”
“Oh, it is.”
“You don’t normally pay that much for sex?”
“Never,” he said. “A few hundred at the most.” She was joking, and if she knew his answer was truthful, she may not be happy, but he figured if she was joking, she would think he was, too. “If you ever decided to give up waitressing, you could be rich.”
“Right.” Some of the humor faded from her voice. “I don’t think that’s the most appropriate career for a single mom.”
“No, I suppose not.” He ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her again. “You’re much too good for that life.”
She closed her eyes and whispered, “Thanks.”
“Thank you. You’ve done more for me in the last weeks than I ever could have asked for.”
“It’s the least I can do.”
“So, are we even now?”
“I don’t know.” She winked at him playfully. “That was so good, I might owe you more now.”
He pulled his mouth into a half smile. “Would another round be payment enough?”
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”
“Let’s find out.”
Saxton carefully slid up onto the bed. He didn’t even consider the pain anymore. He was already hard again with the thought of feeling her once more. He crawled over her, putting an elbow on either side of her so he could kiss her.
“No way,” she said.
He pulled back to look her in the eye. “You don’t want to?”
“Oh, I do, but not like this. There’s no reason for you to put strain on your wound.” She pushed gently on his shoulder to direct him to lie down.
When he was flat on his back, she climbed over him. He had to admit, this was better for many reasons. He didn’t mind the woman on top at all. And it would save him some pain.
Sara kissed down his stomach, around his bandage, and below his waist. She must not have minded that he was covered in her juices because she took his dick into her mouth and sucked. The pleasure washed over him, and he let his eyes close. Her mouth, warm and wet, moved up and down his shaft, along with her hand.
He almost came again, but she must’ve sensed this and released him just in time. She moved back to resume kissing him. It seemed like she was being careful of his stomach, holding herself over him and barely putting any pressure on him.
She straddled him, sitting over his legs, as she lowered herself onto him. His cock found its place inside her again, and as she moved up and down on him, the pain in his abdomen was almost gone entirely.
He reached down to grip her hips, but after trying to lift her once, the pain was too much and he gripped her, but couldn’t move her up and down. She did all the work, and he lay in complete pleasure, enjoying her body.
When she started to move faster and her breathing changed, he knew she was getting close. Instead of holding back, he let himself go as she did and they came together. She cried out with him, then lay beside him, her hand on his chest.
“Now we might be even,” she said.
“Hmm. I don’t know,” he said. “I might owe you again after that. You did all the work. We might just have to keep repaying each other.”
“Hmm,” she murmured. “Okay.”
She lay beside him for a few minutes, and he felt like he could sleep again now. Just as he felt himself drifting off, she moved and slid out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to get back to Ian. I don’t want to have to explain why I was in here and not with him.”
“Okay.”
Saxton watched in the dim light of the moon as she dressed. She leaned over to kiss him, then snuck quietly out of the room. When she was gone, he closed his eyes, but the sudden absence of her was too strong. Sleep didn’t come for a long time as he worked to put her out of his mind. She felt good and had been a nice lay for sure, but he couldn’t afford to have feelings for her. She deserved someone much better.