Chapter Twenty-Six
Harley
When I got back to Scot's room after my appointment with Doc, I was surprised to find him and Rafael alone. When Scott lifted the blanket for me to crawl into the bed, I settled between his strong thighs and carefully eased my weight back against him. I stayed quiet, snuggled up against Scott's chest until the door closed behind the detective.
"I'm still in trouble, huh?"
Scott chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and making me smile. "I know you don't remember, but that's really nothing new." He kissed the top of my head. "I have a little experience putting out your fires." Another kiss, this one on my cheek. "Truthfully, though, this one isn't your fault, love."
"Are you sure?"
"I am." Scott shifted, pulling me higher so he could see my eyes. "I need you to tell me something, though." His turquoise gaze was steady and his face serious. "Are you sure that you want to marry me? Without your memories of our past, how can you be sure that this is what you want?"
Oh.
I laid my palm on his cheek, stroking over the stubble I found there and shook my head. "I don't need for my mind to remember," I said softly. "From the first time we met in the woods, something about you was so familiar and every time that we're together, your presence soothes my soul." I stretched up the tiniest bit to press our lips together. "I don't know if my mind ever will, Scott, but my heart does remember."
I settled back as he tightened his arms around me. "But what about you? What if I'm always like this?" I worried my lip with my teeth. "Doc isn't sure that I'll ever be normal again."
Scott huffed a sigh in my ear. "Baby, normal's a setting on the damned dryer. Even if we had to start new every day, it would be perfect because I'd be with you."
"Do..do you think Zade will let us? He seems pretty much against it."
"I don't think it's going to matter, Har." Scott sounded pretty sure of himself. "I think that maybe it's time to take matters into our own hands and let the courts sort it out." One warm hand slid up the back of my shirt to stroke my back. "For now, we're safe here, so we might as well get some rest. We'll worry about the rest once I'm done healing."
~*~
Exactly a week after my massive screw up had gotten Scott stabbed, the doctor handed him the signed hospital discharge forms.
"Are you sure we can do this?" It had been two days since Scott had kicked Rafael out of his hospital room and instructed the staff not to allow anyone but me into the room and I totally expected Zade or the detectives to be lurking around every corner, just waiting to grab me.
Still, as nervous as I was, I was a thousand times more excited as I followed Scott out of the hospital to a waiting Uber.
"I am absolutely positive," he assured me again, tugging me into the backseat with him. "All we have to do is get the van and then we're on our way."
The van was parked in the shade of the massive pine tree, exactly where it had been when I'd snuck out for my ill-fated trip to the Oh! Club. Scott waited patiently for me to climb into the passenger seat and fasten my seatbelt before he closed my door and slid into the driver's seat next to me.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"You're sure that you don't need to pick anything up before we leave?"
I laughed and smoothed the wrinkled scrubs top. "Although, I guess it would be nice to have a change of clothes."
Scott snickered and winked at me as he pulled the van slowly out onto the road, raising a hand to wave to a little girl who was climbing a tree. "Don't worry about that. We can stop and pick some stuff up." He hesitated, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. "And, ah, there might be a few of your things in the back that will still fit."
"Really?" I asked curiously. "But I thought you said I'd never been in the van before?"
"You hadn't," Scott sighed. "When we were separated, you still had some stuff at my apartment, so I brought it with me. Just in case."
"You're amazing." I reached for his hand and squeezed it.
Scott laughed self-consciously. "I don't even know what all is back there. Maybe you should hold back that assessment until after you know what you have."
"Nope," I disagreed, squeezing his hand again before reaching for the tuning knob on the radio. "It's definitely the thought that counts."
And, as it turned out a few hours later when we had stopped for the night, in addition to a change of clothes, there were definitely a few things in the drawer where he was storing my stuff that gave us both plenty to think about.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Scott
"Harley?" I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat didn't budge. "Um, what are you doing?"
He'd worked his way into the back of the van around midnight with the stated purpose of seeing if there was anything in my little kitchenette to make a meal of. When he'd called out to tell me that my lunch was ready, I'd pulled into a small rest stop and parked before stepping through the curtain that separated the cab from the living quarters only to find him spread out ass-up on the bed.
He was naked except for the silky black jock that was lifting his perfect cheeks up for me and the angle of his knees tucked under his chest parted them just enough that I could see the Omega dew glistening on his pucker.
Next to him was a bottle of lube and a condom.
It seemed he'd found the drawer that had our, ahem, private time supplies with no problem.
"You said you were hungry," Harley's voice was a husky purr that wound around me and stoked my own arousal. "I found you something to eat." His head was sideways on the pillow and his honey-gold eyes were daring me to say no.
As fucking if.
It only took two steps to reach the bed and I dropped to my knees, grabbing his hips and yanking him to the edge of the bed.
"My favorite dish," I growled against his sensitive skin. Harley's laugh turned into a shiver as I parted his cheeks and dragged my tongue over his hole, then lingering to suck and rub my lips over the silky soft skin hidden there. "Love this sweet ass so much."
I ripped the button to my jeans open and shoved my hands down my pants, gripping my cock. The faster my tongue lapped up the sweet slick dripping from my Omega's hole, the more he produced until I was eating his ass like a starving beast as I jerked my cock, almost oblivious to the whimpers and moans falling from his lips. It wasn't until his body began to shake, his hole spasming around the fingers I'd snuck into massage his button, that I realized Harley had already finished.
"You okay?" I managed to ask through panting breaths as I forced myself to pull back from the sweet hole that had been kissing me back so hotly.
"No," Harley choked out. "I want more. Please, I want you to really fuck me, Alpha." He looked over his shoulder, his brown eyes molten with arousal. "I want your cock. Please."
My cock began to throb in my hand as he stared at it, licking his lips and rolling his hips in a silent plea.
Oh, hell. All the good intentions in the world weren't going to help me resist when he begged.
"You're sure, baby?"
"Get in me!" he begged. "Please, Scott." He brought one hand back to tease himself, using the slick to slide his fingers in deep.
My control snapped and I caught his wrist, bringing his hand up so I could suck them clean. Grabbing the condom, I rolled it down my eager cock and pressed it to his entrance, easing forward slowly as Harley strained under me, whimpering and cursing as I spread him wide. When I stopped to check on him, he snarled and bucked back, taking a few more inches with a yelp.
"Har, baby, slow down," I stroked his back, ignoring the shudder that ran through me as he bore down. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," he gasped. "I'm too close. I want all of you before I come again."
Well, fuck.
Trusting him to know what he needed, I wrapped one arm around his belly, stretched over his body and pressed in harder, not stopping until his ass was resting against my groin.
"Is that better?" I asked in his ear as he clenched down again, setting off another series of shudders that started in my dick and ran through my body. There weren't words to describe the intense physical pleasure of being swallowed by his willing body after so much time, and the grip of his tight ass around my cock, the heat that bathed me through the thin condom, very nearly overwhelmed me.
"Oh, Gods, yes! Move!"
The first few thrusts were deep but slow, intended to let me catch up to my Omega without pushing him over the edge too quickly. When his pants turned into mewling gasps and he began to writhe beneath my weight, I rose to my knees and arched my back slightly, ensuring that every shallow thrust would grind against the perfect spot.
His tight passage began to throb and I barely had time to reach around and grip his dick, milking his climax for every last drop.
Then, when Harley collapsed beneath me, tremors wracking his entire body, I drove in deep and allowed my own release to overtake me. I growled as the hot gush of my cum washed over me, adding another layer of sensation to my orgasm as our bodies pulsed together.
"Heavy." Harley's sex-slurred words were barely audible, but I'd always been tuned into him. Pulling free, I rolled over onto my back and reached down to dispose of the condom. When my fingers touched skin, my head jerked up and I barely managed to hold back a string of curses.
The fucking rubber had broken.