Chapter 20 #2
Something inside me snaps. It’s not logical. I know it’s not, but my dick is doing all the talking for me now.
I cup her pussy in my hand. “This is mine, Raven. I already told you no one else can see this.” I fist the lace in my hand, my thumb thrusting up into her. She moans, her head falling back against the brick as she rocks into me. Her pussy so wet, she’s already dripping on my hand.
“You gonna rip these too?” she snaps mockingly, only to gasp as I take my thumb out and thrust three fingers in instead.
I wasn’t going to, but now I sure as hell am.
Just as I tear them from her and shove them in my pocket, a car horn honks in the distance and our bodies jerk slightly apart. We’re in an alley, barely ten feet from the street. If someone looked in, they’d see her coat acting as a barrier, but it wouldn’t be hard to discern what we’re up to.
I pump my fingers into her, slower now, sliding in and out while holding her thigh tighter against me. “I’m not stopping,” I tell her, staring into her obsidian eyes ringed in aqua. Her lips part as I keep going, finding her clit now with soft circles that I know drive her wild.
She sinks her nails into the back of my scrub top, but her gaze flashes over toward the street, and I see it.
Rational thought attempting to creep back into her pretty head and I sure as hell can’t have that.
Fuck patience and fuck keeping my dick in my pants.
That might work for other women, but not this one.
This one needs to feel me. Needs to see the passion I have for her.
She needs to know she’s the only one and I’m not going anywhere ever again.
I silence her thoughts by sticking my tongue back down her throat the way I’d love to be sticking it in her pussy right now.
I fuck her mouth like this, the way my fingers are fucking her, slow, even, ravaging.
And finally, when her eyes are closed and her mind is giving itself back over to me once more, I quicken my pace, building her higher.
She whimpers, her hands fumbling with my scrub top, lifting it so she can scratch at my chest and abs.
Her fingers scrape across the flesh just below my left axilla, by my heart, and I shudder at what her hands are unwittingly touching.
She’s angry and frantic and she does likely hate me, but there is no denying what’s happening between us.
Her leg wraps tighter around my hip as she rides my hand.
My mouth hits her jaw, her chin, her neck, nipping, sucking, tasting, eating at her.
I’m going to ruin her once and for all the way she’s ruined me.
She comes on a wet rush, her creamy channel convulsing around my fingers as she bites down into my shoulder to stifle her moan.
Spasm after spasm takes over and I have to hold her up as her body bucks and jerks, locked between me and the wall.
Her small hand grabs my dick through my scrubs, squeezing me so hard, stars glitter across my vision and I hiss out a wheeze.
But before I can groan or attempt to catch my breath, she’s fumbling with the drawstring of my scrubs and tugging my aching cock out.
A cold blast of air hits me first before her hand takes over, coating me in warmth, and my face falls to her forehead as I pump into her hand.
What is it about her touch that utterly destroys me?
I suck her cum off my fingers, and she watches, eyes narrowed and breathing shallow.
That fist grips me tighter and I smirk at her attempt at hurting me.
She forgets I like a little pain with my pleasure and my girl is the queen at toeing that line.
I jack off into her hand and fuck that’s so good.
But it’s also not nearly enough. I’m so turned on right now I can hardly think.
Obviously, since I’m about to screw Raven blind in an alley right beside the hospital I work in.
I want to spin her around, press her palms into the bricks, and squeeze her tits while I fuck her from behind, but the notion of anyone seeing her in any way keeps my position held firmly and before she can argue or fight, I line my cock up with her weeping pussy and drive it home.
Sweet mother of Christ , that’s insanely good.
“Shut up, Luca. Don’t talk.”
I grin, biting at her bottom lip. I hadn’t realized I had.
“You always liked it when I talked. Remember? I could play with these tits”—I give one of them a firm squeeze, gliding my thumb over her hard nipple—“and get you to come just from my dirty mouth and a few good nipple flicks.” I do just that and she hisses out a feral sound.
“I hate you. I hate you so goddamn much.” That last word is a moan as I start to slide out, only to slam back into her. Hard. Quick. Frenetic. I grab her hip and grind into her, rolling my hips in a circle so I catch her clit, then do it all over again.
“But God, Raven, do I love you.”
Her hands are in my hair. On my chest. Scraping and scratching and pulling and tearing. My hand is all over her too. In her hair. On her tits, rubbing across her nipples and hating the barrier of clothes between us. I need her naked, beneath me, over me, wrapped around me.
My lips and teeth suck on her, my tongue licking anywhere I can reach. All the while my hips gyrate, filling her up, pumping and grinding and thrusting, the angle shallow, but I make it work for us. Taking her hard right here, out in the open, against a fucking wall like the animal she makes me.
The world around us recedes. It’s just her and it’s just me. As it always was every time I was inside of her. All of me tethered to her.
She moans, her nails digging in deeper, trying to mark me.
I chuckle as I move, hitting her spot. Watching her blissed out face.
There is no slowing down. There is no stopping. There are zero fucks to give in this moment because I need to own her, and she needs to be owned. She’s so wet and so tight and feels so fucking good.
“Harder,” she cries into me, her hand gripping my arm, her nails slicing into my biceps, but that’s all she’s got as she starts to convulse, squeezing me with every muscle inside her as she comes on me, coating my dick.
It’s the most mind-bending sensation of wet heat and I follow her over the edge, grunting and growling and swearing into her, taking her mouth as I do because I need to taste her as we come.
And come. And come. I swear it’s never-ending and that I’ve never come this hard in my life.
The moment she sags against me, she instantly stiffens.
Don’t do it. Don’t regret it.
Her eyes blink open, and she pulls back, staring straight at me.
“Don’t regret it.”
She’s still silent, but her face…
“No, baby. Don’t do it.”
Her eyes glass over and then she’s shoving me off her, tugging down her dress and zipping up her coat. I tuck my dick back in my boxer briefs and tie up my scrub bottoms. All the while my eyes are locked on her.
“Raven?”
She’s not saying anything, and silent Raven has my heart thundering.
I cup her jaw in my hand and the look in her eyes nearly breaks me. They’re so vulnerable and lost. Begging me closer and pushing me away all at once.
“You’re leaking out of me. We didn’t use a condom.”
I nod, feeling bad about that, but I won’t apologize either.
I figured that would happen and now I regret tearing her panties.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like that part of me was inside of her.
I don’t even care that we didn’t use a condom because this is her and this is me and this is us and she’s worth every risk and consequence.
“I don’t exactly keep condoms in my scrub pants. I’m clean, though. I swear it to you, I am. You’re the only one… you’re the only one I’ve ever gone bare with.”
She clears her throat, emotion battling all over her face. “I have to go.”
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
She shakes her head in my hand. “I have to go.”
I hold her jaw a little tighter. “If you have to go, I will let you. But know this, I’m only doing that because I know you have to get to work, and I can see you need space.
But don’t overthink this, Raven. Please, don’t do that.
I want you. Only you. Always. I will wait and I will fight, and I will try to be patient, but don’t run from me.
Love me, hate me, burn me, blame me, I don’t care. But don’t run from me anymore.”
“I have to go.”
And with that, she does run. Out of the alley and away from me. My heart sinks to my feet, only for my blood to boil back up.
Because I’m an asshole who just watched my girl run from me after I frantically fucked her in an alley and she told me she hates me, I thrash my way through a children’s hospital. I have surgery. A rather unpleasant surgery that I intend to work a goddamn miracle on.
Glioblastoma in a fifteen-year-old that was caught serendipitously. The kid was playing football, took a hard hit to the noodle, and ended up having a CT scan that discovered the tumor. It’s still relatively small but aggressive and that’s where my mind needs to be.
On this kid and saving his life so he can graduate high school and play professional ball, since that’s what he told me his dream is—I always ask kids before surgery what their dream is because it gives them something to focus on and fight for. I digress. My mind needs to be on this kid.
Not on Raven. Not on my asshole brother who feels like he’s playing me.
I cover my hair with my scrub cap, don the shoe sleeves, and hold a mask up to my face before storming into an OR I have zero business storming into. Except my thieving, conniving, underhanded brother is in here.
“What the hell were you doing having lunch with Raven today? Are you trying to steal her from me?” I bark out and all heads swivel in my direction save for one. Kaplan doesn’t even twitch a muscle as he continues to stare down into… a tiny baby’s open chest. Shit.
I’m seriously losing my mind, and this is not who I am.
“Bovie that small bleeder,” he says to some resident beside him, who eagerly springs into action. “Luca, did you know that the heart I’m currently operating on is about the size of a large walnut and weighs approximately twenty-five grams?”
“I do now.”
“This little guy has hypoplastic left heart syndrome and since you’re not a total moron, I know you appreciate the severity of such a condition. And given the size of the child and the size of the heart, you have to imagine that my total and complete concentration is required.”
Yeah. I’m a dick.
“Kap… I’m going into surgery on a fifteen-year-old’s brain in ten minutes. Please, just tell me now so I can get my head straight.”
“No. Which incidentally is something you should have already known. I watched both of you lose your absolute minds in heartbreak that night at the Vineyard and I did the only thing I could think of to help you both. I befriended her. I listened when she cried, and I planted tiny seeds that you were just as miserable as she was and stalking her all across the planet because you couldn’t handle what had happened between the two of you even if you knew it was the way it was supposed to be.
She is in Boston because I spoke with the board of the Boston Symphony Orchestra and demanded they make her a better offer than any other orchestra out there who was wooing her, which they all were.
I also helped facilitate a job for her in this hospital as a quasi music therapist. One, because it’s what she’s passionate about and I like making her happy.
Two, because you work here, and I knew your paths would eventually cross.
I am helping you, little brother, and I am helping her.
Now shut your mouth and don’t screw up the gift I’m giving you and get out of my OR. ”
Damn. I’m such a fool. “I can’t hug you right now, but I think you already know, if I could, I would.”
“Pansy-ass.”
I chuckle. “I love you, Kap.”
“Love you too. Let today be the day we both save some lives.”
Amen to that. And as I walk out of my brother’s OR and head for my own, I’m grinning like a lunatic. No more running. Time to catch my Little Bird and make her mine for good.