38. Lick His Wounds
38
LICK HIS WOUNDS
F or a smart guy, Coy knew when he was messing up. He’d been pushing it and it was building. He thought he had it under control but realized he didn’t.
“Are you coming up here to check on me?” she asked. The look in her eye said he better be careful with how he answered this.
“No,” he said. “I mean, yes.”
She snarled at him. Yep, he’d crossed the line somewhere. Probably did it weeks ago but couldn’t seem to stop himself either. She had more restraint than he thought that she was finally losing it.
“Coy.” She took a deep breath. “I’m going to lose my shit in a minute.”
“I can see that,” he said. “Tell me what is going on.”
“Are you going to let me talk or would you want to speak for me too?”
He cringed over that. “Not funny.”
“No,” she said. “It’s not. We’ve already talked about this. You letting me do things around the house and not trying to do it all.”
“And I have,” he said. “I showed you how I liked my scrubs folded and now I see you folding yours the same way.”
“Because unlike you, I don’t care that much. I’m not going to do it two different ways. So I’ll fold like you now.”
“Meaning I’m anal about things?”
“If the butt is there, then it’s there,” she said.
He wouldn’t address that. “What else?”
“I’m not going to hurt myself carrying my laptop. Or a five-pound grocery bag. My God, we work out together. For such an intelligent man, do you not see me lifting weights much heavier than a damn grocery bag?”
Shit. He hadn’t thought of that. Why hadn’t he?
“So you want to carry your own things?” he asked.
“I want you to be helpful like you can be, but not overbearing. You’re so overbearing that they could look the word up in the dictionary and it’d have Coy Bond in platinum next to it.”
“Got it,” he said. “What else?”
“I know you talked to Abby today when I specifically told you not to.”
“It’s my right to do that,” he said, frowning.
“It’s your right as your practice,” she said. “I’m not arguing that. But I know you are going to make things worse. I wanted to handle it my way.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” he said.
“Because we didn’t have a chance to talk about it. When were we supposed to do that? It happened this morning and then we’d been working all day. I told you not to say anything, but you did.”
“She needs to cut the shit,” he said.
“And I would have told her that. It should have come from me if she had an issue with me . Now it just looks like I can’t deal with anything and my husband has to hold my hand and do it all. One more thing for everyone to think about me.”
“No one thinks that,” he said.
“Coy. You’re not a woman. They all think it. I’m surprised you don’t jump up and run and get me water when it’s empty. You might as well. You could tie my sneakers for me too even though I can bend and do it. Or maybe pull my pants up after I pee. Give me a break. I’m tired of this!”
He’d never heard her yell before.
He wanted to ask if it was hormones, but his mother didn’t raise a fool. Those words would be locked up tight.
“I didn’t know you felt this way.”
She threw her hands up and marched toward him. They were still in Spencer’s room.
“How can you say that? It’s not the first time I’ve told you that I can’t stand it that you won’t let me do anything. You know I hate to be babied and you’re doing it worse than my brother and father did.”
Hearing her say that didn’t help that she was right and he hadn’t realized it.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Maybe I’m just scared.”
“You know what?” she said. “So am I.”
“Why?” he asked in a panic and started to move toward her.
“Stop,” she said, putting her hand up. “I’m fine. I’m scared because every pregnant woman out there is at some point. I don’t know what could go wrong. Or maybe I do know what can go wrong and it worries me. But if I tell you I’m scared then you get worse than you are. I said I wanted a partner. I should be able to go to my husband and tell him these things without him trying to find his cape and fly me away from my fears. It doesn’t work that way.”
He ran his hand over his face.
“I didn’t want you to know that I’m nervous and scared. I didn’t want it to upset you.”
“It’s not upsetting me. It makes us human and being able to talk to each other rather than you holding it in and trying to protect me. There are things even a Bond can’t protect against, Coy. All the money in the world can’t change some things.”
“I know,” he said. He remembered what Drew and Amanda went through when she had a miscarriage last year. The same when he was young and his mother lost his baby sister.
It all came back to him tenfold now that he had a child of his own coming.
“Then stop acting like you can do it all. No one can do it all.”
“I can try to stop,” he said.
“Good,” she said.
“Since we are talking, is there anything else you want to yell at me about?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to phrase it, but he figured he was going to have to lick his wounds so might as well take all the shots he could now.
“Well,” she said. “There is one more thing. Sex.”
“What about it?” he asked.
“I want you to throw me around a little bit.”
“What?!”
“That came out wrong,” she said. “I want you to let loose. I want you to stop worrying you’re going to hurt me. I told you this was a fear of mine. That here I was just starting to have sex and then it was going to be ruined.”
“Sex is ruined?” he asked. “Because you don’t seem it when you’re shouting out my name.”
“Wipe that smirk off your face. I’m not saying it’s not good. It is. It’s very enjoyable romantic sex.”
“What’s wrong with that?” It sounded more like an insult than a compliment in his mind.
“I’m not a Hallmark movie. I’m positive this little guy got created the day I made you lose control in your office. I want that back. I want you to lose control.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh. My. God.” She walked over and put her hands on his chest and gave him a little shove onto the bed, him landing on his back. “Then let me do it.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“I’m going to prove to you I’m not going to break. You’re not going to hurt me or the baby, but maybe I need to feel like a woman. So if you can’t do it for me, then I’m going to do it for myself.”
He was almost afraid of her right now.
The look in her eyes told him she could eat him alive.
Oddly he was extremely turned on by it when moments ago he was getting his ass rightfully handed to him.
She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, then dropped her shorts and underwear.
He went to sit up and remove his clothing, but she stopped him.
“It’s hard to give you what you want if I’ve got clothes on,” he said.
“I’m going to take what I want. You just lie there and enjoy it. Let’s do some role reversal a bit.”
He snorted. “You’re joking.”
“Nope,” she said, yanking his athletic shorts down his thighs only, his cock springing free. She climbed on him, spread her legs and sank down fast.
And she didn’t stop there.
She put her hands on his chest for leverage and she rode him as if she was going to use his body to take her right out of town.
He was barely able to hang on and didn’t realize what a magnificent sight it was.
She only had a lace bra on that she was spilling out of. The speed of her body moving up and down had her breasts jiggling enough to make him wince wondering if the weight of them was painful.
It didn’t seem to bother her, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.
“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said. “I’m just using you for now. Got a problem with it?”
“No, ma’am,” he said, letting out a groan. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on and couldn’t believe how turned on he was over her take-charge attitude.
She reached her hand down between her legs, found her sensitive piece of flesh and started to flick at it with her finger as she was grinding against him.
“Slow down,” he said. “I’m going to come.”
“Use some of those superpowers you’ve got to hold off a minute until I get there,” she said.
She almost looked to be in as much pain as him and he couldn’t take it anymore, turning her quickly so she was on her back and he began pounding into her with her legs held up high.
She started to shout out his name and moments later, he did the same, then collapsed on top of her more spent than he’d ever been.
“Wow,” he said.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” she asked sarcastically.
“Fantastic,” he said.
“Stop babying me, Coy. All this did was make me want to attack you again for an ending like that. Do you get it now?”
“Yeah,” he said, rolling and putting her on his chest. “I do.”
“Maybe it’s this room. Do you think Spencer would be upset to know what we did on his bed?”
He didn’t even have the energy to laugh.