Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Flyboy
Riley’s orgasm soaks my fingers. I continue to massage her pussy until the shockwaves stop rolling through her. I slow our kiss, gently releasing her as I pull my fingers free from her pants. She leans back, watching my face as I bring my fingers up to my lips and slide them into my mouth. I suck every drop of her cum clean from my fingers. Her taste explodes on my buds, coating my tongue with the sweetest, tangiest flavor I’ve ever tasted.
When every succulent drop is gone, I kiss her hard, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. Riley shifts, running her right hand up my chest and into my hair, pulling me tighter into her. I fist my left hand in her hair, tilting her head backward to the position that I need her to be in so I can devour her. I get so lost in her, and the way she tastes, that nothing else matters to me. My cock is still so rock hard that I could shatter diamonds. I need this woman in a way that I’ve never wanted or desired anyone before her. I thought she owned me up until this moment with her here, sitting in my lap, open and free to me.
Riley is the only thing in this world that has the power to bring me to my knees.
When she pulls away from me, the sweetest smile spreads across her face. “I’ve never let myself dream of this moment, thinking I’d never be able to get here.”
“I know I was a complete asshole to you when I woke up. I know I’ve fucked this up over and over again. But going forward, I’m going to do everything within my power to make sure you never feel that way again.” I pepper kisses all over my face.
“I believe that you’re sorry. Just know, you’re not going to get off that easily. You’ll pay for being an ass but it’ll be when I feel like it,” she says as she smirks, placing one more kiss on my lips quickly before standing. “I’m going to go take a hot shower. Do you want your meds before I do?”
“I know some medicine that you can give me,” I tease, winking, and not answering her question.
Riley turns to me, placing her hands on her hips, and giving me a show as her tits bounce in nothing but a bra.
“You’re ridiculous. Now, answer me. Do you want meds before I get in the shower?” She glares down her perfect nose at me.
I attempt to stand on my own, gritting my teeth at the pain shooting up my leg from being up and about too fucking much today. Riley must see the pain that I’m trying to hide because she comes over to help me up without speaking a word.
“I’m going to help you to the bed, and then, I’m getting you your meds. When I get out of the shower, I’ll help you take the braces off your hand and leg before we take that nap you promised me,” Riley directs, doing just that.
When she turns, I can’t stop myself from saying what I do next. “Fuck that ass is fine as hell.” I laugh, slapping her on her ass.
Riley squeals before laughing as she makes her way into the bathroom, looking for my meds. My eyes start to get heavy as I wait on her. Just as they close completely, Riley comes out of the bathroom and heads straight for the mini fridge under the T.V., pulling out a bottle of water.
I groan, rubbing my hard cock at the sight of her bent over. I’m going to have to take care of this while she’s in the shower or I’ll never let her take that nap she so desperately needs. I watch as her tits bounce with every step she takes, bringing up images of the way they will bounce when she's bouncing on my cock. I get so lost in the image of her taking my achingly hard cock into her tight wet heat, my girth stretching her wet pussy that I don’t notice that she’s now standing within an arm’s length reach from me.
“Flyboy, earth to Flyboy.” Riley snaps her fingers in my face, bringing me out of the filthiest, sexiest daydream a man could have.
“Sorry, Sunshine. Just got lost in a dream of the future.” I shrug, not at all caring she caught me dreaming of her.
To my complete surprise she just laughs, shakes her head and walks away. I take the pills she placed in my hand, swallowing them down with the water she put on the bed beside me. I lay there, lost in my head, listening to the water start in the bathroom. Once I hear the shower door close, I slide my pants down letting the steel pipe in my jeans free. I sigh when the pressure of my zipper eases. I reach down with my left hand hissing at how sensitive my cock is. I’ve tried, more than I would like to admit, to get my cock to respond to anyone or anything. Of course, it would be the one woman I don’t deserve that can bring me to full staff.
I close my eyes, bringing forth the image of Riley’s bouncing tits. I squeeze the head of my dick, trying to prolong my release. The image of Riley in the shower slides its way into my mind, the water sliding down her curvy body. The droplets kissing her perfectly round nipples. My balls draw up tight, my release rushing forward.
Groaning, I come all over my shirt covered stomach and chest. I let my now softening cock fall limp as I relax back onto my pillow. I give myself only a split second to relax before stripping my shirt off and finishing the cleanup of the mess I made. Once I have the mess cleaned up, I toss my shirt in the direction of the hamper and pull my pants up just before I pass out.
I wake with a start, gasping for breath as the nightmare washes away. The weight on my chest causes panic from that traumatic night when I wasn’t able to breathe, that familiar nightmare starts to drag me under. When the weight moves, and reality floods me, I let out a relieved sigh. Looking down, I take in Riley’s dark hair that’s fanned over my chest as she lays there fast asleep. I search the dimly lit room trying to figure out what in the hell woke me up. A flashing light across the room catches my eye, and that’s when I realize that it’s Riley’s phone vibrating. I run my hand over her still damp hair.
“Riley, babe,” I softly say her name as I shake her.
“No, five more minutes. I’m warm!” she berates me as she swats my hand away and snuggles closer.
“Babe, I don’t know who’s calling you but your phone hasn’t stopped ringing for at least five minutes,” I tell her as I continue rubbing her hair.
I know the moment that she becomes alert. Riley's body goes stiff as a statue, and her breathing nearly comes to a halt. I ever so slightly tighten my arm around her waist to keep her from running away. Slower than a sloth, Riley lifts her head to meet my eyes.
Fucking hell, this woman has to be the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Leaning down, I kiss first her nose and then her mouth, getting ready to deepen the kiss when her phone starts ringing once again.
“If you don’t answer that fucking phone, I’m going to take it out back and put a fucking bullet in it,” I growl with frustration.
She laughs before rolling away from me, causing my semi hard cock to go rock fucking solid once again. Riley is in nothing but my T-shirt, and where on most women it would hide all their best assets, on Riley, it hugs every curve. Reaching down, I adjust my cock, again praying to anyone that’ll listen that I can get it under control. When Riley finally makes it to her phone, she smiles down at it, making me wonder who it fucking is.
Before she can do anything it starts ringing again in her hand. Her smile grows as she answers, “Yes, I’m alive.”
Riley bursts out laughing as she surprises me by climbing back into bed and laying her head on my chest.
“Yes, I plan on being at the office tomorrow.”
“I’m doing good, I swear.”
“No, I spent the day at the clubhouse with the girls.”
“What? No! Okay, there is a small chance that he was involved too.”
“She’s currently in my bed if that’s what you’re wanting to know!” I shout, feeling content and playful for the first time since the day I was taken out by the person driving recklessly.
Riley’s shocked face turns to me before she smacks me on the chest.
I watch her face turn bright red before she drops it onto my chest. “I promise I’ll tell you absolutely everything when I get into the office tomorrow.”
“Yes. Yes! Fine! You win, I’m paying,” she huffs in fake outrage before disconnecting.
“Let me guess, that was Avery. Wasn’t it?” I question, rubbing my hand over the top of her head.
“That it was. She was worried because she hadn’t heard from me since I left for lunch yesterday. We usually talk all the time, and with everything going on…” Riley stops talking and starts rubbing her hand across my bare chest and stomach.
“How long have they been in town and following you?” I inquire, trying to connect some of the missing pieces that have been plaguing me.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure. I was afraid that they would have been here sooner. A friend of my dad’s club showed up in the E.R. a few months before Avery took over the clinic where you’re doing your physical therapy. I only realized they were actually here when I found a picture of me milling around town taped to my door. I should’ve run then, but to be honest, I’m happy here.” She whispers the ending almost as if saying it out loud will ruin it.
“Call it selfish, but I’m beyond happy that you didn’t. So, why did you bring the information to the Ol’ ladies when you did? You’ve been fighting this on your own so long.” My tone comes off harsher than I meant for it to, and I feel her stiffen slightly.
Riley sits up, looking at me with pure concern. “I swear, Flyboy, I wasn’t trying to pull them or the club into my shit. I was just scared and knew they would be able to give me some advice.”
“Hey, hey. Shhh.” I sit up cupping her face in both my hands. “I know I sounded harsh just now. I’m sorry! It’s not you bringing this to the club that upsets me, it's the thought of you going through all of this in the first place that makes me want to subtract numbers from the population.”
Riley brings her hand up and smacks me on the chest without thought. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing it.
“And why did you decide to assault me?” I growl, watching her closely.
I keep my eyes on her face as her emotions play out, starting with anxiety, moving to fear, and the most shocking is when a smile breaks out across her face.
“That was because you, sir, are a jackass and deserve so much more!” she sasses, with a mock glare.
I lean forward, so close that you wouldn’t be able to slide a piece of paper between the two of us. “It appears that orgasms are exactly what the doctor ordered to bring out your sass.”
“Oh, you think that’s what this is about?” Riley licks her lips slowly.
Unable to hold the monster back anymore, I kiss her like a man starved. Nipping and licking her lips, demanding entrance into her mouth. When Riley finally gives in to me, I fist the back of her hair, pulling her over so that we’re chest to chest. I run my right hand down her side, gliding it over her hip and grabbing a handful of her ass, preparing to pull her across my lap. That way, the fantasies from last night can become a reality when my phone starts vibrating on the nightstand beside me.
Pulling back from the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, I glare at the piece of shit. “I’ve got to answer that.”
She smiles at me sweetly as she turns to grab the phone for me. I take it from her hand, seeing it’s indeed, Pretty Boy calling me.
“Hey, brother. What’s going on?” I mumble, watching the goddess in my bed stretch her arms high above her head.
“Fuck me. Are you two ever going to be fucking ready to go get her shit?” Pretty Boy snaps. “If not, I’ve got shit to fucking do that ain’t fucking here.”
I growl low at his words. “We’re up and about to get ready. If you’ve got something else to fucking do, don’t let us fucking stop you. If you’re going with us, you might want to drop the fucking attitude.”
“If you two wouldn’t mind getting a move on it, that would be great. I have other things I need to do,” Pretty Boy says, his tone now smooth as he pretends to be a proper gentleman.
Chuckling, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck you, asshole. You go take care of your shit. Smith, Wesson, Razor, Torch, and Coin are going to come with us. That should be plenty of men helping, especially since the girls are also tagging along.”
“Thank fucking Christ! I’ll see you assholes later,” Pretty Boy calls out as he hangs up.
“I wonder what’s gotten into him? He’s usually so easy going,” Riley comments as she bounces into her pants.
“Fuck, your ass is nice bouncing like that.” The words freefall out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Riley laughs, shaking her head. “You, sir, need to get your head out of the gutter.”
I moan at the sound of “sir” on her lips. “I could get used to hearing you say that.”
“I bet you could,” she throws over her shoulder as she glides her way into the bathroom.
“It would be even better stated while you are writhing underneath me as my cock slides deep inside you,” I call after her, meaning every fucking word.
She comes out of the bathroom with meds in one hand, and my leg brace in the other. I grab the bottle of water, preparing to take more meds.
“I’ll be fucking ecstatic when I don’t have to take these fucking meds anymore,” I tell her, clenching and unclenching my right fist grateful at the fact that I can still use it.
“You take less now then you did when you got out of the hospital. My concern would be you becoming dependent on them.” Riley shrugs like it’s no big deal.
I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. “Getting hooked means I can’t practice medicine once this is all over. I’ve been weaning off them and rotating them with ibuprofen. Drugs are the very last thing you’ll ever find me addicted to.” Smirking, I kiss the back of her hand, down her fingers and suck the tip into my mouth.
Riley’s eyes cloud over with lust and need. This woman was made for me, and I plan to spend the rest of my life showing her exactly how good pleasure can be between us.
“The only thing I need to be worried about getting addicted to, is that mouth, and sweet pussy,” I divulge when I pull her fingers from my mouth.
“Trouble! That’s exactly what you are! Let’s get your brace on and get out of here before they come knocking!” Riley warns, moving to do just that.