Chapter 10
Doc
The water’s off.
Steam still clings to the mirrors as we step out of the bathroom, towels on, damp footprints trailing behind us.
She moves ahead of me into the bedroom.
I don’t.
For a second, I just stand there, watching her back.
I keep seeing the lot.
Empty space.
Her helmet on the ground.
That moment where my chest went hollow.
I’ve been shot at. I’ve had knives pulled on me. I’ve watched brothers bleed.
None of it felt like that.
That wasn’t fear. It was like something had been ripped clean out of me before I even knew I owned it.
She turns when she realizes I haven’t followed.
“You okay?” she asks softly.
No tremor. No doubt.
She’s steady.
“I thought you were gone,” I say.
The words come out rougher than I intend.
“I know.”
“I saw that van and I couldn’t breathe.”
She doesn’t rush to fill the silence.
She steps closer instead.
“I wasn’t afraid,” she says quietly. “I knew you were coming.”
“That doesn’t change what I felt.”
She studies me for a long second, reading what I’m not saying.
“I didn’t break,” she says.
“I know.”
“You didn’t fail.”
My jaw tightens.
“I left you exposed.”
“You trusted me.”
“That’s not the same.”
She reaches up and presses her palm flat against my chest.
Right over my heart.
“It’s still beating,” she says. “And so is mine.”
That does something dangerous to me.
Something soft.
I slide my hand over hers, holding it there.
“You don’t get taken again,” I tell her quietly. “Not from me.”
“Never,” she answers.
I nod once.
We’re both still damp. Towels barely holding. Skin warm from the shower.
“I keep replaying it,” I admit. “That second when I thought I lost you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I know that now.”
She steps closer until there’s no space left between us.
“You came for me,” she says.
“Always.”
Her breath catches slightly at that.
“Then stay,” she whispers.
I cup the back of her neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her words hang in thick air, pulling me under like a current I don't fight.
My thumb traces the line of her jaw, feeling the pulse there, quick and alive. She's right here, whole, and the need to claim her, to make sure she knows she's mine, burns low in my gut.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "I want to be inside you, Carly," I murmur, voice rough with the truth of it. "Need to feel you around me. Make you mine in every way."
She shivers, her hands sliding up my chest. "I want that too," she whispers, breath hitching. "You. Now."
That's all I need. My mouth crashes onto hers, hungry, tongue sweeping in to taste her. She’s sweet and warm, like the promise of everything I fought for.
One hand fists the edge of her towel, yanking it free in a single pull. It drops to the floor with a wet slap, leaving her bare, skin flushed.
Her breasts press against my chest, nipples hard peaks scraping my skin.
I break the kiss just long enough to rip mine away too, the fabric pooling at our feet. My cock stands rigid, thick and aching, brushing her belly as I back her up against the nearest wall.
The cold wall hits her back, contrasting the heat rolling off us, and she gasps into my mouth.
"Doc—" she starts, but I swallow the word, lifting her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct.
Her pussy grinds against my shaft, already slick, coating me in her wetness. I pin her there, one arm under her ass to hold her steady, the other bracing against the wall beside her head.
"Gonna fuck you right here," I growl against her neck, nipping the skin there, marking her with my teeth. "Show you how deep I go. How you take all of me."
She nods, frantic, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please."
I shift my hips, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. She's soaked, entrance clenching as I push in slow, stretching her open inch by inch.
Fuck, she's tight.
Hot walls gripping me like a vice, pulling me deeper. I groan, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with us.
"So good," I mutter, thrusting the rest of the way in, bottoming out until my balls press against her ass. She cries out, head falling back against the wall, and I hold still for a beat, letting her adjust to the fullness. Her pussy flutters around my length, milking me already.
Then I move. Pull out halfway and slam back in, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
Water droplets still cling to us, making every slide slicker, hotter. I set a rhythm. Deep, possessive thrusts that pin her to the wall, my hips grinding against her clit with each drive.
Her moans fill the space, breathy and desperate, legs tightening around me.
"Harder," she begs, and I give it to her, pounding into her pussy with everything I've got.
The wall shakes a little under the force, but I don't care. Nothing exists but this, her body yielding to mine, taking my cock like she was made for it.
I capture her mouth again, swallowing her cries as I fuck her relentlessly. One hand slips between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing firm circles to push her higher.
She's close, I feel it in the way she tenses, inner muscles squeezing me tight.
"Come on my cock, Carly," I demand, voice gravelly, nipping her lip. "Let me feel you shatter. You're mine—say it."
"Yours," she gasps, eyes locking on mine as she breaks. Her pussy clamps down, pulsing hard around me, juices flooding as she comes with a keening wail. My cock throbs, spilling hot cum inside her, marking her from the inside out.
I don't pull out right away. Stay buried, holding her against the wall as we both pant, aftershocks rippling through us.
Her forehead rests on my shoulder, and I press a kiss to her temple, arms wrapping around her tight.
"Not going anywhere," I repeat, softer now, but no less true. She's mine, and I'll keep her safe, keep her close, for as long as she'll have me.