Chapter Seventeen
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DRAVEN
I n my entire life, I have never uttered anything close to what just came out of my mouth to anyone.
This is what I was worried about in the kitchen earlier… That I would lose control of myself and spit out the most absurd things I’ve ever said. Words that have the power to put an end to one of the best moments of my life.
But then McKinsey comes undone, and I get lost in the glimmer of ecstasy smoldering in her sexy eyes. I slow my movements but don’t stop until I’m certain every last quake of her orgasm has rolled through her.
She closes her eyes as her body goes limp beneath me. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I grip her panties and tug them off of her. Once they’re out of the way, I shed my pants and boxer briefs before nestling my body between her legs. I’m so fucking hard, my pulse spiking at the thought of how it will feel to be balls deep inside her pussy once more.
The tip of my cock barely caresses her opening, and she’s already moaning for me again. Lifting her legs, she digs her heels into my ass and pulls me against her, causing my dick to slide right in.
She gasps as I groan, our lips coming together as I thrust my hips back-and-forth.
Fuck, I’m going to come quick. I would do anything for this to last for a while. I begin to slow my thrusts, but Kins is having none of that.
“Fuck me, Draven. Please. Harder. ” Her words come out in harsh exhales as she grinds her heels into my ass in an effort to pull me even farther into her.
I speed up again, wanting to give her everything she wants and needs, even if it kills me, knowing she’ll be leaving sooner. Though I don’t hate the feeling of my balls clenching as I come close to another world-altering orgasm while wrapped up in her delicious heat.
From out of nowhere, we hear a voice, sounding like they’re headed in our direction. We both freeze, our eyes locked onto each other’s as we wait for confirmation that we’re either good to continue or we have to get the fuck out of here fast.
As the voice comes closer, I recognize Saxon’s accent.
“Fuck.”
Pulling out of her, I help her off the car and to her feet. Gathering our clothes as quickly as we can, we run behind Royce’s truck, which provides more cover.
“I told you no’ t’ call me on ’is dog and bone. I can’ send ’he bees and honey ye’. You’ll need to give me a li’l ‘ime.”
He’s on the phone. He’s rattling off in his cockney slang, but he may as well be talking in Mandarin for as much as I understand what he’s saying. It’s even more confusing than it usually is.
Who the hell is he talking to?
The doc’s eyes are still sparkling when she looks at me. I hold her gaze, waiting for her mood to deteriorate. Waiting for the irritation to set in. For her to let me know this was yet another mistake and she needs to get out of here.
But when Saxon utters some nonsense about duck and dive, kettle and hob, and mince pies, she slaps her palm over her face as her body shakes in silent laughter. It’s contagious, so I bite my bottom lip to keep my own from escaping me.
“The Hammers must have played like shit tonight.” Pressing my mouth close to McKinsey’s ear, I whisper to her.
“Who the hell are the Hammers?” She laughs quietly.
When Saxon passes the front of the vehicles and walks into the back room of the garage, I quickly grab McKinsey’s hand.
“His favorite soccer team. Come on…” When we sprint out into the darkness I think about running back toward the house, but it’s too far for us to go in this state of undress.
Deciding to lead her to my old place in the barracks, I open the door quickly and help shuffle her through before enduring another close call with any of my other brothers. Locking the doorknob, I turn the light on before facing her. She’s leaning against the back of the sofa in the living room, breathing hard with her hand on her chest.
Her pants are in a ball on the floor at her feet. Her ruined shirt is haphazardly wrapped around her, barely covering the place where my cock was just nestled. I wait for her to decide where we go from here–whether it’s to get dressed and leave or to finish what we’ve started.
I don’t move. My clothes are balled up in my hands, pressed in front of me to cover my still aching cock. We were so close.
Damn you, Saxon.
When the doc finally looks at me, there is a war raging in her stare. I stifle a groan as her hand trails from her chest up to her throat, rubbing at her porcelain skin as her eyes move back-and-forth between me and the floor.
“What is it?” I’m dying to know what she’s thinking.
“You know…” She drags her tongue along her bottom lip. “There’s a part of me that wants to shield myself from you. To maintain professionalism as well as keep myself from getting further involved in this club for my own safety.”
I try not to get hung up on ‘there’s a part of me.’ Does it mean there is another part of her that feels differently? Perhaps feelings that are in favor of doing the opposite?
Fuck, I don’t understand my hope of having more with her.
As she continues, my answer becomes clear.
“But there is a whole other part of me… A part that I don’t often give in to. Someone I could have been today, had my life played out a little differently than it has.”
Once my mind finishes sifting through all of the possibilities and implications of her statement, I’m itching to hunt down everyone who has ever wronged her and gut them.
“Someone who wants to toss fear and trauma aside and take a leap into the unknown.” Pushing off the sofa, she wraps her arms around her body and faces me with a quivering lip. “I’m afraid, Draven.”
I close the distance between us in three steps. Dropping my clothes, I grab her and pull her into a hug.
“I don’t want you to be scared with me, McKinsey.”
She lets me hold her for a moment before she pulls back just enough so she can see my face.
“I like helping people. I feel called to do it. I want to help you, but I also want this. I feel scared and selfish for wanting both.”
My heart speeds up the more she speaks. It’s not what I expected from her at all. Fingering a strand of her hair, I shake my head in disbelief. Before I can respond, she continues.
“I’m not perfect, Draven. And I’m a lot of work. Trust me when I say that I need just as much help as any of my patients do.”
“I would never expect you to be perfect. Fuck knows I’m far from it. And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about getting close to you. But there’s a reason why I’ve never felt guilty for the thoughts I’ve had about you … or when I’m with you.”
She said it the other day… I didn’t love Eva, so that could be why I felt guilty when we had sex.
Does that mean I love the doc?
Woah. Okay. Too much, too fast.
It may not necessarily translate to love or mean that the doc is the one.
“Maybe it’s because you’re worth taking a chance on.” Cupping her cheek, my chest tightens when she relaxes her face against my palm. “And maybe you can find it in you to take a chance on me too.”
“I’m probably fucking crazy, and you should probably find a new, way more capable doctor to help you. I haven’t questioned myself or my sanity more than I have in the past four days.” A sad smile that doesn’t meet her eyes floods her face as she shakes her head. “There’s a very good chance I’m going to fuck this up.”
“You have no more of a chance than I do, Doc.”
Lifting onto her tiptoes, she presses her soft lips to mine. Opening for her, she sucks my tongue between her lips, simulating a blow job. I groan, rubbing myself against her. When my cock glides against the wetness that is still between her legs, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
“Mmm…” She moans against my lips before pulling her head back. “Put me down.”
I stop suddenly, fucked out of my mind that she’s already had a change of heart as I lower her body until her feet hit the floor. She takes my hands in hers then leads me over to the bed.
I try to hide my relief, but I don’t think I do a good job judging by her sly smile and the playful gleam in her eye.
When I’m at the edge of the bed, she pushes gently at my chest, and I let my body fall back. I come up on my elbows, breath hitching as she drops to her knees between my legs.
My eyes grow wide before I blink in anticipation of what she’s about to do.
Shit.
I’ve only had three blow jobs in my life. One from Lillian, the other two from Eva.
I didn’t enjoy any of them.
I almost stop McKinsey, but she looks so perfect, licking her pink lips as she curls her hand around my shaft.
Quivering, I nearly blow my load the second her skin touches mine.
Fuck, Draven. Don’t fuck this up already.
My breathing increases as she wraps her gorgeous fucking lips around my cock before feeding all of me into her mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
And she says she’s not perfect.
My arms buckle beneath me from the pleasure, causing me to fall back onto the bed.
“Jesus. Fuck, Kins…”
She works her hands and tongue over my cock masterfully until I’m right near the edge again. I almost don’t stop her, but I don’t want this to end yet.
Sitting up, I cup her cheeks and gently pull her off of me before helping her to her feet. I tug her in for another kiss before we lower ourselves back onto the bed. Crawling to the middle, she spreads her legs for me to enter her again.
Her eyes roll back as I push into her. One hand dives between us so she can rub her clit, the other resting against my cheek. I place my hand over hers before turning my face to kiss her palm.
In the garage, she begged me to fuck her harder, whereas now she’s less frenzied. She seems content to allow me to move slower. But as worked up as we are already, it doesn’t take either of us long to come.
We stare contentedly into each other’s eyes as we finish, and I pull out of her.
We don’t utter another word, and eventually, she falls asleep on my chest. I listen to the steady rhythm of her breathing for a while. Finally, without a care in the world—for the first time in a long time—I succumb to my own fatigue and drift into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
The next morning, I’m awoken by the sound of roaring laughter coming through the wall of my room. It reminds me of when I used to live out in the barracks. It’s like a damn frat house out there, the way my brothers carry on with one another.
The barracks. McKinsey.
The second her name floats into my mind, my senses are overcome with the memory of her. The feel of her lips around my cock. The taste of her pussy on my tongue.
My eyes shoot open, and I realize I’m face down on the sheets in my old bed. One hand is curled beneath my head, and the other is stretched out over the mattress, covering the spot McKinsey filled last night.
Which is now cold and decidedly vacant.
I ignore the unfamiliar pain in my chest as I push myself up to look around the room for any sign of her. When I see none, I sit up and wrap the sheet around my waist before walking out to the living room.
My clothes lay where I dropped them last night, but that’s the only evidence that what happened here was real.
I try not to overthink it, but the fact is… McKinsey is gone.
And so is my hope that last night was the beginning of the first meaningful relationship in my life.