Chapter 14
Shooter
Why had I been nice to her?
Like there was something more behind kindness and adoration. My heart ached thinking that no one showed her kindness or dedication.
Her body was flush with mine. I wanted to know what was going on in that pretty little mind of hers. What was buried so deep that she fights me every step to unlock something more than the workaholic nurse with some secrets? I mean, I already knew something, but it had to go deeper.
“Why have I been nice to you?” I re-asked her question, daring her to expand or re-ask.
She swallowed something in her throat. She was afraid, but not of me. Her gaze dropped away from me. I lightly lifted her chin back to me. “Look at me, Amelia.”
Her breath was caught. I couldn’t help but softly grip her cheek, my thumb caressing her cheek. I needed her to keep trusting me.
Amelia got lost in the feeling, melting into my palm. Putty in my hands. “You want to know why I have been nice to you?”
Her eyes almost glistened like she was about to cry.
I could only imagine that there was a wall about to be dropped down.
You could probably hear the destruction happen in her mind.
Every racing thought that she was trying to shove down in her self-consciousness, to continue to build the wall in her mind.
She tried to stand firm, but she knew one thing was for certain. She would know that she could let go.
I wedged my injured leg between her legs, which she was eagerly accepting.
“Like I need motivation behind showing you kindness.” I scoffed. “Pissing you off sometimes is icing on the cake, but that smile is a reward, an honor.”
She rolled her eyes, the little defiance that she had left.
“You want some truth, Amelia?” I asked, also not knowing what would come flying out of my mouth.
She gently nodded.
I leaned in, pressing our foreheads together, breathing her in, her warm scent almost like vanilla and cinnamon. “In the end, I want you.”
A soft whimper was her response. That was the moment that changed the game, she couldn’t lie to me anymore.
That whimper was the admission I needed.
And yet I kept going, “I want you. I needed you to start trusting me. I already know your body craves me, yet you try to hide it. But it’s that mind of yours that is holding you back. And perhaps your heart.”
I kissed her forehead, so soft and tender, showing her that I could be the sweet and gentle she needed, until she begged me for something more that only I could give her.
“Shooter, you can’t want me,” she protested. The gears in my mind only spun faster. “I’m not the woman for you.”
“Too late, peaches,” I nearly growled. “I know when you’re lying to me. And you’re fighting what you’re feeling for me. You want to be desired, to be worshipped, to be loved.”
She kept shaking her head, her mind starting to win again.
“What if I silenced that mind of yours? How about a friendly wager?” My hand started to snake toward her throat, gently wrapping around it. “If I find your sweet little pussy weeping for me, and I make you come, you owe me one truth. If you’re dry as a desert, I’ll leave you alone.”
That was a damn lie, I would never leave her alone.
“Shooter, we can’t. You can’t.” She tried to barter her way of it. But her pulse quickened at the mention of a promised orgasm. She wasn’t hiding from me.
I shushed her. “Shh, yes or no.”
She hesitated for a moment, and slowly her muscles eased up, showing me she was ready to make a deal with a devil. She nodded, and that's all I needed to do what I had been itching to do for days and almost weeks.
Without a second to lose, I slammed my mouth onto her perfect lips, the softness that matched with my roughness.
It was like life was sparking again in my life.
Like the colors of life were dancing around us.
I fought for control over the kiss, never wanting to come up for air.
Her body moved with mine, like two magnets trying to connect. She was my attraction; she was my pull.
With her still pinned to the tree by my body, she couldn’t run from me.
I knew her mind was quiet, all thoughts disappearing.
We were both at this moment. She was just as intoxicated from the last kiss.
I was going to make it last; it was going to be the final brick that tore down whatever was stopping her from accepting.
I fucking wanted more.
My fingers tightened around her neck and not to my surprise her body welcomed it. The little sounds coming from her only made my cock harder. One of the hardest things in my life was trying not to fuck her against that tree, showing once and for all that she belonged to me and only me.
I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, tangling with hers. She was a vixen hidden under those scrubs. Heat radiated from her body, her hips grinding against my propped up knee. I pulled back slowly, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. Her hips kept bucking against me, finding that friction.
I chuckled, releasing her lip. “Go ahead and use me. Use me to get yourself off.” She hummed in response, slowly moving her hips like she was dancing to her own music, getting lost in the sensation. Her lust-hazed eyes stared back at me. I could only smile and simply say, “That’s my girl.”
Her mouth partied slightly, she liked being praised. She whimpered when I started to move my knee away from her, shaking her head. “No. Please.”
My hand still around her throat, I pulled away because I was a man on a mission.
She could beg all she wanted and my cock would never deflate.
“Such a needy girl.” I licked my lips, craving another taste from her, but not from her lips.
How much could I take before she’d run from me?
With both of us almost out of breath, I wasn’t stopping to find out.
One more gentle squeeze and Amelia’s body contracted. I released, never leaving her throat completely. She couldn’t sit still; she was antsy, anticipating what would happen next.
“Tell me, Amelia.” I demanded. I was still in control of this. I was still controlling her pleasure.
“Just move your knee back.” Amelia begged, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted.
I tightened my hold on her throat, and a delicious moan was my reward. The devil side of me was quite content with my beautiful woman completely helpless but still incredibly strong.
“You think you’ll get off by yourself?” I taunted her, brushing my cheek to hers. Hot breath skimmed across her ear. “Tell me again, what do you want?”
The heated stare when I met her eyes again, towering over her. She was daring me to make a move, to show her who I really was inside. “Give me your leg back, and I’ll do it myself.”
“Wrong answer.” I smiled. I dropped my hand from her neck only to grip her hands that were once flat behind her to pin them above her head. She hissed out a “fuck”.
She struggled under my hold, only resulting in gripping her tighter.
“So, what, this is how you want me?” she sneered.
I shook my head, letting my other hand travel down her stomach, brushing against the fabric of her scrubs. “There is so much I want from you. But I’ll take this version. This version that allows me to take what I want and give you exactly what you’ve needed, what you wanted.”
There was a shroud of doubt still left in her eyes.
The monster she lived with destroyed any hopes and dreams of being wanted and desired for being her.
A pathetic excuse crushed the very essence that made Amelia the woman that called to me, that fought with me, challenged me.
As my fingers grazed along the top of her bottoms, I wanted to show her what freedom to be her could be like.
“Be a good girl and let me make you feel good.” I said slowly, as my fingers gripped her fabric and pushed it down, baring her to me.
With the tips of my fingers, I slowly traced her inner thighs, creeping toward the top, and a growl released from me when I felt the wetness that had already spread across her.
I fucking knew it. She wanted me, wanted this moment. The control in my hands with the best intentions of ravaging her.
I lightly brushed against her, but it wasn’t enough.
I tapped her legs for her to spread wider.
I teased her entrance, spreading her pussy lips with my two fingers, finding my way to her clit.
Gliding them across her sensitive bud, she trembled.
It had been a long time since someone had really touched her there.
Not a toy, not her own fingers, someone else that would beg to let them do it over and over again.
“Fucking hell,” she hissed out. Her pussy leaned into my fingers.
“There she is, my dirty girl. Took you long enough,” I teased her, continuing the circles until her whimpers turned into moans.
“Shooter.” She swooned, her eyes fluttering close.
I tsked. “Already going to come for me, peaches? Are you that deprived, that desperate for me?”
Her hips bucked, begging for more. But the ultimately sound of her breath escaping her came when I gently pressed a finger into her wet heat. She started to have this glow, like the light in her was shining once again.
“More, please. Shooter.”
“More of what?” I leaned forward nipping at her chin, toward her neck.
“Fuck gentle, please make me come already,” she commanded. Like I said, such a needy girl.
I curled my finger, then thrusted it in and out. Her pussy kept dripping as her eyes closed. I pressed one more finger in her. Fuck, she was tight. Nothing nor no one had stretched her and I couldn't wait until the day I’d sink into her.
Her hands started to move in a frenzy. I needed her like this forever, to be hungry for more, to want more, to want me.
Thrusting and curling, I had the rhythm that had her under a spell, until her pants became heavier and I was bringing her to the edge.
She writhed, arching for more. And I couldn’t help but press my lips against her.
When my tongue slipped toward hers, she melted even more into the kiss, fighting every sensation that was telling her pretty little mind that this shouldn’t work.
Her pleasure overrode my ache to want more, but this was just a taste.
Her core tightened. Her pussy gripped my fingers like it was her lifeline.
Then came the cry of pleasure. Her pussy dripping down her leg, her body shuddering like aftershocks.
I loosened my hold on her, as her body relaxed against mine.
The little bit of sweat dribbled down her cheek.
I kissed her cheek, as she hummed in contentment.
She’d deny it, but there was a sincere smile on her family, a true sign of happiness.
When my fingers left her pussy, they glistened in the sun.
She shimmed her pants back up, still trapped in front of me.
“Shooter,” she started to say. I pleaded to the heavens that she wasn’t going to regret it or turn back into her wall. “Thank you.”
With her cum still on my fingers, I slowly licked each one of them, staring back at the beautiful mess of a woman. She bit her lower lip, never taking her eyes off me. “I should be thanking you.”
I brushed my other hand along her chin line. That contentment never left her, even when I asked her, “Now give me one truth.”
My own heart dropped when she said, “I shouldn’t want you, but I do. And that scares me. And yet excites me.”