Chapter 25 #2
“Sure, the Grey’s Anatomy thing was funny, but that’s nothing compared to losing a patient from an accident today. Christ, Blake.”
She shakes her head and turns to look outside.
“I can’t tell you everything that happens at work?—”
She spins and pins me in another glare. “Don’t do that.”
I sigh and drag my hand down my face. “I never talk about work,” I try again. “I never have. My family doesn’t want to hear about a mangled knee, or a ninety-three year-old woman with a broken hip that will likely kill her. I do the job, and then I go home, Harper.”
She listens, but she’s no less pissed off.
“I need you to talk to me,” she says. “Because I can’t just close myself off and not talk to you about the shit that goes down at work.
That’s how I process, and I made the mistake of doing that before, and then it was held over my head as all of the reasons I’m bad at my job, while I didn’t know dick about what happened at his workplace. I really didn’t know him at all.”
“I’m not him.”
“No, you’re worse. Because I care about you so fucking deeply that?—”
I can’t stand it. I pull her to me, boost her back up on the counter, and stand between her legs, her core pressed to my hard cock.
“I’m not him, Harper. I’m sorry that I hurt you, and I’ll work on it, but don’t compare me to the piece of shit who traumatized you so badly that when triggered, you have fucking panic attacks. Don’t do that.”
Her lower lip quivers, but she clears her throat and swallows hard.
“Don’t shut me out,” she whispers and rests her forehead against mine. “Just talk to me. And if you don’t want to talk, say that instead. But don’t pretend that everything is okay when it’s not. Because it makes me feel like I trust you implicitly, but you don’t trust me back.”
Those last three words are said in a whisper, making my heart hurt.
“I trust you, baby. I didn’t want to overload you.
” She starts to interrupt, but I place my finger over her lips.
“You had your say. Now I’ll have mine. You have had a rough two days, Harper.
Rougher than most. I understand it was wrong not to tell you the truth when you asked, but it wasn’t because I don’t trust you.
I just wanted to have a fun evening with you.
I really do leave most of my work at the hospital. ”
Framing her face in my hands, I kiss her gently, and she grips my wrists but doesn’t push me away.
“This job, being here in my hometown, is a lot of pressure. Most of the time, I love it. I thrive under it because I’m helping people I’ve known all my life. But it’s a lot, too.”
Her eyes soften, and she pushes her fingers into my hair, soothing me.
Christ, she soothes me.
“How do I tell my high school math teacher that her husband has brain cancer? ”
“ Blake. ”
“How do I explain to my high school girlfriend that her husband was killed in a hunting accident, and he didn’t survive the gunshot to his liver?”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.
“I love what I do, but it’s not anonymous. I could have gone to a city to work where I didn’t have connections to the patients like I do here. But I chose to come home, and that means that many days are just fucking heavy , Harper.”
“You don’t have to carry that by yourself.” Her voice is the sweetest whisper as she continues to brush her fingers through my hair. “You can always talk to me. I know you can’t give me specific details, but we can talk in generalities. You need to let go of that burden.”
I lean into her touch, soaking her in.
“I’ll work on it.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek. “If we’re going to fight, I need you to stay here and fight with me, not run away.”
“I was so mad that?—”
“I don’t care.”
Her hands glide down my shoulders, and she wiggles closer to me, pressing sweet kisses to my neck, under my chin.
“Are you still mad, sugar?”
“Only a little.”
“I’m going to fuck the rest of the mad out of you.”
Brushing my hands up her thighs, I lift the dress up and over her head and cast it aside, then swallow hard when I take in her bare chest, her perfect puckered pink nipples ready for me to pinch and roll between my fingers.
Harper sighs and leans into my touch as she unbuckles my belt, then unfastens my jeans and lets them fall down my hips, her hands planted on my ass.
“Shirt off,” she growls against my lips, and I reach over my shoulder and tug it off, then cast it aside.
“You may be pissed off, but you’re not in charge here. Don’t get it twisted.”
She simply bites that pillow of a lip, watching me.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” I tell her as I kiss down her torso, pausing by each delectable nipple and her navel. I finally squat so I’m level with her gorgeous, sopping-wet cunt. “Looks like fighting with me makes you wet, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t answer me, so I slap her pussy, right over her clit, and she inhales sharply. “Holy shit.”
Wasting no time, I rip the lace off her, exposing her to me, and lean in to take a deep breath of her essence for just a split second before I devour her.
“Blake!” Her voice is shrill as her hips lift, and she pushes harder into my face. “Oh God, your mouth.”
“Fucking delicious.” I lick and suck, then drag my lips all through her wet sex, getting her good and ready for me. Just as she’s about to come, I pull away entirely, standing to my full height.
“ Blake. ”
“You were going to leave me. ” I shake my head, then grip onto her throat and pull her lips against mine. “That fucking tore me apart. ”
“Blake,” she whimpers and then cries out when I push inside her, impaling her with one hard thrust.
“You’re mine , Harper.” My hips move fast, pounding into her tight-as-fuck pussy. “This pussy is mine.”
She clings to me, panting, her eyes glassy.
“Say it,” I order her.
“All of me is yours, Blake.”
I pull out, lift her off the counter, and turn her around.
“Grab the counter.”
She does, and I plunge back in, and she moans loudly as I slap her ass, leaving a beautiful red mark.
“ Mine ,” I say again before I fist her hair and pull her up just a bit. “Tell me you won’t walk out like that again.”
“I probably won’t.”
I pause. “That’s not the right answer, Harper.”
Reaching around, I press my fingers to her clit, and she cries out.
“Please, Blake.”
“What do you need?”
“I need to see you.”
That’s not what I was expecting.
Pulling out, I turn her around once more and reach down to grip her ass and lift her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her up against the wall, notch my crown at her opening, and push in once more.
“God, your cock does things to me. ”
I rut into her, unable to slow down, unable to be gentle, and she holds on, with me for every thrust as wave after wave of love and frustration battle their way through me.
“Yes, yes, yes ,” she chants. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and her pussy clenches around my cock like a fucking vise.
“That’s it. Fuck, Harper.”
My spine tingles, and I can’t hold back the climax that works its way through me, shooting inside my girl, claiming her with every rock of my hips. I manage to keep her in my arms as we both try to catch our breaths.
“Move in here with me.” Her eyes widen in surprise, and she brings her hands to my face. “I need you here, baby.”
I’ve never thought those words before she came into my life.
“At least, if I haven’t seen or held you in a couple of days, I’ll smell you on the sheets. I’ll see your coffee mug in the sink and your stuff in the bathroom. Your books lying around the house. You’ll be here, even when you’re not here. No more overnight bags.”
She pushes her fingers through my hair, using her nails on my scalp in that way that makes me want to fucking purr.
“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice quiet.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Looks like we have plans for our day off tomorrow after the bike ride.”
Thank God.
I rest my forehead to hers, still holding her against the wall. “Let’s move you in tonight.”
She frames my face and smiles at me. “ Tonight ?”
“Do you have much to pack?”
“No, just a couple of suitcases?—”
“Then yes. Tonight. The faster you’re here, in our house, the better.”
She blinks up at me. “ Our house.”
“Yeah, baby. Our house. Unless you don’t like it and want to buy something else.”
She exhales with a surprised laugh, then wraps those arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck. “I love this house.”
Tell me you love me, too.
I almost say the words out loud, but I hold them back.
She’ll say them when she’s ready, and it’s not fair of me to demand them.
But fuck, do I need to hear it.
“Blake.”
“Yes, baby.”
She pauses, then says, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I grin and kiss her cheek. “Same here, my love. Same here.”