Chapter 13 #2
I knew I was going to get flak for my answer, but I hadn’t expected this level of anger from Bailey.
“Are you freaking kidding me? You were just pancaked in my car. You can bet your ass you’re gonna get pain meds, and you’re gonna like it.
You’re staying in this bed tonight, and I’m going to make sure you do. ”
“Actually, visiting hours end at—”
Bailey cut a sharp glare at the nurse, who instantly backed off.
After the nurse finished filling me with mind-numbing drugs, she scurried out of the room, shooting Bailey a death glare on the way.
“She’ll probably try to kill me in my sleep now,” I muttered.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be here all night, making sure they do exactly what they’re supposed to.”
That was exactly what I was worried about. If Austin really was responsible for the accident, that meant Bailey was in constant danger.
I had to figure out how to eliminate either him or the threat.
I shoved the front door open, ignoring how Bailey was yelling at me as she ran up the drive, hauling my meds and every other fucking supply she could think of.
“Liam Michael Parker, I told you to wait for me!”
I kicked the door wider, my eyes instantly scanning for any threats. Before she could get in here, I wanted to clap eyes on every inch of this place, but with her tenacity, that wasn’t going to be possible.
Did you check the outside?
My brother’s reply was instantaneous. Looks clean.
But looks could be deceiving. I wasn’t in the military like my brother, and as much as I prided myself on being able to take care of my own, obviously, I had some catching up to do.
“Liam, I swear to God, I’m going to kick your ass and send you back to the hospital!” Bailey shouted at me as she walked through the door. “What was so freaking important that you couldn’t wait for me?”
My time was up, and I hadn’t had time to search the place. I was going to have to send her out so I could go over every inch of the house.
“Nothing. Just tired of sitting around.”
Bags clattered to the floor as she dropped the multitude of items and walked over to me. “You know, you really suck at letting someone help you.”
“I’m aware.”
“I just wish you would let me take over. I have the rest of the week off—and before you tell me to go back, Wyatt has made it very clear I’m not allowed back in the shop until Monday. And since I was late, I don’t feel I have the right to argue with him, no matter how much I may want to.”
Sighing, I struggled to find any damn way to let her help, but I couldn’t settle down until I knew she was safe. Lowering my tired body onto the sofa, I rested my head back on the plump cushion.
“You know what I need?”
“Tell me.”
“Some of Ma’s homemade soup.”
“Okay, I’ll call her.”
As she pulled out her phone, I placed my hand over hers. “Can you go watch how she makes it?”
One eyebrow quirked high on her face as she held back her laughter. “Worried I can’t make you soup?”
“Not unless it’s from a can.”
The huff of laughter that escaped her lips for the first time since we left the hospital only made the pain in my chest sharper. What if I didn’t protect her and I never heard that laugh again?
What if she had been the one in her car yesterday? Would she have survived the crash? This was all down to me. If I didn’t protect her, she would end up a casualty of war.
A war none of us chose, but she especially had no part in.
“Fine, I see your point, but I don’t think I should leave you alone.”
Pulling out my phone that had been retrieved from the vehicle, I texted Jeff, telling him to get his ass over here. Then I turned it to show her.
“Happy?”
“You really want to get rid of me, don’t you?”
“I just want that chicken soup.”
Grinning, she pressed her lips to mine, brushing her nose playfully against mine. “You really scared me, you know?”
“I do my best to keep you on your toes.”
“Yeah, well…I don’t appreciate the heart attack just days after you finally decided to work up the courage to ask me to dance.”
The sincerity in her eyes was crushing. But it would have been worse if she’d been in that car. Better for her to be scared for me than dead. I could come back from this, but if I ever saw that fear in her eyes because someone was trying to hurt her, I’d never forgive myself.
“What can I get you before I go?”
“Uh…nothing. I’ll just hang out here.”
“And stare at the walls? Seriously, how are you going to survive without a TV?”
“I won’t be sitting around for long.”
“Liam Michael—”
“Only my mother gets to use my middle name.”
“You will not get up and move around when you’re supposed to rest and recover.”
“I can’t stay in bed all day. It’ll drive me insane.”
“You don’t have to, but if I catch you doing things you’re not supposed to, I’ll tell your mother.”
Snatching her with my good arm, I half-dragged her over my lap, allowing her to help me when I couldn’t do it all in my broken state. With her nestled over my cock, I found it rather difficult to keep my hands off her.
“I’m sure there are ways you can keep me out of trouble,” I grumbled, letting my hand drift under her shirt, skimming along the waist of her pants. “What do you think?”
A lust-filled haze slid across her face as she rocked her hips. “I’m pretty sure this is not what the nurse meant when she said to take it easy.”
Slipping the button from her jeans, I worked my hand into her jeans, brushing my knuckles along her clit. There just wasn’t enough damn room to get to what I wanted.
“Bailey,” I whispered, sliding my tongue over her ear. “Take off your pants.”
“But…”
“Now,” I growled. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“My cock is aching for you. It’s gonna be a helluva lot harder to get off without you helping me.”
“I know what you’re doing.” A heavy breath skimmed over my neck as she rocked her body against mine again.
“You want to sink down on my cock and ride me. I can feel your pulse jumping at the thought. Be a good girl and take off those pants for me.”
My cock strained against the zipper as she slowly stood and shoved her pants down her legs, then tore her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
“Now, what should we do about you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Take me out,” I growled.
Getting to her knees, I sucked in a ragged breath at the thought of her taking me in her mouth again. But I wanted to feel her pussy swallow me.
Her fingers deftly unzipped me, careful not to catch my cock on the zipper. I lifted my hips as she dragged my pants down, along with my boxers.
My cock jumped as she licked her lips, then leaned forward and tongued the underside of my shaft.
“Fuck, Bailey,” I groaned, my head dropping back against the cushions.
Her mouth closed around me, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. It was like heaven and hell all at once. I loved the feel of her mouth swallowing me, but this was a special brand of torture, knowing I could have her mouth on me, but I couldn’t actually touch her.
With my one working hand, I gripped the hair at the back of her head and pulled her down on my cock, choking her for just a second. Long strings of saliva dribbled from her lips, only making her more enticing.
“Climb on my dick, Bailey. Take me in that tight pussy.”
“So demanding,” she murmured, getting to her feet.
As she straddled my thighs and hovered over my dick, I momentarily considered telling her to get a condom from my bathroom, but the thought of feeling that tight pussy wrapped around me made me forget all about protecting her.
“Bailey.” Her name barely left my lips when she slowly sank down on my cock, taking me fully inside her. “Fuck.”
“Yes, sir,” she chuckled, placing her hands on either side of the couch beside my head. “What now, sir?”
My cock twitched inside her. “Ride me. Make me come inside this tight cunt.”
Her eyebrow hitched up at the command, but she did as instructed, rising up to just the tip of my cock before sinking all the way back down.
A tortured groan left my lips as she slowly followed every command. Those beautiful eyes slipped closed as she lost herself as I filled her up. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the couch and take her hard and fast, but passing out was not on the agenda for this morning.
Though with the way she was riding me, I wouldn’t discount the result.
“Liam,” she moaned breathlessly. “Is it always like this?”
“Only with you, Bailey.” My hand slid up her back, tugging her closer to me.
Pain pricked in my shoulder, but if I passed out right now with her in my arms, I wouldn’t complain too much.
Flicking the clasp on her bra, I dragged the material down her arms, freeing her breasts. Tight nipples brushed against my lips as she rocked against me, teasing me as she thrust her breasts forward.
Latching on, I gave a small bite, sliding my tongue over every inch of her skin. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“More, Liam. More.”
I sucked her nipple back into my mouth just as my fingers traced the curve of her leg, finding the juncture of her thighs. A small gasp filled the air as my fingers curved into her pussy, filling her even more.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
“I—Oh, God,” she moaned. “Liam, I’m coming.”
The breathless moans coming from her lips sent me over the edge. I jerked my hips up just as she came crashing down around me. Desperate pleas filled the air as I flicked my thumb across her clit, driving her even harder over the edge.
Her pussy tightened painfully around me, and then I was following her, filling her with my cum.
It was only as she settled fully on my cock that I registered the pain in my shoulder.
But it was well-fucking-worth it. Breathing hard, I rested back against the couch, slipping my fingers from her pussy.
“I love seeing my cum dripping from you.”
She chuckled against my neck, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You have such sweet pillow talk.”
I grunted in reply, thinking maybe now was the time to tell her we needed to be more careful, when the door flew open and my brother stormed in.
“Alright, what the hell is so goddamn—” He paused as he saw Bailey straddling my lap, completely fucking naked. Clearing his throat, he quickly jerked his gaze to anywhere but us.
“I really fucking hope you didn’t call me over for a fucking porno. Not that I’m against pornos, but not when my brother is involved.”
“Turn the fuck around,” I growled.
“Sure. Demand I come over, and then get pissed when you start having sex on the couch. That makes complete sense. By the way, I don’t think this qualifies as rest, but who am I to judge?”
Bailey quickly slipped from my lap, taking her warmth with her. She dressed so damn fast, even bent over to tuck me in, but not before swallowing my cock one last time and licking me clean with a wicked wink.
“That’s not fucking helping, Bailey.”
Chuckling, she stood and made sure she was properly dressed. “You can turn around now.”
My brother’s cheeks were stained red as he finally faced us, but he wouldn’t look at Bailey. “Can’t say I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way ever again.”
“Or at all,” she chuckled. “Liam has requested that I go to your parents’ house and have your mom teach me how to make soup. Do you think you could hang out with him while I’m gone? Make sure he doesn’t do anything he’s not supposed to?”
“Man,” he whined. “Do I have to? He doesn’t even have a TV!”
She picked up the paper and slapped it against his chest. “Do the crossword.”
Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth, before pulling back just a scant inch. “Behave.”
“We’ll see.”
She tweaked my nipple before hurrying away, shooting me a wink over her shoulder.
As soon as the door closed, my good mood vanished. “Let’s get to work.”