Chapter 24
Serena
My hand is so damn itchy.
It has only been two weeks since I got the cast on, and I’m already over this shit. I can hardly do anything by myself. Although, I’m sure Isaac is enjoying the fact that I need help bathing.
He never misses an opportunity to help me in the shower.
My mind is reeling from the last two weeks. After the biker incident, Isaac has been acting a bit off. Every time I mention wanting to go back to work, he distracts me with sex.
It’s frustrating as hell.
Don’t get me wrong, the orgasms are great and I’m not complaining about the sex. However, I feel like he is keeping something from me, and I don’t like it.
I know that’s hypocritical of me to be upset about, because there are things that I have kept from him. But if it has something to do with me, I deserve to know.
Right?
Do I even want to know is the real question.
When I am with Isaac, I don’t have to always be on guard.
And that’s something I have never been able to do.
I’ve always had to be there for myself. Always in control.
After my entire childhood was taken from me, I vowed to never lose control of my life again.
But with Isaac…
He is the one in control. And I like it.
Being able to turn my brain off for once, giving him complete control, makes me feel safe. It is a breath of fresh air not having to be on guard all the time. And there’s something so empowering about being the one that chooses to trust someone so implicitly, that I put my life in his hands.
Literally.
He could easily choke me out or snap my neck. But I know he wont, and somehow, that makes the orgasms a thousand times better.
I am still trying to rack my brain around the fact that he was a complete stranger a mere two months ago. He still is with how little I know about him. And I’m pretty sure he’s a murderer.
While we are at it, add stalker to the resume.
But even with all of that as a factor, I can’t stay away. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. He draws me in and I’m drowning. And I don’t want to come up for air.
Today I am going to tell him that I need to go back to work. It’s been nice having the time off, but I’m starting to go stir crazy being cooped up in the house. Also, I doubt that Justine will let me have any more vacation time.
It was hard enough to convince her to let me have the time that I did. I had to have the doctor write me a letter saying that I needed to have two weeks of rest to heal properly. Even then, she fought it. Until I threatened legal action for violating my rights.
I have never really gotten along with Justine. It’s not like I haven’t tried. When I first started at the clinic, she was sweet as pie, and I thought she was going to be an easy-going manager.
Everything was great until she needed me to cover one day and I told her I couldn’t do it because I had already made plans to meet with my mother. Mind you, this was after bending over backwards for her for three weeks straight taking extra shifts and rooming for multiple providers.
Which now that I think about… happens a lot.
But the one time I said no, something in her switched, and it was like she was a completely different person. Night and day difference. From that day on, she was no longer Justine, but Justine the Ice Queen.
I’m running my mascara brush through my lashes when I see Isaac appear behind me in the mirror. His eyes are heated as he looks me up and down. My cheeks flush watching him undress me with his eyes.
I really should talk to him about work first. Just pull up my big girl panties and tell him. What’s the worst that could happen? If he tries to say no, well that’s too bad. He doesn’t get to make that decision for me.
“Mmmm, you look delicious Mi Vida.” The heat of his body warms my back from how close he is.
“Delicious enough to eat?” That’s how quickly my pussy betrays me. Isaac wraps his hand around my neck from behind, forcing me to look up at him.
“I was going to let you finish your make up, but now you’re going to have to redo it because I’m going to make a mess of that mascara.” I swallow against his hand, and I feel heat start to burn low in my stomach.
Isaac leans down and kisses me, parting my lips with ease and invading my mouth with his tongue. I lift my hands above me, weaving my fingers through his hair and pull him in, deepening the kiss. A low growl from his chest vibrates my back.
He removes his hand from my throat and spins me around on the stool that I am sitting on. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me with ease, setting me on the counter. He unties my robe and slips it over my shoulders, sending shivers up my spine.
My breasts are on full display for him to see. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks, releasing it with a pop. I wince when he bites the other one.
Slowly, he peppers kisses down my torso until he reaches the waistband of my now soaked thong. Grabbing the thin material between his teeth, he rips them off my hips.
Great. I really liked that one.
“Isaac…I’m going to be late.” I warn. Not that I wouldn’t mind, but I’m never one to keep people waiting.
Isaac tosses them aside and then drops to his knees in front of me, gazing at me from between my legs.
“So be fucking late.” His face perfectly in line with my hips.
“Now spread your legs so I can bury my face in your pussy.” Desire pools between my legs and I spread them further apart for him, knowing I’m not going to win this argument.
Grabbing my hips, he digs his fingers into my skin, and pulls me closer. His tongue swirls around my clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. My head falls back, a soft moan releasing from my lips. I grind my hips against his face.
“Oh God…don’t fucking stop.”
“Isaac will be just fine, baby. But you can drop to your knees and worship me later.” Before I can respond, I feel his tongue at my entrance, dipping it inside, lapping me up like he’s starving.
Taking my legs, he drapes them over his shoulders, pulling me in deeper.
My ass is now almost hanging off the edge of the countertop.
His movements become languid as his tongue travels up my slit, savoring every inch. My eyes flutter shut when he plunges three fingers inside and pumps them back and forth while teasing my clit, forcing my back to arch. Fisting his hair, I pull his head closer, not able to get enough.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of Isaac.
That feeling I have become oh so familiar with over the last couple of weeks starts to grow deep in my stomach. I move my hips faster, digging my heels into his back.
My heart beats against my chest, faster and harder, as I get closer and closer to my climax.
It feels like I can’t catch my breath, and just as I am about to finish, he pulls his fingers out and takes my clit between his teeth, biting down and forcing a scream to erupt from me as I am taken over the edge.
“That’s right Little Firecracker. Come all over my face.” He hums against my pussy.
Tears stream down my face while my body comes down from the high of my orgasm. My legs are trembling over his shoulders, and a sheen of sweat has covered my body. I’m going to need to take another shower.
I am definitely going to be late.
I’m supposed to be meeting Jules and Keirsten at Java the Hutt in an hour, but that’s not happening. I’m still going. It’s the first time Isaac has let me go anywhere without him since the biker incident, and I am taking full advantage of my freedom.
Isaac holds my gaze from between my legs and licks his lips. “You taste so good.”
Heat creeps up my neck and I remove my legs from his shoulders, sitting up straighter on the counter. He stands, and even on the counter, he towers over me. I wrap my arms around his neck. “Well thank you for that, but now I am going to be late meeting the girls.”
The mischievous glint in his eyes tells me that he could care less about me being late. In fact, I would go as far to say that he planned it that way, hoping I would just cancel instead.
Well sorry about your luck buddy boy, I am still going.
Isaac kisses my nose. “You look beautiful, Serena. I will leave you alone so you can finish getting ready and then I will meet you at the car.”
I stiffen. “I don’t need a babysitter, Isaac. I can drive myself.” If he drives me, he will just hover and I won’t be able to enjoy myself.
His jaw ticks and his eyes harden. “This isn’t up for debate. I am driving you and that is final.”
“Awfully bold of you to assume that I’m going to let you.” I drop my arms from his neck and cross them in front of my chest.
“You better watch your mouth, Mi Vida.” His eyes darken.
Tilting my head, I poke his chest with my finger. “I thought you liked my smart mouth.”
He fists my hair and forces my head back. His lips brush my ear, his voice lowering to a deep murmur. “I do, when it’s wrapped around my cock.” He bites my earlobe and then kisses the tender spot underneath my ear.
“Don’t forget baby. Today, and every day after, you’re mine.” Taking my throat in his hand, he pulls me in again, claiming my mouth with his.
Once again, my body betrays me as goosebumps erupt across my skin and the walls of my pussy clench. He is making it really hard to be mad at him. Instead, I want him to put me on my knees right now and tell me I’m his good girl while choking on his dick.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He pulls away and the space between us feels like miles instead of inches. The sex fog clears in my head, and I finally remember that I am ticked off that he is trying to force his way into my day with the girls.
Not this time.
Putting both of my hands on his chest, I shove against him. It doesn’t do much good, but he gets the point and steps aside while I hop down from the counter. I grab my robe, slipping it on while I walk to our shared walk-in closet.
He has practically moved me in, and at this point, I have just accepted my fate. There’s no use arguing with him about me going back and staying at my house, because I know he’s not going to let me. And honestly, I prefer to be here anyway.
I feel safe here. Knowing that Isaac is just in the other room if I need him. I don’t have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day, wondering if Tyler is going to come back to finish the job.
But damn, I need a break too.
Finding a pair of boot cut jeans, I pull them on along with a purple mid-drift top, a leather jacket and matching purple shoes.
Isaac is waiting by the front door as promised and I realize, there really is no winning this one.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that he is not going to budge on this issue.
I stomp past him and out the front door, irritation simmering within me with every step. He follows closely behind, opening the passenger door for me when we reach the car. Letting out a huff as I drop into the seat, I cross my arms tightly in front of me.
I’m fully aware that I am acting like a brat right now, but I don’t care. He is unbelievably aggravating. I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be equally infuriating as he is intoxicating, but somehow Isaac manages it effortlessly.
Isaac sits behind the steering wheel beside me without a word, with only a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Rolling my eyes, I groan inwardly.
Glad he is amused.
Because once I tell him I am going back to work next week, he isn’t going to be smiling for much longer.
We finally arrive at the coffee shop after the longest car ride of my life. Isaac was smirking the entire drive here and the silence that hung in the air was deafening. Each passing second just stoked the rage that was building inside of me.
I open the door and step onto the sidewalk next to the car. I lean inside the car, look Isaac dead in the face and say, “By the way, I am going to work on Monday. I already told Justine, so they will be expecting me.”
His smug grin drops the second my words hit him. Shock flashes in his eyes at my announcement, only to be replaced by anger a second later. I slam the door in his face and walk into the café without looking back.
For one glorious moment, I feel powerful. Untouchable.
Knowing I wiped that shit eating grin off his face felt so good. It’s not until the bell above the door jingles as it shuts behind me that my hands start to shake.
Oh God.
What have I just done?