Chapter 40
Shooter
“You going to tell me why you’re here?” I asked her as she sat on the couch, watching me wipe off the sweat back in the office.
“I got off earlier, and wanted to see you.” she admitted, as she picked off the fuzz off the couch.
I leaned on the desk, folded my arms across my chest. She wasn’t telling the whole truth, her body showed me that. She was closed off, avoiding eye contact with me, and mostly she was chewing the inside of her cheek.
“What else?”
“I can’t come see my man? It was a good thing I was here. It happened again, didn’t it?” She tried to move the conversation.
I shook my head. “Don’t divert. I was already going to come pick you up from the house and bring you back to the compound.” I couldn’t wait until she was out of that damn house, it wasn’t hers.
“How can you know that it wasn’t the whole truth?” She pouted.
“Because you act like a sad kitten getting caught and trying to distract me. So tell me.”
She rolled her eyes, my palm itched to rectify it. I shook it off. “I just had a hard day at work, that's all.”
“How hard?” I asked.
She started to mutter something until I stood in front of her, tilted her chin to look up. “Be a good girl and tell me.”
She tossed her head back and forth, choosing her words very carefully. She stood up slowly, keeping solid eye contact with me. Her hands started to reveal how hard of a day it was. Amelia started to pull down her shorts and lift her shirt.
My eyes followed her movements seeing her delicate tattooed skin itching to be caressed but revealing the discoloration forming around her hip down to her upper thigh.
She was a klutz sometimes, and I knew the other reasoning had not shown his face in a long while.
She winced as my hands softly touched the bruising.
“What the fuck happened?” My voice was firm but calm.
“The life of a nurse? The side effects of the medical care system? I wasn’t watching where I was going? Patient was a little more volatile than normal? I mean, take your pick.”
I sank to my knees, preferring to see it at a better vantage point. At least that’s what I told myself instead of my cock thinking of a different reason.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
I pressed a tender kiss on her skin, she whimpered either from pleasure or the slight pain.
“My brave girl,” I soothed her.
She disagreed, as usual. “Nothing brave about it. It’s the hazard of the job.
Patient came in and ended up needing restraints, and security wasn’t quick enough.
The patient and I collided against some medical equipment.
Jennie and Dr. Andres came to help, trying to control the situation.
I didn’t feel anything until an hour later and it hurt like a bitch.
I mean, what do you want me to do? Wear bubble wrap or something?
I can’t always be protected.” She started to rattle on and on.
I started to stand up, scooping her up and splaying her on my lap on the couch. “Easy, tiger. I’m not saying it was your fault.” I kissed her. “I’m just wanting to know what happened and how I can take care of you.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just out of sorts.
Think everything felt like it was crashing down.
I just…” she started to say, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the strands of hair falling from the loose bun.
Her fingers tickled the stands of hair. “I just needed to see you and guess now I need to take care of you.” Her smile started to reappear.
“I guess we need to take care of each other, huh?”
“Maybe.” She laid her head on my shoulder, nuzzling close into my neck. I just held her, like time was stopping for us.
These were moments that mattered to me, the moments that all the walls came crumbling down, where there was no mask to wear hiding who we truly were. The warmth of her skin, her even breaths on my skin, her heart thumping strong against me. We were in our own world, and nothing else mattered.
It was those moments that it was just her and me. No ex lingering around, no threats warning us that it would never work, and even no one keeping us apart. This was love, this was comfort, this was home.
I adjusted us to lay down. I had no intention of sleeping, but it was that comfort that could lure into a deep sleep.
Amelia clung onto me, latching on to the last hope.
I knew she was worried, hell everyone was, but she was more afraid of losing me, losing what we had built for a long time.
I never wanted to see her cry. She would never lose me, I would never turn my back on her.
I kissed the top of her head. My fingers trailed along her back in lazy circles. She felt so warm and comfortable.
“As much as I would love to stay here and have your body clinging on to me like a lifeline, I need to shower.” I tried to wiggle to get her attention.
She groaned. “No, you’re too comfy.” She lifted her head, resting her chin on my chest. “Can we go to the studio?”
“The studio?” I brushed her hair out of her face.
“We can pick up a pizza, with extra cheese, and that garlic sauce that I like, and just be in the studio.”
“Why the studio?”
“I feel like both of us need to step away from the real world and have a moment for ourselves. Please? You said you’d take care of me, and I know I could take care of you.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Would you believe me if I said I’m a little horny right now? Maybe I just want to get lost in something or someone else.”
A wicked grin spread across my face. “Give me five minutes and we’ll go.”
I knew she was insatiable, but never in my wildest dream did I anticipate that she would be a little vixen at every turn.
In a matter of moments, I fulfilled her wish, food to fill her belly, a break from reality, and a cock that was begging to fill her tight cunt.
She sat in the loveseat I had added to the studio, watching me as I worked on a piece that had been sitting in a corner unfinished. 80s- rock played softly in the background. This was our world away from everything, sharing with her felt natural.
This was a life I could see myself craving every day. Our escape from the world around us.
The woman had devoured half the pizza and some of the breadsticks. I knew that she hadn’t eaten much at work, but she looked a little different. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“What’s the piece supposed to symbolize?” she asked, food still in her mouth.
“Weren’t you taught never to talk with your mouth full?” I teased her.
“You want to stuff it with something else?” She smirked.
That made my cock twitch against my zipper. I had been thinking about her since we left the gym. Fuck, who was I kidding, there was never a time I wasn’t thinking about her.
“You trying to say something?”
“You want me to beg?” That little bratty side of her was coming out.
“Wouldn’t be a bad thing right?” I winked, turning my attention back to the piece. I didn’t know yet what the piece was supposed to symbolize. The tones of the blues and grays almost gave it a calming voice, but the strokes were chaotic. Maybe it was showing what my head felt like.
She had stayed quiet, probably finishing her meal.
But then I felt her presence behind me. Her hands gliding up the jean material, her light feathery touch along my side.
I stilled as she explored, as she walked around to the left side, her fingers tracing the outline of my bicep.
“To think that this is all mine,” she claimed.
She stepped in front of me, I was in nothing with my tank top and jeans with specks of paint on them. My shirt had risen a little, skin peeking through. “To have all of you, damn I’m a lucky girl.”
My chest heaved with anticipated breath. She was in control, well at least for some brief moments.
“But you know what I’ve been starving for, Shooter?” Her voice turned sensual, tempting.
“What’s that, peaches?” I peeked down, seeing her bite her lower lip, her hands tracing the top of the jeans, itching to pop the button and take what she actually wanted.
“I would very much like to suck your cock, it would please me greatly. I said I’d take care of you.”
“You want it?”
“Please.” she pouted. That perfect lip sticking out. My thumb traced it, her mouth openly slightly.
“Such a good girl, using her words.” I hummed.
“Pretty please,” she started to beg.
I smiled and nodded. “Take what you want, Amelia.”
Her eyes widened and in a quick motion she popped open the jeans and pushed everything down in one swipe.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed out.
I didn’t need to look to know that I would see a little demon replacing the angelic woman from moments ago. Her tongue circled around my tip, driving me to the brink of insanity. Her hands closed around me, gripping me as her tongue explored every inch.
Then she opened her mouth and slowly bobbed her head up and down.
She drove me crazy as she would take an inch and pull back and then gradually suck inch by inch.
I wanted to drive into her, but I didn’t want to show it.
Not until I started to hit the back of her throat and when I looked down her eyes pinned on me.
“Fuck. You like sucking my dick don’t you?
Just look at you.” I groaned, looking at the drool that was starting to drip from the sides of her mouth.
“Making a mess?” She whimpered. Then she did the unexpected thing, she reached for one of my hands and placed it on top of her head.
“What are you doing, Amelia?” My voice was husky.
She pulled away, my hand still laid on top of her head. “Fuck my mouth,” she pleaded.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I already lost control; I wasn’t going to do it again.
“I trust you.” She smiled. She licked her lips, her eyes darted back to my awakened cock. She wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked on it. It felt too damn good. I moaned, “Fucking hell. Such a sin.”
She batted her little eyelashes. I couldn’t say no to her. “You want me to fuck this perfect mouth?” She nodded. “Show me how to tell me to stop,” I growled out, my hand gripping her hair. She tapped my thigh three times. I wasn’t the only one that would be driven to madness.
“I want you to take everything off, and then there’s a little thing in the top drawer of the toolbox.” I brought her to her feet and kissed her deeply. She whimpered. My girl was all kinds of worked up and wanted to get lost in everything. I’d comply with pleasure.
She scrambled to her feet, quickly undressing. I got the full view of her glorious body. The half sleeve of tattoos, the curves of her body that outlined with even more ink, and a view of her juicy ass swaying with every movement.
There was a metallic clinking noise from the drawer and I heard the subtle gasp. I may have put a few extra things in that drawer. A few adventurous items that would spark that curious mind of hers. “Pick something and bring it here.”
She closed her hand tightly, that little ache growing into a fire inside.
She brought two little items, not the ones I truly wanted to play with, but two that would fill her with every desire.
A small red bullet vibrator and a suction cup dildo, much smaller than me, she’d soon have one that truly stretch her.
“You want to be full, peaches?” I asked her, tilting her chin when she came back.
“I don’t want to think,” she said.
“Undress me, Amelia. And I’ll give you anything you want.” My lips ghosted over hers.