Chapter 26 Krista
KRISTA
A loud crash and the shattering of glass pulled me out of my thoughts as I lounged in bed, twirling my hair in complete boredom.
Jumping up from the bed, I raced to the door, through the tangle of halls, and down the stairs, stopping midway when I found my brother tossing Rob into a mirror on the wall.
“Michael!” I shouted, but he didn’t hear me.
Hauling Rob up by the shirt, he slammed his fist into his face repeatedly while my brothers yelled for him to give them a turn.
My feet flew down the stairs as I rushed to get to Rob before they killed him. What were they doing here, anyway?
I grabbed Michael by the arm just as he drew back again. I knew it was a stupid move, but I’d grown up fighting with them, and I knew how to take care of myself.
When he turned and swung with the other fist, I ducked, then brought my knee up, right into his balls. All the color fled his face for two seconds before it flushed bright red and he bent over, vomiting all over the pristine floor.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, collapsing at my feet.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted.
He rolled over, barely avoiding the vomit on the floor. Spinning around, I pinned Liam and Jeff with the same look.
“Well?”
Jeff pointed at Liam. “He told me to come.”
“For our sister’s honor,” Liam bit out.
“Oh, now this is about my honor? You sure as shit don’t care when it’s about a woman you’re with!”
“Watch it,” he ground out, his gaze turning deadly.
“What? We’re not supposed to talk about the fact that you slept with Bailey, then tried to destroy her?”
“I was protecting her!”
“And Rob was protecting me,” I snapped back. “You came out here without even talking to me—”
“I talked to Ma.”
“Oh, well, that solves everything!” I shouted. “Why didn’t you ask Bud what his take on it was?”
“Because he’s the local pharmacist.”
“But he always has good advice,” Jeff cut in, wincing when Liam scowled at him.
I took a deep breath, doing my best not to punch my brother. He didn’t really deserve it. At least, that’s what I told myself.
“You had no right to come out here and attack Rob. He’s done nothing wrong.”
“He married you in Vegas,” Liam bit out.
I tossed back my head and laughed. “Wow, so did you think he kidnapped me and forced me to marry him?”
“He could have.”
“We were both drugged. We were riding a high and did something stupid. That’s not his fault.”
“If he was better at his job, you never would have been in that position,” Michael said from his spot on the floor.
Glancing at him, I laughed. “If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut unless you want another kick to the balls.”
“You know, I’m your brother,” he wheezed.
“And that’s why you’re only nursing your balls instead of carrying them in your hand.”
“Man, she’s vicious,” Jeff whispered to Liam. “Did you know she was so evil?”
Ignoring him, I walked over to Rob, who was still slumped against the wall. His face was bloody and his eye was swollen shut, but other than that, he didn’t look too awful.
For a man who had been beaten to a pulp.
“Are you okay?” I asked, lifting his shirt where he was pressing his arm to his side.
“Peachy. I always do this,” he huffed out a laugh, immediately groaning.
His side was already red and forming a massive bruise, which only renewed my anger. But I leashed it for now, knowing it would only fuel the fire between the three idiots in the room.
Well, four, counting Rob.
Men were so ridiculous sometimes.
“Come on. Let’s get you up. Kate can take a look at you,” I said, lifting his arm over my shoulder.
Groaning, he pushed himself off the wall, leaving a bloody handprint behind as he got to his feet. The man was a good foot taller than I was, and his weight was like a ton of bricks pressing down on me, but I managed to walk with him over to the stairs.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” Michael groaned.
“You put yourself in that situation. You can get yourself out,” I shot back.
The walk up the stairs was arduous, but I had the feeling Rob was leaning heavily on me because he wanted my boob pressed against him. And because I liked the feel of his body against mine, I didn’t say a thing.
“Let me get something to clean you up with,” I said as I lowered him to the bed.
But as I started to walk away, he grabbed my hand and tugged me back, pulling me between his legs.
“Not so fast, my little hellion.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him as he slid his hand around the nape of my neck and tugged me closer.
“Fuck, that was so hot.”
Then his lips were on mine in a searing kiss. I didn’t even think as I kissed him back, needing him as much as he needed me. This was right, and so freaking perfect. And as I tossed one leg over his and straddled his lap, I knew that if he told me he was walking away, I’d be devastated.
But right now, I didn’t care.
I just wanted more of this. More heat, more passion, more of this never-ending feeling of being so wrapped up in another person that you’d do most anything for him.
He leaned back, taking me with him to the bed, but the moment I ground my body against his and shoved my fingers through his hair, the groan he let out couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than pain.
“Are you okay?” I asked, tearing my body from his.
“No, no, no,” he whined, tugging me back to him. “Don’t leave.”
He peppered my face with kisses as his lips skimmed down my neck. He was making it really difficult to be good when all I wanted was to tear my clothes off and sink down on his hard cock.
But the moment I put any pressure against his torso, he let out a moan of pain.
“That’s it,” I said, tearing my body from his. I scrambled to my feet and backed away, holding up my hands. “We’re not doing this.”
He winced as he sat up, holding his side. “But I’m fine.”
“You are not fine. You’re bruised and probably have some internal bleeding.”
“So, I’ll take care of it after you take care of me,” he grinned.
“Nice try.” I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips. He was so freaking adorable when he was injured, but still begging for me to kiss him.
“You know, you could always play nurse for me.”
“Except I don’t know a thing about taking care of injuries.”
“I can walk you through it,” he said, his lips tilting up playfully.
I shook my head, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You would rather I take care of you than a trained medical person?”
“Any day of the week.” He frowned slightly. “Well, maybe not for surgery, but even then, things can be negotiated.”
“I’m not so sure I’d trust me with a scalpel.”
“You’d be amazing,” he said, reaching for me.
“I know,” I smiled, slipping my hand in his. “Which is why you never want me to hold one. I might purposely do more damage than actually help you.”
“Vicious,” he murmured, pulling me back against his lips. “I like it.”
I tore myself away again, even though I desperately wanted to pull my pants off and ride his cock. “You like it because you want sex.”
“Hey, that’s a lie. That’s only partly the reason.”
Shaking my head, I backed toward the bathroom, determined to get him cleaned up, even if it meant knocking him out to do it.
The man looked terrible. With that swollen eye, he definitely needed an ice pack or a bag of cold peas, but going downstairs meant seeing my brothers, and that wasn’t a good idea right now.
I rummaged through the bathroom, finding nothing under the sink. But when I opened what I thought was the cabinet for towels, what I found was a whole medical supply station with everything I needed to clean him up.
And a whole host of things I had no idea what they were for.
Grabbing the basics, I headed back into the bedroom, only to find Rob pouting on the bed.
“Take off your shirt and lay down.”
“I like the sound of that,” he smirked, pulling at his shirt. But when he tried to pull it over his head, that’s when things got a little tricky.
“Need some help?”
He sighed, giving up when he couldn’t raise his arms all the way. “Do I look that pathetic?”
“Pathetic and cute.”
“Handsome,” he muttered. “Attractive, striking.”
“Fishing for compliments?”
“Fishing for anything that doesn’t describe me as a toddler,” he pouted.
Straddling his thighs once again, I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and slowly raised it up his chest, skimming my hands along the taut muscles contracting beneath my touch.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured, pressing my lips to his bruised ribs. “Hunky.”
My tongue slid over the damaged skin, up to his nipple.
“Extremely hot.”
I nipped at the bud, earning a groan of approval, followed by a thrust of his hips. Dragging the shirt up further, I helped him slide his arms through the sleeves, then tugged it over his head.
“Sexy,” I whispered, nipping at his lip.
“Hung like a racehorse,” he added, earning a chuckle from me. He immediately flipped me over, showing no signs of pain from earlier.
Hiking my leg up, he slid his hand from my ankle to my thigh, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Desirable.”
His hand slid to the button of my pants, flicking them open. “Alluring.”
With one harsh tug, my pants were halfway down my legs.
“Provocative.”
My eyes slid closed as his fingers skimmed the edge of my panties, teasing me with his hot touch.
“Tantalizing.”
My panties shredded with one sharp tug. Then his lips were on my soaking pussy, sucking and licking as he flicked my clit over and over again. I cried out as his teeth latched onto my bud and tugged gently.
I gasped as my spine stiffened and tingles shot through my core, straight to my pussy as it clenched just as he shoved his fingers inside me.
My whole body spasmed, jerking uncontrollably as he slid up my body and pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss that sent electric shocks through me.
“Fucking delectable,” he murmured, kissing me roughly.
His lips never left mine as she shifted above me. Then his cock was nudging at my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was deep inside me, filling me so much I could hardly breathe.
“Rob!” I cried out, my words low and breathless.
“Hang on, my little hellion.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he thrust into me over and over again, each move tinged with discomfort that he pushed through.
I would have told him to stop, but the intensity with which he held my gaze left me breathless, unable to speak, let alone think of anything but those blue eyes.
And how I wanted to wake up to them every morning.
His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, as though he was reading my every thought. I closed my eyes, unable to hold his any longer.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Fucking look at me.”
My chest tightened as I followed his orders, hoping he wouldn’t see right through me, that he wouldn’t know how desperately I wanted this to work despite barely knowing him.
But the moment our eyes locked again, I knew he could read every emotion coursing through me. I was splayed wide open for him, and there was no denying how I really felt. Not when it was clear that neither of us could escape the other.
Not even if we wanted to.
His lips sealed over mine, then slid to my ear as he whispered, “No turning back.”