Chapter Fifteen #2
“Unless you tell me to stop, I won’t be able to stop myself from playing with you,” he says. “If I think you are forcing yourself to let me touch you, I stop. If you get triggered, tell me.”
“Well, if it feels good, it won’t really matter. I’ve never come before,” I say. “Well. Not that someone else has caused it. Only I have gotten myself there,” I say, and he groans.
“Lie back.”
I do, and he gets the stirrups out and places my feet in them. I watch him as he folds the blanket back and pulls on his gloves, all while maintaining eye contact with me. He is gentle about checking me and then looks up. “It’s healed amazingly,” he says.
“Oh, good,” I sigh.
“But you know…” he says, slowly sliding two fingers into my pussy. “You’ve not had a proper exam.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask with a smile. “Is it still role play if you’re actually a doctor?”
“You are trying not to react,” he says, slowly fucking me with his fingers. It feels amazing. “You’re so tense.”
“Hmm. Maybe if you were better at this,” I tease.
“I knew that bratty behavior would surface eventually,” he says, pressing his thumb to my clit. I gasp when he moves in slow circles, trying my best to not react. It’s when he curls his fingers as he thrusts that makes my eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “There it is. Isn’t that nice, Olivia?”
“Yes!” I pant.
“What do you want?”
“To come. Please let me come,” I beg.
“Have you been a good girl, Olivia?” he asks. I knew he would get me back for dominating him, and I was hoping so, too.
“Yes. So good. Such a good girl,” I pant. “Oh my hell, that feels amazing.”
“But not yet,” he says, slowly stopping.
“No!”
“The first time you come for me, it’s going to be wrapped around my cock,” he says.
“Please fuck me. Please. I will beg,” I say quickly.
“Baby, if I fuck you right now, it’s not going to be gentle,” he says. “Understand what you are asking.”
“Just… cover my mouth,” I say. “Please. I need you inside of me.”
“Fuck, how can I resist that?” he asks, pulling me off the table. “Are you absolutely positive you want the first time we fuck to be fast and dirty, because that’s exactly what this will be.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Show me you want it.”
I turn and bend over, placing my forearms on the table. I look back at him and smile. He looks absolutely feral and growls when I playfully wiggle my ass. “Hit the table if you need me to stop, okay?” he tells me as he pulls his cock free.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
I turn back and cover my mouth with my hands, knowing he is about to absolutely fuck me up.
When he starts to fill my pussy, he stretches me unbelievably wide to accommodate his cock, and I am gasping as I grip onto the table.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I hiss. I try to push back to take more, but he keeps a tight hold of my hips.
He takes long, deep strokes, and it feels heavenly.
Bodhi pulls me up and covers my mouth with his hand.
This position has my back arched dramatically, but all I can focus on is how deep he is forcing his cock.
When he starts to fuck me, I don’t expect him to ram into me so hard that I scream. He does it again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth as I whimper into his hand.
I am gripping the table so hard that my fingers ache.
My belly is full, and I can’t get enough of him.
When I move my hands from the table to his wrist, I give away the last bit of control and let him support all of me as he violently fucks me.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Come with me, Liv. Come on my cock.”
His other hand moves and his fingers start rubbing my clit, demanding release.
My thighs are shaking, my body is tense, and I can hardly breathe.
As the warmth begins to take over my body, Bodhi starts biting and sucking my neck, and I am fucking done for.
My climax tears through my body, tightening my pussy around him, and he fucks me harder and harder as me moans into me.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
He turns my face and kisses me hard, and I am practically crying as he holds onto me. His hips jerk and his pace falters as he drains his cock into me. When he slowly pulls out of me, I whine about how hollow I feel without him.
I am so dazed that I am hardly aware of my surroundings as he cleans me.
He has me lean on the table for support because I’m still so shaky.
He turns me around and helps me dress before wrapping his arm around me to pull my body against his.
He kisses me so softly, like he didn’t just fuck me so hard my ancestors are coming.
“I love you,” I blurt out as he holds my face between his hands. He looks at me for a beat and then smiles.
“I love you, too, Olivia,” he says warmly.
“I told myself I wouldn’t say it until the moment felt right, and it’s cliché for it to be now, but…”
“I love you, too,” he says, kissing me. “I’ve loved you since we were kids; my heart just wasn’t ready to realize it yet.”
“You fuck like a beast, Dr. Jensen,” I say, and he laughs.
“How about you and I go on a little date tonight?” he suggests. “You can hang out in my office until I get done, and then we can go.”
“Okay!” I say happily. “Did you already plan this?”
“Partially. I brought a change of clothes so I could take you somewhere, but I wasn’t sure yet where,” he says, kissing me again. “No more than an hour and I should be done.”
We leave the car at the clinic and take Bodhi’s truck to the park. There is a little lake with picnic tables. Apparently, Kate snuck some food into the truck while I was in the clinic, so now we are at the lake, eating, and watching the sun go down.
We are eating sandwiches and chips, so it’s not fancy, but it’s still the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. “Thank you,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” Bodhi says, kissing me.
“Wait,” I gasp, pointing at his chips. “What is that?”
“What is what?” he asks, looking around for the offending item.
“That!” I say, swiping a chip and stuffing it into my mouth.
“You little brat!” he says, tickling me as I eat his chip. I laugh and wiggle to escape him. I manage to slip away and jump up, but instantly freeze when I see two men behind us. They’re just watching us, but I know them.
“B-Bodhi,” I stammer. He is on his feet in an instant, turning to see what I am looking at. “Th-They work for Miguel,” I say quietly.
“Shit,” he hisses. “Let’s go. Come on.”
I walk around the table to keep my eyes on them as we start cleaning up. One of the men puts a phone to his ear. I can clearly read his lips when he says, “They’re leaving.”
“No, no, no. We’ve got to go. Leave it,” I say, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with me.
We are on the other side of the lake from the truck, so we speed walk, trying to get out of here but not tempt them to chase us down.
Bodhi is cycling through numbers to call as we go back, and one finally answers.
“Jett. We have a problem. Miguel’s men are here at the lake… Yeah… Willow Creek Lake… No, we are walking back around the lake to get the truck… No, they’re still back there, but not following… Okay… Thanks, man.”
“Jett?” I ask, glancing back to see the men haven’t moved.
“Yeah. He’s right around the corner. Fuck, I should have brought my pistol,” Bodhi says, scolding himself. He pulls me to walk in front of him when the men start walking toward us, and I have a horrible feeling.
When we are nearly at the truck, another man steps out from behind it and looks me dead in the eyes as he stabs a pocket knife into the truck tire.
“Shit,” Bodhi says, pulling me to his side. I glance back, and the men are closer now. “Liv, run. I need you to run…”
“No. They will kill you,” I say. Bodhi looks at me, and he looks just as terrified as I feel. “Bodhi, I’m sorry. I’m so…”
“Run. I’ll be okay. Please… Jett is close.
Go with him,” he says. He shoves me toward the road that leads out of the lot, and he steps closer to the truck.
I make a choice and start to take off, but I hear a gunshot behind me.
Before I can turn around, Jett’s car comes screaming up next to me.
He is out in a flash, dragging me toward the car.
“No! Bodhi!” I scream, trying to get away from Jett. “We can’t leave him! Please!”
“We’ve got to go. I’m sorry,” Jett says, pushing me into the car. When he gets in, all I see is Bodhi on the ground with those men around him as we drive backward toward the main road.
“Why did you do that?!” I scream at him, hitting his arm as I sob. “We can’t leave him. Jett, please!”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says, grabbing me so he can pull me to his side. He hugs me with one arm as he drives, and I fall apart.
I let Bodhi die. I did this. Not Jason. Not Miguel. I did this. I let myself get involved with someone, and now they’re gone. Because of me.
“What happened? Who were they?” Jett asks me.
“Uhm. Miguel’s men. I recognized them,” I say, wiping my face. “He’s dead. Isn’t he? He was on the ground.”
“I don’t know, sweetie. Don’t assume the worst,” he says, glancing in his rear-view mirror. “Shit.”
“What?” I ask, turning around. There is a car on our ass, and I recognize the driver as one of the men at the park. “Fuck. That’s them.”
I scream, and Jett shoves me down in the seat when they start shooting at us.
He covers his body with mine, and I can feel the car run off the road.
Jett stays over top of me, even when we are jolted forward when the car runs into something and stops.
My whole body is shaking, and I’m terrified of what comes next.