Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
M allory
“You’re so strong, so handsome.”
“You think so?” He nipped my earlobe before breathing into my ear. A sweep of tingles danced across every naked inch of skin.
“Mmm… Hmm… Definitely.” I rolled my hands over his shoulders, squeezing both until I felt a sticky substance. When I pulled my hands away, horror raced through me.
They were covered in blood.
I jerked back. “Beckett. What’s wrong?”
Blood spurted from his mouth, splashing across my face as he began to convulse. He spun around at an awkward angle, his body already pitching toward the floor.
And all I could do was scream.
Gasping, I jerked up, no air entering my lungs. I frantically tore at whatever was holding me down, the tiny whimpers escaping my mouth adding to the near panic attack I knew I was having. Where was I? Once my feet hit the floor, I rubbed my hands on my legs, finally understanding I was still wearing my scrubs and had fallen asleep on the couch. That wasn’t entirely accurate. I had no memory of falling asleep.
Beckett. And Jax.
They were both here. Weren’t they?
I tossed the blanket aside, struggling with the vast array of emotions. The dream had been so real. He’d had a butcher knife driven into his back. What the hell? A cold yet pulsing chill cascading down my spine and when I jerked to a standing position, I was certain I was going to pass out.
Maybe that was a sign I needed to check on my patient. I headed to my desk, snagging a breath mint from my drawer. I wasn’t certain why I was concerned about oral hygiene since I had no plans of kissing the man again. Maybe I just needed to make certain I’d experienced a dream and not a memory. I needed to check Beckett’s wound anyway.
My mind worked that way, having become a little bit off kilter over the last few years. I chomped on the peppermint before leaving my office and immediately running into a wall.
Only it wasn’t a tall, sturdy wall, but the solid chiseled granite of a rugged, breathtaking man.
“Whoa,” he said in a gruff voice. “You okay?”
I took my time lifting my head, appreciating the view of his chest. When we locked eyes, the sense of his concern overwhelmed mine.
“I’m just… fine.”
We were close, so close that I could feel the rapid beating of his heart.
“What about you?” I touched his shoulder, fearful he was in pain. He hadn’t asked for a painkiller and I’d been determined not to provide him with one. Now I was feeling guilty. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and as soon as I did, his entire physicality changed. His nostrils flared.
His chest heaved.
The look in his eyes became ice cold hard.
And very, very hungry.
“I’m fine, Doc. Just fine.”
“Good. You need to take it easy.” Being this close to him was euphoric, rattling every ounce of my common sense. The heat sparked a firestorm between us, my skin turning into molten lava.
He rolled his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. The tender, almost sweet gesture sent another wave of tingles all the way to my toes.
“I have no intentions of taking it easy, Doc. None whatsoever.” He thrust his hand around the back of my neck, squeezing as he dropped his head, capturing my mouth.
The kiss from before was dazzling, but this was on another plane altogether. White-hot and searing heat created bottle rockets of energy, my endorphins already on overload.
As he swept his tongue inside, he slid his other arm under my bottom, lifting me into the air. The moment reminded me how big and strong he was and I was immediately pulled into a wild sensation of euphoria.
I shouldn’t want this. I didn’t know who he was. I had no clue if he was a good guy or horrible man. Yet I’d been completely in awe from the obvious love he and Jax had between them. The bond was stronger than almost any I’d ever seen. That meant there was something decent inside of the brooding man with the constant scowl and two-day beard.
He was controlling all of me, not just my tongue and I felt consumed by the passion. His actions became rougher as if fulfilling a promise made. He pulled me as tightly against him as possible, grinding his groin into my stomach.
A moan escaped my throat and into the shared intimacy. He captured it as he’d done with my lips, issuing a single, husky growl. A primal beast. A man in need.
Someone I’d never date and would certainly never develop a relationship with. But right now, I didn’t care. I simply needed fulfilment to crazy desire. This was something I deserved just for me.
Even as the kiss continued, we tore at each other’s clothes, although I did my best to try to stay away from his shoulder. He wasn’t obliging in the least, ripping at my clothes with every intention of devouring me.
When he ended the kiss, he fisted my hair, jerking back my head. My neck was exposed and for a brief few seconds, I realized just how vulnerable I was to him. He could do anything he wanted and I’d have no control, no method of stopping him.
As if I wanted to.
Every sound we made was animalistic, the air in the small hallway dense. Beads of perspiration were already dancing along the back of my neck as I tried to kick off my shoes, finally succeeding on the third try.
Laughing nervously, I managed to pull his shirt off without doing physical damage. He huffed and locked eyes with mine before cupping both sides of my face. I wasn’t expecting him to bite down on my lower lip before dragging his tongue around my mouth and down the side of my neck.
A coppery taste filled my mouth and I grinned from how powerful he was. When I was standing in only a thong and my bra, he pulled back enough to drop his gaze all the way to my feet.
“Fucking incredible.” His whisper was full of a deep growl.
With only a couple of lights on, I couldn’t bask in the glory of his chest. Instead, I brushed my fingertips up from his stomach, feeling every muscle, every dip and crease. He allowed me the sweet pleasure, but only for less than a minute before cupping my breasts.
His chest rose and fell just like before and his entire expression was lit up like a firecracker as he flicked his thumbs back and forth across my already taut nipples.
Another moan escaped my lips, the rush of pleasure simply irresistible. I continued my exploration, noticing the cords in his neck were thick and pulsing. He was still in his jeans, although somewhere along the way he’d yanked off his boots.
When he lowered his head, pressing his face between my breasts, I threw back my head, still half laughing. I was more nervous around him than I’d ever been with a man. It was crazy to think so. Stars shot across my field of vision the moment he pinched and twisted my hardened buds between his fingers.
After issuing another heated growl, he ripped one side of my lacy bra then the other, fully exposing my nipples. As soon as he wrapped his lips around one, I folded both arms around his head, panting since I couldn’t catch my breath.
He alternated between sucking and biting, the combination almost as exciting as the man. I allowed myself to float away, not thinking about responsibilities or the fact he was a stranger. I just allowed myself to exist for the first time in several years.
And it was the one thing I’d needed more than anything.
Joy sparked even more desire, my mind spinning with all the raunchy things he might do to me.
And I’d allow him.
I threw one arm over my head the minute he shoved me against the wall, the hard thud awakening something spectacular deep within me. I gripped his shoulder with the other hand as he shifted back and forth from one hardened bud to another until they were overly sensitive.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I lolled my head to the side, blinking several times to try to focus. But who cared?
Beckett eased his arms around my back, deftly unfastening my bra. As he tugged the material from my shoulders, tenderly pulling the straps down both arms, I finally found the energy to open my eyes. He was so concentrated in everything he was doing. His expression was so different, his features appearing more chiseled than before. I knew it wasn’t possible, yet he appeared the perfect fantasy man.
With an evil grin on his face, he held my bra out to the side as if having taken a hostage. I reached out, every muscle in my body tingling almost to the uncontrollable point. When I grasped his belt buckle, he chuckled.
“You’re hungry,” he said and I wasn’t entirely certain if he was asking me a question.
“Aren’t you?” God, I was nervous.
“Yes.”
I lifted my gaze as I fought with the thick and very stiff leather, trying to toss some magic its way so the strap would cooperate with me. “Me too. I don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Not much in life does, Doc. Don’t overanalyze it.”
Wise words from a wise man.
I finally yanked the belt free, yanking down his zipper. He grabbed both wrists as soon as I did, shaking his head and dramatically planting one arm over my head against the wall then the other.
With a slight shake of his head, he backed away, finishing undressing.
This was one time I wished I had a flood of lights on overhead, the illumination allowing me to enjoy every inch of his muscular body. He was truly a picture-perfect concept of God’s gift to women.
Yes, the man was glorious, the ideal concept of masculinity. Every inch of him was so well defined, his edges seemed chiseled straight from stone.
Swooning over any dude had never been my style, but as I allowed my eyes to slide down his sculpted legs, I found myself panting with delicious anticipation. Once he was devoid of clothes, he crowded my space and I wanted nothing more than to knead his chest muscles with my fingers.
When I dared try, he tipped his head, lifting a single eyebrow in admonishment. “Hands over your head.”
My actions were as exaggerated as his had been earlier, including thudding the backs of my hands against the wall.
The second he smirked, I noticed a slight cleft in his chin I hadn’t paid any attention to before. His entire demeanor was scruffy, yet his features were aristocratic. I tried to obey him like he’d commanded, but took gasping breaths as he gripped my thong. Just the way he shoved his hand between my legs, rubbing his thumb across my lace-covered clit brought several incredible jolts of electricity.
I knew nothing about him, but I suspected he was forceful, taking whatever he wanted without hesitation. Yet the tenderness as he rolled the elastic waistband past my hips to my thighs was beautiful as well as unnerving. He held so much control over me that I was locked in both silence and reverence of the man.
The combination was odd, something I’d never experienced before. He was causing me for the first time in my life to want to act like a bad girl.
So I did.
As soon as my thong was tossed halfway across the floor, I pressed both hands on his chest, digging my fingers into his skin and muscles.
He stopped moving altogether, taking a deep breath before slowly lowering his head to observe what I was doing. I should have known by almost every previous action he’d taken that he’d never allow me to get away with disobeying him.
My pulse increased as he jerked me around to face the wall. A strange swallowing of emotions and sensations occurred when he brought his huge hand down across my bottom.
What the hell?
I jerked, stumbling to the right.
He caught me, bringing me back into position.
The horrible action was repeated until suddenly, he was peppering both sides of my bottom with brutal cracks of his hand. While his actions were jarring, they were also just another reminder of how much the stranger affected me. While neither one of us said anything, we were both breathing raggedly to the same rhythm.
I wasn’t certain if this crazy moment was about the punishment, or if he’d seen something deep within me. Either way, the pain was somehow leading to tingling vibrations of pleasure.
I shifted from foot to foot, realizing my body was reacting to his harsh actions entirely on its own. I eased my legs further apart, crawled my fingers up along the wall, and purred my response.
This wasn’t like me in the least. Not only had I never reacted this way to any man who’d attempted to act dominant, but I’d never wanted such an experience.
Beckett continued spanking me for a few seconds longer, finishing by driving his hand between my legs. The second he curled his fingertips, concentrating on my clit, I pressed my face against the wall. Every sound I made was unrecognizable.
His one hand completely controlled me, pulling me into incredible moments of pleasure. I rose onto my tiptoes, no longer recognizing myself as the responsible, take-charge kind of woman I’d been my whole life.
He rolled my hair away from my face and crushed a portion of his weight against me. His fingers were truly instruments of magic. I writhed against his hand, swaying my hips as the sensations of pleasure continued to build.
I closed my eyes and dug my fingernails into my palms, a wicked smile remaining on my face. An orgasm didn’t sneak up on me. It slammed into my system, rocking my world with enough electricity to light up the entire city.
“Oh!” I didn’t try to stifle my scream. Why bother?
When I heard a single woof, the answer was given.
So as not to disturb my patient.
Still smiling, the climax swept through me to the point I was lightheaded. I’d never known there was such a thing as the kind of passion that could make a woman come close to passing out.
Especially with a man using only his fingers. However, when he added his thumb to the mix, switching hands so he could torment my clit with his thumb and drive his fingers into my tight channel, I was a goner. I tried to cling to the wall as I’d wanted to do with him, my face crushed against the wallboard. Including my mouth.
With the guttural moans coming up from my throat, I must have sounded and looked like a crazed woman.
But I didn’t care.
I was letting go for the first time in my life.
There was an evocative feeling about the way he was pumping his flexed fingers inside of me and I sensed the entire time he was watching my reaction. My girlfriends had been trying to tell me having a hot fling with a stranger was the way to bring me out of my slump. I’d shoved the thought aside, laughing since I’d never done anything so reckless in my life.
Now I knew they were oh-so right.
I couldn’t care less about rules, responsibilities, or items from my past. They just didn’t matter.
“Do you like that?” I was startled by hearing his deep voice. He was a man of action, not one of talk, but holy cow, my skin vibrated from the tone alone.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” Even his laugh was laced with promises of filthy things to come.
Beckett picked up his speed, pumping hard and fast and within seconds, I was stretching my arms up toward the ceiling. Another orgasm bolted into me without warning, this one even more electrified than the one before.
I wasn’t even sure if I was screaming or not.
He didn’t release his psychological or emotional hold over me immediately. Oh, no. He took his time pumping inside, maybe enjoying the way my muscles were still clamping down on the thick invasion with the ferocity of a tight vise.
When I heard what had to be a sluicing sound, I tipped my head over my shoulder. Dear God, could he be any sexier? He was sucking his soaked fingers, licking and enjoying the taste of me. I could tell just how much by the way his eyes were now hooded, his dark brows knitted together.
After finishing with the sinful act, he rolled the tips of his fingers down my spine, gripping my hips and using them to spin me around. He scooped me into his arms, jerking my legs around his hips. He stormed into my office, immediately sitting down on the couch. I was forced to straddle him, and the feel of his fully aroused cock pressing into my wetness kept my body quivering.
He adjusted my hair over my shoulders, raking his fingers through the long strands. I’d seen a man look at another woman as if he was about to ravish every inch of her, consuming all he wanted. But all the surly looks he’d offered before had faded away, morphing into something taboo and downright delicious.
The rough pads of his fingers tickled my skin as he rubbed them up and down the length of my back. I had no idea why he was being so gentle teasing me.
But I was also enjoying every moment. It certainly wasn’t every day a girl got to live out her fantasies. We locked eyes as we’d done before. There was no animosity, no searching for answers or testing the waters. Just looking. Savoring.
I knew the moment he was finished with toying with his treat. He took a deep breath and held it while sliding his fingers around the fleshy portions of my hips, lifting me up several inches. That’s where he kept me for several long seconds, looking up at me as if with reverence in his mind. But his twitching cock and tense muscles were overpowering his control.
As he brought me down, I wasn’t given any time to prepare for how huge he was. The tip was driven inside and I thought for certain he was going to split me in two.
I threw my head back, clawing his shoulders. “Holy… fuck. Just… fuck.”
My crude words were as unusual as this blip in time. He was decent enough to wait for a few seconds as my muscles constricted and retracted. I could easily feel him pulsing against my pussy walls, pushing against them in an attempt to create more space.
There was none.
I was tighter than I’d been in a long time, so when he finally started pushing more inside, my whimper was almost canine sounding. He finally had enough of my antics, jerking me all the way down. This time, he was the one to toss his head back. “One tight lady.”
“Uh-huh.”
His fingers remained gripping my hips, the hold quite possessive. I swung my arms over his shoulders, still taking in ragged, deep breaths from the pressure building between my legs. It would seem every ounce of skin was red-hot, both of us now perspiring from the excessive heat.
With his lips curled up at the ends, he kept me lifted several inches off his legs. He used his strong thigh muscles to pull out, pounding into me again.
I tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair while I raked his back with the other. Why not have something to remember me by? Yes, I could be a little devilish when I wanted to be.
Chuckling, he repeated the action, filling me so deeply I was tingling all over.
“How are you feeling, Doc?”
“I am breathing. What about you?”
“If you’re breathing then I’m not working hard enough.” I couldn’t be certain given the dim lighting in the room, but I’d bet he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. I squeezed my thighs in response, refusing to allow him to get the upper hand.
He had the nerve to crack his hand across my bottom, lifting both eyebrows when I yelped. “Ride me, darlin’. Ride me.”
He wasn’t asking. And I wasn’t hesitating, immediately bucking hard against him. He never blinked as I took over, or maybe he was merely allowing me to think I had any level of control. With his fingers firmly planted on my rounded hips, I wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it.
That brought another wicked smile to my face.
There was no controlling the man. Amongst what little I’d learned about him, that was clear and easy to see by every action he took and the way he handled himself. I was merely along for the ride.
No pun intended, of course.
But what a ride it was.
As we kept our eyes locked on each other, I noticed just how dazzling the beads of sweat seemed to be as they rolled down both sides of his face. He issued a single growl. Was he also capable of reading minds? I would put nothing past him at this point.
My couch springs started to squeak, the sound bringing a laugh to my lips. The spark in his expression remained as he pulled my arms behind me, wrapping one set of long, masculine fingers around both wrists. As soon as he did, he pulled on my arms, forcing my back into a slight arch.
I could tell his mouth was watering as he dropped his gaze to my breasts. He was looking at me as if a feast on a silver platter. We continued rocking as one, but I was the one panting, even squeezing my muscles around his thick cock to try to regain control.
He was having none of it.
His legs were powerful creations, either by days spent in the gym or savage work. Either way, he was easily able to thrust long and hard, filling my pussy completely. The shift in the angle was just enough that my body went on active overload. Suddenly, another orgasm swept through me. I’d never had a single orgasm with a man, let alone multiples.
I tossed my head from side to side, moaning like a wild girl and I loved every second of doing so. The passion we shared was off the charts, the climax electrifying every inch. As I opened my mouth to scream, the sound was muted.
“That’s it, Doc. Enjoy the ride.”
When I opened my mouth again, he fisted my hair with his free hand, dragging me toward him and crushing his lips over mine. His tongue found mine immediately, darting back and forth as my body shuddered visibly from the jolts of current.
I had no idea how long he held me as my pussy continued spasming, but when I sensed he was finally close to letting go, I used the last of my energy to squeeze around his thick shaft again.
There was nothing like the feeling of a man finally falling prey to the throes of passion.
However, that was the moment I returned to the old girl, the one who picked at and chastised almost everything I did or didn’t do in my life.
The beautiful round of intimacy was no exception.
What the hell was I doing?