Sleeves (10 page)

Maybe she didn’t have to do that like Hannah had?

Casey seemed honestly disturbed at the thought of harming him. Why?

He met her strokes by pushing a little harder and still twisting and pinching her nipples. If she hurt him, then he’d know she really cared. She’d know he’d take it and anything else, all for her.

He was rougher with his touch on her body.

She didn’t seem to mind he was torturing her tits, but he was doing it to show her what she could do to him. “I want you to abuse me, then I won’t feel so bad about hur—”

Her eyes flashed opened. “Hurting me? Is that what you were going to say?”

“I . . . Christ, Casey, I don’t know.” He bit his bottom lip and growled low in his gut. She had to know he was about to come because of this slow, agonizing pace, and because she was gripping him so hard with her pussy, he could barely breathe.

She leaned over, her entire body hovering an inch above his. His fingers dropped off her tits and went to her hips.

“I don’t have to mark you to make you hurt. I already know the simple things hurt more.” She rubbed her tits across his chest and it left searing pain in its wake.

“Sssfffff . . . Do it again,” he said, digging his fingers into her flesh, pulling her hips tighter into him.

“No.”

“Please, God! Don’t be a bitch—hurt me! It makes it all even and fair,” he said, biting back a groan of frustration. He’d said too much. That seemed to be his pattern with her. She undid any kind of filter he had, any kind of semblance of . . . Oh shit! No! Not that.

She licked his nipple, breathed across it and then scraped her teeth up his chest and over his collar bone.

He about launched off the bed when her fingers reached down and touched the base of his dick on the in-slide.

“Don’t do—Case—I can’t, I . . . Fuck!” His neck tipped back and he barely held on. She was gonna make him . . .

And he couldn’t. Not inside her.

She’d get pregnant, and he’d be fucked. She’d die, too, and it would be all his fault. No way could he live with himself after doing something like that to her.

“It’s okay, sweet man. I’ve got you. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you spurting all over my inner walls. I bet it’s gonna be so hot and yummy, like hot fudge, drizzling inside my pussy,” she purred into the hollow of his heck. She dipped her tongue there and then nipped at his Adam’s apple.

“Jesus—you can’t . . . I can’t take it.”

Then he had his fists in her hair and yanked her underneath him. He pounded into her, the bed slamming into the wall with each erratic thrust. “Bitch—I can’t stand it anymore, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I have to. I’m sorry, but I have to.” He gripped her arms and pinned them to her side so she wouldn’t touch him again. The odd thing was her pupils dilated and her heavy hooded eyes were consuming him with the way she looked at him.

“Yes, I want you to,” she said, her voice raspy and achy. “Fuck me hard. Get it all out. Come inside me and all over my body.”

He leaned over and sealed her damned mouth by shoving his tongue inside her. He fucked her mouth with his at the same hectic pace as his dick, drilling into her.

Over and over, he kept fighting off the need to come, but when she finally moaned and shifted her hips up and made this sound like something caught in her throat, he knew what was happening.

Oh God, she was gushing all over his dick, coming so hard, she was thrashing beneath him and milking his cock with her internal muscles.

No one had ever . . . Hannah hadn’t done that, and neither had the others when he was inside them.

He flew apart at the sight of her. His mouth left hers and she screamed out with a hoarse cry.

His body writhed and he was about to black out as he climaxed, but then she did something no one else ever had . . .

“It’s okay—don’t go. I’m here,” she whimpered into his neck, kissing along his pulse, and this surge flew through his body, lighting it back up.

His body woke, and the blackness that usually would’ve taken him down by now, failed to conquer him.

She saved him.

She freed him.

He rocked into her, slowing his hips and refusing to let go and stop altogether.

“Mine! You are mine. I have you now, and I won’t give you up! Not now, not fucking ever!” He let go of her arms and wrapped her up, crushing his body weight into hers. The sting was gone.

All of it.

Temporary? Would it return?

This had never happened before.

He breathed her in, soaked his tongue with her unique flavor as he dragged a line up her neck.

She smelled like him, and tasted a little like him, too. God, that was fucking hot.

He groaned and just couldn’t get close enough. His fingers dug into her back, his legs wrapped around her. She was so limp though there was no fight in her. He waited to see if she’d push him away, but she sighed like this was all she could ever possibly want.

“I love the way you hold me,” she whispered.

“You do?” A trickle of guilt slid down his spine. There was no reason to trap her this way. It was obvious with how lax she was in his arms, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Yeah. It’s . . . I can’t explain it, but saying I love it is probably not a good word to use around you, but it lights me on fire inside when I’m wrapped in your arms.” Another bone melting sigh left her throat.

Chills replaced that guilt that had slithered across his insides, and he was glowing. There was no tormenting fire, but a warm, honeyed pulse of subdued energy instead.

“Casey . . . I know you want to . . . sleep, but I wanna keep holding you tight because I love how it feels, too. Is that okay?” Doubts slammed into his mind.

She doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want you. You sicken her—she thinks you’re a pathetic sack of dog shit. She had no choice but to let you manhandle her and fuck her into the mattress until she no longer existed as anything but a cunt to you!

He exhaled with a grunt and tucked his head into her neck, burying his mind by dousing his senses in her scent.

“Just don’t tell me to go,” he said, muffled because his lips were loosely pressed into her neck. How long until the pain returned? His heart already ached and yearned to stay attached like this. His dick was still in her, dammit, and he hoped it stayed hard for as long as possible.

“You can do whatever you like, sweet man. I’m all yours. I only ask you let me get at least an hour of sleep. I’m about ready to drop.” She chuckled beneath him, yawned and ran her feet up his calves.

Jesus, that was sexy. The way she squirmed beneath him and the way she accepted his overwhelming mass atop her body like it was nothing at all—it was addictive as hell.

“I love this—being here with you in your bed—in your home. You’re,” he pulled his head back to look at her, “nice.”

“Thank you?” She wrinkled her nose.

“I mean it—you’re actually a good person. Do you know how few of those there are in this world?” He kissed the corner of her mouth as softly as he could.

“I’m a dying breed, am I?” She smiled so big and so sweetly, his heart swelled.

“Stop that. I’m serious.” He tipped his hips up but he was softening, so it was the wrong move. His dick was probably going to dislodge now, and that thought pissed him off.

“I know you are. I’m not making fun of you. I’m making fun of me.” She exhaled and her eyes softened. “You’re wonderful.” Her eyes misted. “I mean that as well. I’m . . . I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Fucked up like me, you mean,” he clarified.

“No. I didn’t say that, and I didn’t mean that.” She paused, blinked with a slow, cautious look. “I . . . You’re so filled with passion and have such a deep capacity to love, it’s overwhelming. It’s beautiful, Kel. You. Are. Beautiful. Inside and out, and I hope to have the chance to get to know you better.”

“Why?”

“I had a moment there when you were making love to me,” she moistened her bottom lip, “when I could feel it in my bones, that I needed to be with you this way. That I needed to give you all of me, and in the end, I think I got way more than I ever gave up.”

“Jesus—is that why you let me act like a fucker, tearing into you like that?” He finally pulled out and ran his hands down his face and groaned in disgust. “You told me you don’t fuck like that. You didn’t want to hurt me, and I didn’t give you any other option.”

“What are you talking about?” She stretched and wore a sated, finished look.

Her skin was radiant and pink. Fuck it all. From this distance, he could still feel the warmth radiating off her.

What if . . . Oh shit! He wasn’t touching her anymore. What if the sting came back?

He settled both palms on her legs.

It was gone. For now . . . But how long would it last?

He swallowed the tears forming in the back of his throat and blinked away the ones forming in his eyes. “How am I supposed to feel when you were so good to me—I mean, you even had ice for me. Who does that? Who thinks of all of this shit so quick and on the fly?” He motioned with his head at the stuff she set out for him. He choked on a shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have come inside you. I shouldn’t’ve . . .” He shook his head and closed his eyes, gripping his hands into her legs. “You’re fucked now because of this.”

“I won’t get pregnant if that’s what you’re worried about,” her soft voice said.

“Yeah, why is
that
—you on your period?” He barked out a dry laugh. “Doesn’t matter what fucking time of the month it is for you. I’ve knocked you up. My sperm live longer than an average fucker’s does.”

She huffed and sat up then gripped his jaw. “Listen to me for once, would you?”

He set his eyes on hers and ground his teeth together. “It always happens. There’s no way to stop it.”

“Even if I don’t have ovaries?”

“You . . . What?” His heart pinched and stopped. Dread filled his veins and his hands went cold on her skin.

“Yeah, I had tumors on them as a teenager. I had to have them removed. I can’t have kids.” Her voice went up in pitch and her face contorted. She bit her lip and nodded like she knew he’d get this, finally.

“You can’t,” he let it seep in for a moment before continuing on, “but you want to.” His hands drifted up her legs. “I can see it in your eyes—you love kids.”

“I do,” she whispered.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry. And I just said . . .” He turned his eyes away from her and groaned. “So fucking stupid. I should be whipped.”

“I can arrange that.” Her tone brightened.

“You can, huh?” He chuckled.

Her legs moved around under his hands. “Uh huh. I know some pretty kinky people. Maddie’s been dabbling with BDSM stuff.”

His breath caught. “Yeah, I have to stay away from that shit. You think I’m an animal
now
? Imagine if I tied you down and had you at my full mercy.” What was he talking about? He was acting like this was going to happen again. Odds were she never wanted to see him after this one nightmarish brief experience she had with him.

“Hey, I can see what you’re doing. Stop it.” She reached out for him. “Let’s sleep all this craziness off, and if my touch is too much, say so and I’ll stop.”

“’Kay,” he said under his breath and collapsed next to her.

“Snuggle with me?” Her voice was like velvet, caressing the doubts right out of his head.

He rolled right into her and slung his leg over her, keeping her under him in some way.

“What are your plans today?” she asked through a yawn.

“Nothing but sleep—why?”

“You’re coming to work with me. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“That little boy? You’re not shitting me, right? He’s really not yours?”

“My ovaries wish he was, but he’s not. Besides, he’s a handful; I doubt I’d have the patience to raise him right. He deserves better than I could ever—”

He covered her mouth. “Shut up. I don’t wanna hear crap like that. You’d make the most wonderful mother in the world, and now I wish I
had
knocked you up, as selfish as that sounds.” He shook her head back and forth with his hand still clamped over her mouth.

When he released it, she grabbed his hand back and kissed his palm.

“Well, since you got to be all mushy, I get to say you’re the sweetest man ever.”

He laughed. “That’s more than a stretch, that’s like a . . . Well, I don’t fucking know what, but it’s not true.”

“It
is
true. Now, hold me and stop being adorable so I can sleep.” She nuzzled into his side and her hand slapped onto his chest.

Before he could say anything else stupid, she was pelting his chest with her soft, sleepy breaths.

He kissed her crown and let his mind drift off, praying he wouldn’t have that awful dream while she was near.

Chapter 6

Kel slept like he was running a marathon, jerking, yelling and talking about all sorts of frightening things. Needles. Chains. Whips.