“I have to go tomorrow, Everly,” I tell her, not wanting her under any misconception. “I respect your medical opinion and I’d much rather spend time in bed getting to know you, but this is my fight.”
The sadness that flashes in her eyes before she lowers her lids is like a knife in my heart. She’s smart, beautiful, sarcastic as hell, all those qualities and so many more that I’ve been looking for in a woman.
“I can’t do it without you,” I whisper next. “I’m going to need something to get me through it without fucking me up too bad.”
She starts to talk, then shakes her head before leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine. My face is bruised and some of my teeth feel a little loose, but that doesn’t matter.
With a finger under her chin, I tug her closer to me, sliding my tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss she started.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you walked into the bar the other night,” I tell her. “Well, a hell of a lot more than kiss you, if I’m being honest.”
“As your vet and knowing the state you’re in,” she murmurs against my lips, and I narrow my eyes at her teasing. “This is all you’re cleared for right now.”
“I think I can make a pretty solid case that my finger doesn’t hurt,” I smart back to her, holding up my right index finger for her inspection. “Would you say I’m cleared to use that?”
Everly’s eyes widen and a grin pulls at her mouth. “In my professional opinion, that one particular finger is not injured.”
Instead of saying anything else, I put that digit into my mouth, getting it good and wet before I slide my hand into her pants and smile when I find out she’s not wearing any underwear.
“You’re killing me, Everly,” I groan, reaching between her folds until I come across her clit.
Everly
There are a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t be in bed kissing this man right now, it’s just not one of them matter all that much to me at the moment.
Bending my left knee upward once his finger trails down my body, I make sure he has easy access to my pussy. Seconds later, I feel the pad of his finger rubbing insistently against the top ofmy sex and instantly feel relief that there’ll be no need to show him where my clit is.
His mouth on mine, his lips hungry and insistent, I moan as his tongue darts in and out; making me wish it was his tongue, and not his finger down below. Shifting his arm down further, his long, thick finger plunges into my pussy, nearly making me bite down on his tongue as I writhed and arched beside him.
“You feel so damn good,” he whispers against my lips, grinding his cock forward. “You want this too, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Jessup, please. I need more,” I nearly beg him.
Rage swipes his thumb against my clit, and some part of me knows I should stop this before he strains himself, but I try to tell myself it’s just his finger, pumping in and out of me. Then he adds a second inside me.
And just like that my organism catches me by surprise and without thinking I reach out and squeeze his arm, throwing my head back and thrusting myself harder against his fingers, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop.
*
“I’m so sorry,” I murmur again and I feel rather than hear his snort from where my head is resting on his good shoulder.
“You didn’t hurt me,” Jessup mumbles back, softly kissing my forehead seconds before his breathing changes and I know he’s finally resting.
I lay there for a time, not wanting to disturb him but my mind is too unsettled to rest.
What would life be like if Jessup and I get together?I wonder. He and I walk on different sides of the law, not to mention that I doubt hard-core biker parties are my jam.
Letting out a sigh, because I’m not even sure this man wants anything other than a hook up, I scoot away from him; slowly inching back until I’m able to slide off the bed without waking him.
Like it or not, I know he’s going to want to head in and join in on whatever his club is planning and regardless of my feelings, not to mention my good sense, if I want him to make it through I have to calculate the exact amount of morphine to give him so he can function without being hampered.
At least he’ll have his brother at his back when they go after the men who tortured him and killed Mills. That isn’t much comfort, but it’s the best I can come up with right now.
Chapter 7
Everly
Propping my iPad up, we spend the night in bed, watching movies and sharing stories about our lives.
