“There she is, my dirty girl. Took you long enough,” I teased her, continuing the circles until her whimpers turned into moans.
“Shooter.” She swooned, her eyes fluttering close.
Itsked. “Already going to come for me, peaches? Are you that deprived, that desperate for me?”
Her hips bucked, begging for more. But the ultimately sound of her breath escaping her came when I gently pressed a finger into her wet heat. She started to have this glow, like the light in her was shining once again.
“More, please. Shooter.”
“More of what?” I leaned forward nipping at her chin, toward her neck.
“Fuck gentle, please make me come already,” she commanded. Like I said, such a needy girl.
I curled my finger, then thrusted it in and out. Her pussy kept dripping as her eyes closed. I pressed one more finger in her. Fuck, she was tight. Nothing nor no one had stretched her and I couldn't wait until the day I’d sink into her.
Her hands started to move in a frenzy. I needed her like this forever, to be hungry for more, to want more, to want me.
Thrusting and curling, I had the rhythm that had her under a spell, until her pants became heavier and I was bringing her to the edge. She writhed, arching for more. And I couldn’t help but press my lips against her. When my tongue slipped toward hers,she melted even more into the kiss, fighting every sensation that was telling her pretty little mind that this shouldn’t work.
Her pleasure overrode my ache to want more, but this was just a taste. Her core tightened. Her pussy gripped my fingers like it was her lifeline. Then came the cry of pleasure. Her pussy dripping down her leg, her body shuddering like aftershocks. I loosened my hold on her, as her body relaxed against mine.
The little bit of sweat dribbled down her cheek. I kissed her cheek, as she hummed in contentment. She’d deny it, but there was a sincere smile on her family, a true sign of happiness. When my fingers left her pussy, they glistened in the sun. She shimmed her pants back up, still trapped in front of me.
“Shooter,” she started to say. I pleaded to the heavens that she wasn’t going to regret it or turn back into her wall. “Thank you.”
With her cum still on my fingers, I slowly licked each one of them, staring back at the beautiful mess of a woman. She bit her lower lip, never taking her eyes off me. “I should be thanking you.”
I brushed my other hand along her chin line. That contentment never left her, even when I asked her, “Now give me one truth.”
My own heart dropped when she said, “I shouldn’t want you, but I do. And that scares me. And yet excites me.”
Chapter 15
Amelia
“What do you mean, you stopped talking to him after that?” Jennie asked, slamming down her iced coffee. “Hell, I would have been asking him for more.”
I looked around worried that other patrons would look at us with Jennie’s outburst. I stared at her as I kept my voice down. “Announcing it to the world? Jesus, this is why I couldn’t tell you, you’re getting too worked up over nothing.”
“Nothing.” Sarah scoffed. “Amelia, you are wound up tighter than a nun.”
“And how would you know how wound up tight a nun is?” I raised an eyebrow.
Sarah shrugged. “Merely an idea. But seriously. Mia, a man that has been a decent patient, keeps making you eat, and apparently looks like he could take on a village without breaking a sweat, how are you not under this man?” She took another bite of her breakfast sandwich.
The one luxury I budgeted was my one morning where the three of us had off and got together to de-stress and be actual friends. It was one thing to get along while we were working, butit was another to be able to hang out with work friends outside of work and stop sharing trauma work stories. Aside from Melody and a couple of the club members, Sarah and Jennie were as close as my sisters when we weren’t bickering.
“Seriously. The man sounds like he’s ready to devour you in one sitting. Or maybe a few.” Jennie snickered.
I started to regret telling them, knowing that they would be on the side of “just let him dick you down” and I wasn’t completely.
“You want him then?” I asked Jennie.
“No, my man won’t share me. And we have four kids to prove it.” Jennie threw her hands up in defense.
I took another bite of the one warm sandwich I had within that week. I avoided Shooter like the plague, saying that I had been pulled into the hospital. Of course, Hound Dog was more understandable. Shooter on the other hand, got my number from someone and had been flooding my inbox daily.
Shooter:You can't lie to me. You already outed yourself. That's okay, peaches, I can be a patient man.
