Abbie shrugs, like she doesn’t put much faith in a Flyers’ guarantee, and when one of the doctors sticks his head in the door, she steps out to finalize the paperwork. She’s back a moment later with a wheelchair and I pull a face, because it’s not exactly the kind of ride I was hoping for.
“Doctor’s orders,” she tells me as I drop into the chair with a huff. “I’ve had to twist a couple of arms to get you released into my care, so don’t rock the boat.”
“I’ll be as good as pie,” I tell her as she wheels me out of the room, my cock tingling at the thought of getting her home. Competence is a massive fucking turn-on for me, and there’s nothing I love more than stripping Abbie out of her street scrubs and kissing her tension away after a long shift. But I also have a thing for the way she handles me, like I’m not a foot taller than her, and used to taking corners on a wet road at a lean angle of over forty-five degrees. It’s like she thinks my limbs won’t work unless she guides me around with pats, nudges, and hip bumps. It’s bossy as hell, but the truth is, I eat that shit up.
Still, I grumble a bit as I’m transferred from the wheelchair to a clinic transport vehicle. It’s basically a stripped-back F350, big enough to take a stretcher, but without all the bells and whistles of an ambulance. I sit on one of the bench seats while Abbie takes the other, Pitt’s Road King rumbling behind us like he’s riding our back wheel. The suspension is shit, but it’s thankfully a short trip, and then we’re unloading at her place, Abbie pointing Pitt towards the undercover garage and telling him to meet us at her apartment. My energy is flagging, so I’m glad she nudges me into the elevator, her arm around my waist as she leads me to her door. I feel the same electric buzz I always get when I approach her apartment, smug in the knowledge that I’m one of the privileged few she lets into her inner sanctum.
Except for the six-two alpha who quickly jogs up the stairs, his gaze roaming over us like we’ve been out of his sight for a week.
“That’s a beautiful cruiser you have down there,” he tells Abbie as she leads us inside.
“Thanks. I upgraded the rear shocks and put in the Mustang seat, but the rest is exactly how I found her. It was parked at a friend’s grandmother’s place, sitting pretty under a tarp for nearly a decade.”
Pitt blinks, clearly surprised by how chatty Abbie gets when she’s talking about her Indian queen. Her face softens, that wary look fading from her eyes, and I smile as I drop onto her couch. I watch as Pitt obediently follows her around the apartment, nodding approvingly as she points out all the security features she’s installed. To his credit, he doesn’t mention the packing boxes that still line one wall, or the fact that the apartment has the bare minimum of furnishings. I’d like to think it’s because Abbie is a minimalist decorator, but I’m pretty sure that when you’re thrown out of your home at seventeen, you’re wary about accumulating too many things in case they’re snatched away from you.
“Like I said, no one is going to hurt Wings here.” As they return to my side, Abbie looks me over with a clinical eye. “You’re probably feeling a little wiped out, huh?”
“Wiped out but wired,” I tell her, hooking my foot around her calf and pulling her towards me. “I think I need a little of your bedside care.”
Her brows lift, but a familiar heat kindles in her eyes. If she’s aware of the alpha watching our every move, she doesn’t show it, her fingers feathering over my lips. “You’re going to have fever spikes for a couple of days, so you need to rest while you can.”
Rest is the last thing on my mind, and as my scent thickens in the air, all three of us know it. I place my hands on her waist, drawing her close until I can bury my nose in her belly. Her breath hitches, and as her fingers dig into my shoulders, I can feel her melting under my touch.
Fuck, this is what I live for.The soft, pliable moments when she drops her guard and turns to putty under my hands.
“I can get you some suppressants if you want to just take a nap,” she murmurs, but her voice is a throaty rasp, and I can taste her sweet peach scent on my tongue. Heat pools in my jeans, and while they laundered them at the hospital, I’m on the verge of ruining them a second time as she pulls me to my feet. The kiss she gives me is way too brief, a teasing swipe of her tongue on my throbbing lips. I make a sound halfway between a growl and a whimper and she squeezes my hand. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
I lean forward to snatch another kiss, but she glances at Pitt, the alpha only a couple of feet away and watching us with his unwavering green gaze. “I need to take him to bed. Feel free to see yourself out.”
He takes a rapid step back but then jerks his head at the door. “I’m gonna check that bottom deadbolt again. You got a screwdriver I can use?”
“Junk drawer, middle cabinet.”
I have no idea what’s wrong with the deadbolt, but I’m sure Pitt is more than capable of taking care of it as I tug Abbie towards her bedroom door. I can vaguely hear him rustling around in the junk drawer, but then I’m stripping off my clothes, the walls closing in until all I can see is the beautiful woman in front of me. “I need you so bad, Abbie.”
It’s not exactly a love sonnet, but my brain is sinking into a thick soup, my hands greedy as I reach for her.Abbie, Abbie, Abbie.It’s always like this for me, but with my instincts on high alert, it’s so much more intense, as if the air is kissing me with her lips. It’s a weird thought, but not the strangest one I’ve had since I presented in that shitty motel by the highway.
She murmurs soothing words as she helps me remove my jeans, dropping to her knees to unlace my boots. She tilts herhead back, her hair a soft halo in the dim lighting of her bedroom as she looks up at me. “You okay with him here? I can kick him out if he makes you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t care.” In fact, the whole fucking MC can traipse into her apartment for all the notice I’d take. She’s on her knees in front of me, and my dick throbs as she manhandles me out of my boots, placing them beside her bed like they belong there, and nowhere else. “I just need to taste you, butterfly.”
My mouth is so parched, I can feel the ache all the way to my gut.
“Soon,” she croons, running her hands up my legs. There’s the same burning feeling under my skin as I felt in the motel room, but now it’s softened by licks of pleasure as she gently runs her nails over my thighs. It’s how I usually feel when I’m close to coming, and I gasp as the sensation coils in my groin, building in ever increasing waves.
“Your suppressants have worn off,” Abbie tells me as she carefully draws my boxers down, my cock pushing free like it’s on springs. “You’re going to feel really sensitive, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
“I don’t hurt,” I mumble as she steps me out of my boxers and grips my hips. I groan as she leans forward, nuzzling the damp skin of my groin. She makes a happy sound, but a wave of doubt has my knees almost buckling. “Is it weird?” I ask, my voice catching. “I mean, it’sslick, right? You didn’t sign up for this…”
She sits back on her heels, staring at me with the softest expression I’ve ever seen on her face. “You have no idea how good you smell, baby.” The endearment jolts through me, settling deep in my bones, and I blink, feeling my cheeks flush in pleasure. “You’ve always been perfect for me, but now you’re the chocolate-dipped version.” She nudges me back a step, until my knees hit the edge of her bed. “Sit down, beautiful, and let me eat you up.”
My dick jerks, as much at the wicked gleam in her eyes as the promise of having her mouth on me. I almost collapse on the edge of the bed, my legs parting on instinct, and she crawls forward, her hands massaging my thighs. Every muscle feels tightly coiled and as hot as molten wax, and I groan as she kisses my stomach, my abs jumping under the wet heat of her mouth.
“Suck me, Abbie,” I groan, falling back onto my hands. “I need to come.”
Jesus, I sound like a whiny bitch, but Abbie just purrs her agreement and licks me from root to tip. She moans in appreciation, her eyes hooded with lust. I’m shiny wet, and I’m pretty sure she can taste just as much slick as pre-come as she laps my shaft. I’m so hard, I feel like I’m on the verge of splitting right open, but Abbie quickly takes me in her mouth, drawing more of my wetness down her throat. She swallows greedily, staring up at me as her eyes water from the stretch. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel slick drip from my hole as she takes me to the back of her throat.
I’m already on a hair trigger, and as soon as she hollows her cheeks, I grab her hair, shouting as I explode in her mouth. No warning, and not a lot of finesse, but I can smell her own release of slick as she drains me dry. When she’s done, I collapse back on the bed and she crawls over me, smiling as she licks my come off her lips. My entire body is quivering with aftershocks, and I groan as she bends and feeds me her tongue. I’ve been tasting her slick for years, but I’m pleasantly surprised by my own sweet and salty flavor. “You see how beautiful you are, Wings? This could never be a mistake. You’re still you, but now so much sweeter.”
