Page 48 of Bloody Quarter

I watched as a man wheeled himself out to meet Greyson in the center of the arena and shook his hand.

“Ken is a marine who took a bullet in the back that paralyzed him from the waist down. He still wants to live a full life, which includes work, playing sports, and hanging out with his family, but when other health complications began to arise, Ken became apprehensive about leaving his home. I asked Ken to do a demonstration for you today, and he graciously decided to humor me. What Whiskey will show you is just one of the things he is trained to do.”

Ken held out his hand for the microphone, and Greyson smiled and handed it over. “Hi, folks. I promise not to talk long. I just want to say that I’m not sure where I would be if it weren’t for Whiskey. As much as I love my family, I felt like a burden, and everyone was always fearful when I left the house. Whiskey has given me back my independence.” Ken cleared his throat. “I’ll just finish this by saying thank you to Greyson, Rodney, and this place.”

Greyson smiled as he took the microphone back. “Thank you for the kind words. So, this is what’s going to happen. Ken will pretend he fell out of his wheelchair and lost consciousness,” Greyson said. Ken got out of his chair and moved onto the ground, laying on his back. Greyson eased the wheelchair on its side. “We have purposely left Whiskey in the kennel so he couldn’t see what happened. Are you ready?” Ken lifted his hand in the air, giving the crowd a thumbs up.

Greyson stepped back, and a moment later, a bullet of a dog raced out of the kennel and ran straight for Ken. He nudged him and sniffed all around his body before nosing a phone out of Ken’s front pocket. My mouth fell open as the dog placed his paw on the screen, and it unlocked. Then, it began to ring. As soon as we could hear the person answer, Whiskey barked into the phone. Racing around to the other side of Ken, he stuck his head under his body. I covered my mouth as Whiskey rolled Ken onto his side in a recovery position. Running back to the phone, he pushed it with his nose so it was close to Ken’s mouth before laying down and placing his head on his side.

“I’m sure you can figure it out, but there are several things that have happened. Whiskey first assessed the situation to make sure Ken was indeed breathing. After not getting a response, he removed the phone from Ken’s pocket. As you can see, it has a special app that will read Whiskey’s print and automatically dial help. Don’t worry. We warned them we would be calling today. Once that is done, Whiskey is trained to make sure that Ken is in a position to help him breathe and protect him from choking, hence the recovery position. Finally, he moves the phone close to Ken’s mouth so that if he does come around, he doesn’t have to try to move to talk to the emergency responders. Lastly, he lays with his head on Ken to offer comfort, to make sure he is guarded, and to keep an eye on any other symptoms he is trained to help with. Believe it or not, Whiskey here is also trained in CPR.”

Ken smiled, and Whiskey licked his face as he spoke. Everyone clapped as Greyson offered Ken a hand, but he waved him off. Ken got back into his chair and tapped his lap. Whiskey jumped up and hugged him.

For all the darkness and bloodshed that I knew Greyson wasn’t just capable of but happily doled out, he could steal my breath away the next moment. Regardless of his reasons, he was helping people, a lot of people, and another patch was placed over my heart. It might look like a Raggedy Ann doll by the time he was through, but as Greyson gave me a wink, I knew that I’d be his doll forever.

Greyson

Alora screamed and jumped beside me, almost overturning the bowl of popcorn we were sharing. I laughed hard, unable to contain my amusement.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You jump and scream at the fake serial killer in the movie, but you’re cuddled up to my side and sharing popcorn?”

She rolled her eyes. “It was the music that got me,” she said, settling into me again, the bowl once more securely sitting on her lap. I didn’t give the movie a second glance all night. My eyes were fixed on her creamy legs and how the black T-shirt barely covered the space between her thighs and the sweetness that awaited me. I couldn’t get enough of her, and my shorts were already getting uncomfortable.

“I’m sure it’s the music,” I teased, running my fingers over her shoulder.

“Maybe he’s just scarier than you,” she said and then squealed as I tickled the back of her neck. Grabbing the bowl, I set it on the table before it went flying, and we had a huge mess to clean up.

Pulling Alora over, she willingly sat on my lap as the girl on the television screamed and ran down the middle of the street. I never understood why they did that in movies. I groaned as she settled, her hair falling around her face and shading her eyes, though I could still easily see the desire shining at me.

She wiggled. “Are you already wet for me, Doll?” I slid my hands up her thighs as she bit her lower lip. “Let’s see.” My hands disappeared under the black material, and Alora moaned as my thumb traced the outline of her swollen clit. She pressed harder into my fingers, and I smirked and moved the damp material aside to slide between her slick folds. “So wet. Do you think the girl in the movie is going to get as lucky as you?”

Alora peeled the T-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the couch. Rising on her knees to look down at me, she rubbed her tits across my lips. I nipped at the hard buds begging to be sucked.

“I don’t think anyone is as lucky as I am,” she said while I sucked her nipple into my mouth on her next pass and shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. “Ah, yes. Feels so good.” Her tight walls squeezed my fingers, and my already hard cock began to throb in my shorts.

“Flattery like that will get you everywhere.” She bounced a little faster. “That’s it, Doll, fuck yourself on my fingers, come all over them” My thumb resumed rubbing her clit, and she grabbed my shoulders, tossing her head back, ecstasy written into every feature. I loved how her mouth hung open in a little oh as she moaned. “Give me that nipple again,” I growled, and she didn’t lose her rhythm as she pushed her tits together. I sucked on one and then the other. Little mewling sounds tumbled from her lips as she picked up the pace.

“Oh, Greyson. I’m so close. I’m…I’m going to come.”

“Stand up, I want to taste you,” I ordered. My cock was like iron pushing against my shorts, the ache was uncomfortable, but I loved the anticipation. Alora shakily pushed herself up, and I grabbed the globes of her ass to pull her dripping pussy to my mouth. “Fuck you taste good, Doll.” I swirled my tongue around before pushing into her with my fingers.

“Yes, oh…oh fuck.” She grabbed my hair and pressed my face closer. I sucked hard while my fingers pumped deeper. I could feel Alora’s legs shaking. “Greyson, I’m coming! Fuck!” I licked fast, not wanting to miss even a single drop. Breathing hard, I ran my tongue over her folds again and then yanked her underwear down her legs. I steadied her as she stepped out of them with one leg and then the other before straddling me once more. Alora’s dark blue eyes burned with lingering lust and the aftermath of her release. She was so fucking beautiful. She moved to toss her panties aside, but I grabbed her arm before she could.

“These are mine.” I opened them up to the little damp spot and licked them clean as a blush crept across her cheeks. “So fucking good.” I took a deep breath, the draw traveling through my body right to the tip of cock, making a matching wet spot on the front of my shorts.

Setting them aside, I leaned into her and ran the flat of my tongue over the tiny cut on her chest over her heart. Then I took her hand and repeated the process on the quickly healing line on her palm. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her to my lips and devoured her mouth. I was strung out, every muscle hard with the lust coursing through my body for this woman.

“You want me to bleed for you, don’t you,” she asked, and my cock jerked in my shorts at the idea.

“Not tonight.” I lifted her off my lap and sat her on the couch. “I’ll be right back.” Racing up the stairs, I yanked open my drawer and pulled out the new toy that I bought and the bottle of lube. When I returned, I smirked as Alora’s eyes locked on my bouncing cock in my loose shorts. “You ever been fucked in the ass?” She shook her head no. “You want to try?” Nervousness danced behind her eyes even as she nodded. I laughed. “You know I love to hear you scream, Doll, but I’m not going to stuff this monster up your ass tonight. You’d never let me near you again.”

“Thank God,” she said and relaxed.

“We’ll work up to that. For tonight I want to put this in you,” I said and held up the shiny butt plug with the skull handle. “Get on your knees and turn around.”

She slid off the couch onto the floor and got on all fours, her pussy and ass making me groan. Fuck. I palmed my cock for a second to ease a bit of the tension. Popping open the bottle of lube, I dribbled it all over her ass and watched it drip between the crack. Rubbing the silky liquid around her tight little rosebud made her moan.

“I have a feeling you’re going to love this, Doll.” I poured more of the lube on the butt plug and made sure it was good and coated. “Just try and relax. The first part always hurts but eases fastest if you keep breathing and don’t clench.”