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I squeezed him, drawing a sudden hiss from his lips. “Is this wrong?” I asked, repeating the action until he shuddered under my touch.
“Yes.” The word was nothing but a growl. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckled, shifting as close as my seatbelt allowed for easier reach. After fumbling with the belt, I was rewarded with his warm, smooth skin against mine.
“Going commando?” I asked, and he chuckled but didn’t comment.
He let out a deep groan as I slid my hand over him, tightening my grip for extra pressure. He tilted his head back, eyeing the road through heavy eyelids, and I couldn’t help but throw nervous glances around. We were sandwiched between two packed lanes. Someone was bound to see us, or at least his expressions. After a few more groans from him, I didn’t care. All that mattered was his pleasure, and knowing I was giving it to him.
“Kaylie,” he rasped. “Stop, or I’ll make a fucking mess.”
I let out a shuddering breath. I didn’t care aboutthateither. I needed him to feel it all right now. I needed him to scream my name. This time I was in control, and I was not going to stop.
She nearly made me crash the goddamn car, and I let her. If Johnny saw me now, he would have laughed his ass off. With him, I was the strict one. The one who kept him on the straight and narrow. With Kaylie, I was losing my fucking mind.
Back home, theneedthat pushed me to shout at traffic was gone. Left was a bone-deep ache in the shoulder that I had no intention of alerting her of.
Two months did wonders. I was finally able to move freely. But Izzy was right. There were moments when I just wanted to scream. Not from the pain itself, even though at times it came out of the blue. Sharp spasms shot down my arm and took my damn breath away. It was that or the deep ache that kept me up at night. The frustration it brought was so much worse.
“Where are you?” Kaylie’s arms snaked around me as I lingered in front of the window overlooking the trafficked street below.
Even after two months, I still had a hard time wrapping my mind aroundher. She was here.Mine. I shared not only my apartment with her. I shared my life.
After Julie, I couldn’t stay in the house we owned. I moved. Found an apartment closer to Johnny, and if it hadn’t been for his financial aid, I’d never have been able to afford it. It wasn’t big. A living room overlooking the city, a small bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom with a view over a park, but it was all I needed to start over. Now, I considered upgrading. I wasn’t alone anymore, and Kaylie deserved a fucking palace. It was what she was used to.
She hugged me from behind, and I placed my hands over hers, holding them to me for a few moments of stillness. She removed one hand, running it up my arm. “You have to take it easy.”
I scoffed. I wasn’t going to wait forever. I had to regain my strength and if it meant pushing myself to sore muscles and aching bones, so be it.
“Marc.” She sighed. Leading me over to the couch, a dark gray thing I used to fall asleep on too many times to count. She pushed me down onto the worn cushions and unbuttoned my shirt to finally push it off my shoulders. “Don’t get any ideas,” she chuckled at my expression, then moved to sit behind me. I got so reliant on her massage that I didn’t know how to ever live without it. Her soft hands were like fucking magic as they slowly loosened the tension from my aching muscles.
“You gotta hold back on the exercise,” she murmured. “Everything will be fine. Give it time.”
I was glad she didn’t see the scowl. Time would do nothing, and I was running out of patience and lies. I didn’t want her to feel guilty, and she would if she knew about the nerve damage and what it did to me. If she knew the real reason for my sour mood, the sudden and what seemed like randombreaks, she would blame herself. I knew the feeling all too well, and it had the power to fucking destroy you. I couldn’t let her go through that.
I winced as her fingers kneaded the shoulder, moving slowly down the arm, taking time to care for each and every part of it.
When she was done, she moved to straddle me, keeping me from speaking with her lips pressed to mine. Smiling against her mouth, I pulled her closer, and the dark thoughts dispersed like clouds rushing over the sky. Izzy warned me about the strong meds she gave me, but Kaylie was my only addiction. Everything else I could do without. But her? I fucking needed her like a drug. And I couldn’t get enough.
“Hold on,” I ordered, and before she could ask, I rose to my full height, pulling her up with me. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.
“Are you crazy?” she breathed. “Your shoulder!”
“It’s fine,” I growled, but took her advice and supported her weight on the healthy side while that tinge of bitterness darkened my mood.
Shaking it off, I focused on the woman in my arms, and the things I’d do to her.
She laughed all the way to the bedroom and shrieked as I dumped her a bit too roughly onto the bed. She lay there, catching her breath, and I tossed the shirt to the floor and unzipped my pants.
“I love it when you do that,” she confessed, and I grinned, dropping the slacks, and stepped out of them.
“What? Strip for you?”
She giggled, scooting back to give me space.
“When you’re all alpha on me.”
I lifted a brow in amusement, then grabbed her legs and yanked her toward me.
