Tarin: Chapter 12
I felt really good after my nap and then the dinner Outlaw had made for us. We relaxed for a little bit, watching television, then we went to bed. I was out of the shower and ready for him to make love to me. I knew he was still hesitant, but I needed him. A little discomfort was worth what I knew would be the mind-blowing pleasure I’d get. That would do more to take care of any pain or aches I had than a damn pill.
He’d helped me wash my hair and body in the shower. I couldn’t help but react to his touch. My nipples had gotten hard and my pussy slick. He’d been hard as well. He’d tried not to tease and keep it impersonal, but his gaze had been eating me up and his breathing was more labored by the time we were done, just like mine was.
I got under the covers with no clothes on. When he saw me do that, he groaned in pain. “Jewel, you’re trying to kill me, aren't you? I’m only so strong. I know you said the doctor said it’s okay, but I don’t think you’re well enough yet.” He slowly laid down on top of the covers.
I ran my finger down his chest and circled his right nipple. It beaded up. I flicked across it with my nail. In those couple of weeks with him, I’d gotten bolder in my sexual play. I had ideas about what I wanted and he let me try whatever I wanted. He had never once failed to bring me unbelievable orgasms. I liked to think his orgasms weren't too shabby either. He made love to me more than once a day.
He shuddered and grabbed my hand. “Last chance, Tarin. I’m on the edge. Tell me no and we’ll hold each other and go to sleep. I can wait until you’re more healed.”
“But I can’t, Damian. I need you,” I told him.
He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me and kissed me. It was one of those toe-curling kisses that made my brain turn to mush and my body to catch on fire. His lips and teeth then his tongue teased me into a blazing inferno. When he eased away, I grabbed him around the back of his neck. “If you stop now, I swear to God, I’ll murder you, Damian. Please, make love to me!” I threatened and begged all at once. He laughed then set about to drive me crazy with lust.
He was careful not to put weight on my ribs, leg, or my incision, but he caressed, kissed, licked, and nibbled everywhere else. He teased around my nipples but didn’t give them direct attention. I was whimpering. I was about to scream when he gently parted my legs and took his first swipe up and down my folds. That was all it took. I came instantly.
He kept licking and teasing my clit as I came. It extended my release until finally, I collapsed with a moan. He didn’t stop. He just switched to thrusting in and out of my pussy with those fingers as he curled them to tease my G-spot as he nuzzled my folds and then licked lightly. A few minutes of that and I was coming again.
This time when I was done, he sat up and lifted my ass off the bed. He was panting. I looked down at his cock. It was hard and dark red. Cum was weeping from his slit. “Is your leg alright like this? Do you hurt anywhere?” he rasped out.
“No, no, I’m fine. Please, I need you inside of me before I die, Damian.” I moaned as I tried to thrust myself down on him. He bent forward and started to push inside. The stretching had me whimpering as he pushed inside of me in one, long continual thrust. I jerked as tiny bolts of lightning sizzled through me. He groaned the whole way.
When he was all the way inside of me, he stopped and rested his forehead on mine. His eyes blazed as he looked down at me. “I fucking love you, Tarin. So goddamn much it hurts. You feel so damn breathtaking. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He drew back his hips and thrust again. Soon, he was powering in and out of me. He was careful not to jar me too much, so it was a gentler lovemaking than our typical, but it was just as beautiful.
He made sure I came one more time before he worked me up for a fourth time. When I pitched over the edge into a blinding orgasm, he grunted and growled out his own pleasure as he jerked inside of me, filling me with his cum. I tightened my Kegel muscles around him. He moaned and his eyes rolled back as he twitched.
After we were done coming and had wrung the last bit of release out of each other, he collapsed beside me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a tender kiss. We spent a few minutes doing that while we recovered. When we could move, he took me to the bathroom, so we could clean up. When we got back in bed, I yawned. He smiled and gave me a kiss. “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams. Love you.”
“Love you too, Damian. Sweet dreams.” I think I fell asleep before I even got done saying the words.
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I couldn’t believe they’d done that! They’d gone behind my back and had someone investigate me. Investigate what happened all those years ago with Mercer. How could they do that to me? Now, not only did they know what he did, so did someone else. It would only be a matter of minutes before the entire club knew. I didn’t need or want their looks of pity or sympathy. They didn’t know what it was like to have the man you called dad do those things to you. They didn’t know how dirty and ashamed it made me feel.
I looked at Outlaw and my dad and I wanted to scream. I hated them. I’d never forgive them for this. Why couldn’t they have waited for me to tell them my history? I didn’t want them to know my secret, but I knew that at some point, they needed to know. Outlaw needed to know. However, he couldn’t give me that. He had to go digging. I should have known a guy like him would do that. Digging into people’s lives was what he did. I’d foolishly thought he wouldn’t do it to me.
How could he ever look at me the same again? He’d said something about knowing what it was like to have a dad who beat you. I assumed he meant him. That was something he hadn’t shared with me and I hadn’t gone snooping to find it out. As they yelled at me to stop, I looked at Outlaw and mouthed, fuck you and then I hit the gas. They thought that damn gate was going to stop me, but they were wrong. I was leaving! I’d get the hell out of Hunters Creek and they’d never see me again. As I hit the gate, I realized something was terribly wrong. It didn’t move and the shock of the impact rolled through me like a tidal wave. The screech of metal on metal, and then the excruciating pain, lit my body up. My head slammed forward, hitting the steering wheel, a blinding flash and then nothing.
I sat up in bed gasping and shaking. I looked around in confusion. Where was I? Outlaw snapped on the bedside lamp and moved closer. He reached out for me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
I slapped his hand away. His face registered his shock. I glared at him.
“Don’t baby me. Did you forget to tell me something, Outlaw? Something about the day I wrecked?”
His face registered his dismay, and he closed his eyes. I threw back the covers. I was getting the hell out of here before I hurt him. He opened his eyes and jumped across the bed. He got out and onto his feet to stand in front of me. I wasn't fast enough with this cast on my damn leg. “Move,” I growled.
He shook his head no. “No, I'm not moving. You’re right, I do need to talk to you about the accident. I was waiting for you to get better.”
I snorted. “Yeah, I bet. I bet you thought you’d gotten off scot-free. I didn’t remember and you could go along like it never happened. Like you didn’t betray my trust!” I shouted.
“I didn’t mean to betray your trust, Tarin! I swear to God that wasn’t my intent. I knew something was off with the way the divorce happened between your mom and Mercer. Why would he have given her all that and never contested it or tried to even fight for you?”
“And you just had to find out, didn’t you? You always have to have the answers, Outlaw. I should have remembered that and not thought I would be the exception because you supposedly cared about me.” I set my feet on the floor. I shoved at his legs. He didn’t move.
“I do care about you. I love you, dammit! I fucked up. I admit it. Your dad and I were going to tell you about Petrillo’s investigation as soon as he left.”
I lay back and moved like I was going to the other side of the bed. He ran around it. I rolled quickly back to my side and stood up. I wavered on my one leg since my crutches were out of reach. He came running back to me. His hand came out to grab my arm. I snapped at him. “So help me God, if you touch me, I’ll scream this fucking compound to the ground. We’re done here. I’m getting dressed and then I’m leaving.”