I expected her to be shocked. What I hadn’t expected was the explosion of emotions inside me, upon seeing her. I was happy to be inches away, yet regretful for what I’d told her in the visitor’s room.
The love I felt for her burned in my chest. It was so intense.
My eyes drifted down to her stomach, to her thighs where she’d singed her flesh. Anger flared in me, ready to spank her ass for harming herself. In my next breath, sadness choked me up. One emotion battled with another for room in my mind.
But desire overpowered everything else….
I grabbed her by the hand, reeled her into the living room, and kicked the door closed. I flew at her like a bee to honey, crushing my lips to hers. I was sloppy and wild with my affections, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass. My woman was finally here. I would damn well kiss the fuck out of her any way I wanted.
She whimpered as I pressed her into the wall, pawing at her body through her coat. It was all I needed to continue. Jumping her bones wasn’t part of my original plan, but this woman,my woman, was fucking irresistible. I pushed my tongue past her perfect red lips and melted as I tasted her.
Another soft moan tickled my ears. Fuck, yeah. Roja wanted me.
I buried my hands in her silky hair, holding her head just the way I liked, to deepen the kiss. My heart pounded in my chest as a rush of absolute euphoria overcame me. My dick ached like an impatient motherfucker while I dominated her mouth, licking and sucking. Nipping her plump lips with my teeth. I had to have her. Right the fuck now.
Tara mewled and wiggled against me, seeking out my cock like a needy little minx. She rubbed against my thigh, guiding me, begging me to continue.
The drooling motherfucker in my jeans pushed against the zipper, trying to force his way out. This was how my dick responded when Roja breathed our air. It was ridiculous to be fully erect in less than ten seconds. Pulsing. Dripping. Straining for her sweet pussy. Hell, my cock and I were both angry as fuck to not be inside her. It felt so fucking good to throb and ache for a woman who awakened everything dead inside me.
Growling like an animal, I ground my hard-as-steel pecker into her pelvis, relishing the pleasure it gave me. It wasn’t enough. I needed so much more. I was the most backed up I’d been since before I was a prospect for KLMC. After I got patched, I could have all the pussy I needed.Needed,as in a release. Notneeded,like I couldn’t live without them—as I felt for Tara. I’d been without my woman too damn long.
The kitten meowed behind me. I’d left her on the sofa when Tara’s headlights flashed through the living room window, anxious as all-get-out to see my woman. Hollywood had sent me the “head doctor’s” name while he waited for Tara outside the medical building. He’d tailed Tara after she had kicked copper out of her house. A quick Google search and I found out Dr. Kelly was a mental health therapist.
The kitten meowed again.
Tara froze at the sound, ending the kiss. “You son of a bitch!” Rage sparked in her captivating eyes. I should’ve braced for her wrath instead of smirking as if I’d outsmarted her.
“How dare you come here!” Her knee vaulted up, hitting me square in the balls.
Pain sent me dropping onto the floor, clutching the family jewels. I writhed, tears pooling in my eyes, unable to breathe.Christ, I might vomit.
I squeezed my eyes, clenching my jaw, cupping my nuts, willing myself to not bust her ass the second I could react without crying out in pain.
Tara fell on her knees beside me. “Hero? I… I didn’t mean to…”
I heard her, but fuck if I gave a shit about anything she had to say while I died on the floor. Her hand grazed my head. I jerked away from the cruel bitch. Kneeing a man in the balls was the mother of all offenses. Especially when the dude didn’t deserve it.
Or did I?
Fuck if I cared one way or the other.
“Should… should I call an ambulance?”
I cracked open an eye, hearing the tremble in her voice. “No.” I gritted my teeth to not writhe in agony like a pussy.
“Big guy, I didn’t think kneeing you would work. I’d seen it done in the movies, never in real life. I’m sorry.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t be in my house. You shouldn’t have kissed me like that after I told you we were over. But I shouldn’t have hurt you like this either…” The genuine concern in her voice had me relaxing.
I panted through the agony. “Clearly.”
“Did you break out of jail?” Her voice shook as she gripped my bicep, squeezing like I’d vanish into thin air. “Are you a wanted man?”
All I could do was breathe and hold my crotch. Did she really fucking believe I could have a conversation right now? I was literally dying on her living room floor and she fucking wanted to know if I’d escaped.
Was I angry? No. This vulnerable, scared side reminded me of when we were held by the Hunters. Despite the unbearable pain in my lower region, my fury faded.
The kitten ambled over to my face, brushing against my forehead. I so didn’t need this. I wasn’t an animal person.
Tara picked her up. “Luna, leave him alone baby. He’s in a lot of pain.” She grimaced, looking guilty as hell.