Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,55

pump that gorgeous cock into my hand.”

His breath caught as I took in a deep inhale. His eyes captured mine and refused to let go. A war waged behind those dilated blue eyes. I won, because he drew the curtain in one angry motion. His fingers worked his belt and he unzipped his jeans, letting his colorful, tatted cock heft forward. He unlocked the side-rail and let it fall down with a clang. He sat beside me on the bed with his back to the door and grabbed my hand to grip his cock, squeezing until the rings bit into my palm. He wanted pain. And I wanted to get him off…give him want he wanted—needed. I squeezed and dug my nails into him. He moaned, throwing his head back, and I’d give anything to climb onto that colorful dick and enjoy every last one of those rings slowly. That reality wasn’t today, though.

“Kiss me…”

His eyes locked on mine and he cursed under his breath. He licked my bottom lip in one swipe, and then sucked it into his mouth refusing to release it. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his mouth, and started to move my hand. There was no gliding. It was dry, and only his loose skin rose and fell with my strokes. His hand was firm on my neck, but careful not to pull. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I continued to pump, squeezing until my hand was numb. Who needs a hand, right? Not when you have a cock that looked like that in it. Harder and harder I went until his knees started to shake…never releasing him. His tongue fought for the control I allowed, as he allowed me to control his cock. I hit a good stride, despite my arm feeling nearly dead. After another minute, he thrust his hips upward. Our kiss broke and he released a deep moan that went straight to my clit. All his pent-up emotions erupted into my hand, leaving his thick, creamy load behind.

“Fuck. There’s something dirty about a hospital hand-job.” He chuckled, handing me the tissue box and grabbing a few for himself. He then pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer offering me some.

“Really? You’re worried about germs?” I laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day my dirty Dom was worried about being clean.”

“Not for myself, but for her,” he said, covering Bella with the blanket that lay beside her.

I worked the sanitizer through my hands and watched him fawn over her. There was still a rigidity to his posture, but less pronounced. I smiled, hoping some of it had to do with his father, and the rest by my own hand.

He yawned, his face looking worn and his eyes tired. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why don’t you go home and get a good night’s sleep.”

“No. I’m not leaving you.” He crossed his arms, ready to argue with me.

“All I meant was you look exhausted. Do you really want to sleep here again? When you can be home, getting things ready for us?”

“Everything’s ready. So there’s nothing to do. Besides, we have staff and Chance.”

That was true, and I know everything I needed to get done was done weeks ago. I needed another way to convince him. “Listen, I can’t sleep soundly with you here, knowing how uncomfortable you are. Do you know what would make me happy?”

“What?”

“Having you come to pick up Bella and me completely refreshed, and smelling like my man…looking like my delicious rock star,” I said. “When was the last time you shaved, wolf-man? You know how much I love when you have a clean shave.” I gave him the pouty face he loved to indulge.

“I know what you’re doing and it was pretty rock-star getting a hand-job ten minutes ago. And there was no complaint uttered when I practically ate your face for dessert. So, fuck that. Deal with it.” He released a low grumble. “I’m going to ask the nurse if you can eat this food.” He held up the takeout bag and pushed the baby to the side of my bed before leaving the room.

I promised Cindy I’d touch base with her. They didn’t want to impose and were being respectful of our bonding time which I found to be incredibly sweet, mature, and suspicious as all hell. I suspected her and Woody might’ve rekindled their romance.

Me: Hey. I’ll be home tomorrow.

Cindy: Hey love. Best news I’ve heard all day. Can I