-RORY-
I walked into the living room, staring at the front door in bewilderment. “Well, blow my dick with a rubber hose. What the fuck was that?”
“Geneva apologized.” Hindley shook her head, looking as if she were in a daze.
“You’re not seriously thinking of forgiving that bitch, are you?”
She remained quiet.
“Hindley.”
“Rory.”
“That bitch drugged me.”
“I know.” She moved closer, sliding her arms around my waist.
God, she felt good against my body. My dick sprung to life, but I chose to ignore it until we got this shit with Geneva straight. “I refuse to let anyone hurt you again.”
“You’re in for a very long life with me, Mr. Gregor.” She grinned. “Hurting people and being hurt can’t be prevented, I’m afraid.”
I ran my palms over her shiny mane of golden hair. “I’ll never hurt you again, Hindley,” I whispered, trying hard not to remember what all I’d put her through over the last month.
“Rory, we’ll both hurt each other. Maybe not intentionally.”
“I swear, Hindley, I won’t.” And I meant it.
“You’re hurting me right now,” she whispered.
I dropped my hands and stepped back. “Oh my God, is it your arm? I’m so sorry.”
“No.” She giggled. “Here.” She took my hands in hers and placed one on her breast and the other between her legs.
“Hindley!” I shrieked like a little girl, pulling away.
She laughed.
Her amusement made my heart swell. And my dick. This sexual predator blossoming inside of her was arousing, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
“I’m serious, Rory. I haven’t had sex with you in weeks and I’m aching for your touch.”
Oh, shit. Aching?
I’d slept next to her every night for a week since she’d come home from the hospital and every night, I’d had to take an ice-cold shower. Being within two inches of Hindley Hagen always made my dick rock hard, but I’d been holding back on doctor’s orders. Now, with her mocha eyes staring back at me, I couldn’t resist.
I cupped her face and drew her in for a gentle kiss before stepping back. Her eyes were still closed but her pouty lips parted in a smile. My dick nearly broke through my jeans just thinking about our earlier encounter.
“Rory,” she whispered.
I held my breath.
“Please,” she sighed, her eyes still closed.
I skimmed my hands across her collarbone and down toward her chest, watching for any sign this was too much. Seeing nothing but a pleasure-filled smile, I moved lower, massaging both nipples through her thin top. I twisted and tugged on them just the way she loved, and smiled at her light moans.
“Do you know what day it is, Hindley?” I breathed against her lips.
“No. What day is it?” She swayed, her face glowing with desire.
“I asked, do you know what day it is?”
“Uh uh,” she whimpered.
My hands roamed down her sides and my thumbs hooked into the elastic of her pajama bottoms. I knelt in front of her, sliding them down with me.
Her hands rested on my shoulders for balance as she raised each foot in turn to allow me to remove the pants completely.
I gently stroked one hand up the back of her thigh to cup her ass as I let the other trail over her Hello Kitty panties.
“Ah, Rory.” Her body convulsed as her nails dug into my shoulders.
There would be marks tomorrow, and I was totally okay with that.
“It’s Thursday, baby,” I whispered against her inner thigh. “T,” I said, tracing along the embroidered letter on her underwear with just enough pressure to drive her crazy. I kissed the soft material before pulling away. “H.” I continued with the same motion.
She panted with desire.
“U. R.” I breathed against her skin, tracing the letters as they moved dangerously close to the spot I knew would drive her insane. “S.” I licked the letter with my tongue.
“Oh, God, Rory,” she whimpered. “You’re killing me.”
“D-A-Y,” I ended quickly before gently kissing the familiar face of the Hello Kitty character sitting in the center of the panties. “That spells Thursday, Hindley.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck how you spell Thursday, just get your face down in my hello kitty before I pass out.”
My head fell back as I bellowed with laughter. That was the funniest thing I’d ever heard in my life, and coming from a woman as rich and refined as Hindley Hagen made it even more hilarious. God, she was so sexually charged, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. So was I.
“Are you sure?” I chuckled.
“Rory!” she shouted, pounding my shoulder with her fist.
“Ow!” I cried out in real pain.
She grabbed the sides of my head and tilted it up so I had no choice but to stare at her. Her hair fell forward, framing her angelic face. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, and her eyes were glazed over with longing and need.
It was all over. If I didn’t take care of her, and soon, she might kill me. But I waited patiently, allowing her to take control this time.
She sat on the arm of the couch, tugging my hips until they nestled into the crook of her spread thighs.
My dick was throbbing. I wanted to take her so bad, but this was about Hindley. I sank down to my knees and spread her legs even further apart. As I positioned my mouth directly in front of her hello kitty, I blew warm air over her exposed flesh.
Her body wobbled and she nearly rolled off the sofa.
“Hold on to me, baby,” I whispered.
Her fingers slid into my hair as she gently massaged my head.
Fuck! I was supposed to be bringing her pleasure, taking care of her needs. Instead, her gentle caress was about to make me shoot off a load in my damn pants.
I curled one finger around her panties and tugged them to the side, exposing the most delicious part of her body. My tongue ran across her once, twice, three times, applying the perfect pressure. Before I could stroke her a fourth, she cried out in release, her body quivering from her climax. I’d wanted it to last longer, but obviously she was more pent up with desire than I’d realized.
Wanting to draw out her release, I remained in position, my hands and mouth constantly in motion as her orgasm rolled on. She’d been craving this for weeks, and honestly, so had I. But I’d denied her, much to my own pain and suffering. For once, someone else’s needs had been above my own. I’d been more concerned about Hindley’s recovery than my need to be inside her.
When she finally stilled, I dragged her into my arms, satisfied with my efforts as her body went limp. She was completely wasted and worn out. “Thursday.” I smiled against her ear.
“Thursday.” She giggled. “The best day of the week.”
Her light laughter was my undoing.
I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. Her drooping eyes and limp body warned me she was ready for sleep, not sex. Shit. Now I’d have to spend the next two hours in a freezing shower. Again.
She sat up, her face within inches of my mid-section. Her hand rubbed against the bulging denim.
Stars exploded in the back of my head.
She slowly undid the button and slid down the zipper.
I wanted her lips around me, but I needed to be inside of her more. Gently taking her wrists in my hand, I pulled them away from my pants.
Her dark brown eyes peered up at me, her thick lashes fanning out over her lids.
God, she was beautiful.
Her brow creased and her delicious lips curled down in a frown.
“Not like this,” I said. “I have to be inside of you right now. I need to show you how much I love you.”
A wanton smile spread across her face. She understood this wasn’t about sex. It was about my need to become part of her.
She pushed back onto the bed, making room for me as she slid off her panties. “Thursday.” She giggled, throwing them at me.
“Oh, you’re bad, Miss Hagen.”
“You made me bad, Mr. Gregor.”
“That I did. And now I plan to take full advantage of you.”
“Promise?” She laughed.
I worked double time to rid myself of my clothes, jumping on top of her, wedging my knees between her thighs. She was still soaking wet from earlier and I knew no matter how hard I tried, this wasn’t going to last long.
“Do we need a condom?” I asked. A month had passed since I’d made love to her, and in that time, I had no idea what she’d done. My mind filled with horrific images of her having sex with other men, them touching her and fondling her.
“Come back to me,” she whispered, tapping my temple.
I shook my head, focusing on the sex goddess lying underneath me, a place she was born to be. “I’m here.” I laughed.
“No condom, baby,” she answered.
Shit, this was gonna be over before it even started. Skin on skin with Hindley would be like heaven.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I nestled between her legs, my dick rubbing against her.
“Why?”
“This isn’t going to take long,” I confessed, hoping she’d understand.
“That’s okay. You’ve got the rest of your life to make it up to me.”
Before she said another word, I slid inside her, trying to control my own desire.
She cupped my ass, pulling me in deeper. “More, Rory,” she pleaded.
I thrust in deeper as our bodies took one another to an unworldly place of unconditional love that shook me to my core. It was the place where the lost boy inside me hid.
Our bodies rocked against one another in perfect rhythm, pushing us higher to release.
“I love you, Rory,” she shouted as we came together.
“I love you, baby,” I whispered into her neck.
Blinking back tears, I was overtaken by emotions that I’d held inside for years. No matter what happened to either of us, I vowed to never let Hindley go. I was hers, she was mine, and I would love her, unconditionally, for the rest of our lives.