“Babe,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want you in the worst way, my little rose. I want to be inside you so badly, but we can’t…not for a few more days.”
“A few days?” I asked.
“Doc’s orders,” he smiled. “I asked.”
“You did not!” I gasped and looked at him with my eyes as wide as they could go, my cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, cupping my jaw. He was being serious and I loved him for being so careful with me and taking the time to make sure I was cared for properly.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He grabbed the remote and kicked off his boots before climbing behind me on the couch. I laid down with my head on the fluffy pillows and my back rested against his chest. I closed my eyes and let his warmth seep into me as he flipped channels on the television.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked, sliding his arm carefully under my pillow, so that my head was close to his face. He kissed me softly on the cheek and continued surfing through the channels.
“I really don’t care,” I shrugged.
He settled on a movie and dropped the remote on the end table by our heads. I closed my eyes when he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kissed me one more time as he settled in to watch the movie.
My thoughts strayed to the past month and how I’d so quickly fallen for the rockstar. He wouldn’t let me get away, even though I tried. We hadn’t talked more about Lila, other than when we made up after our first fight. I didn’t know if he was completely over her or not. I hated that I looked like her, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.
He’d told me he was falling in love with me, but he still hadn’t come right out and said the words directly. There were so many times I wanted to say them in the hospital, but I was too scared to utter ‘I love you’ to him when he least expected it.
He would be leaving in a few weeks to go back out on the road for a couple of months. I hadn’t had a chance to check the tour schedule on the band’s website to see where he would be playing. He’d be home about two weeks before school started up in the fall and then after that, I had no clue what to expect from our relationship.
What I did know? I knew that I loved him.
Chapter 22
Kiera and I had to cancel the trip to Florida. After the surgery, it was just too risky for me to be leaving town. I was feeling great, two and a half weeks post-op, but no one would let me lift a finger. I was still staying with Donovan, and I’d come to think of this place as home.
We still hadn’t been intimate since the surgery and I was currently sitting in his indoor pool, wearing a very sexy, hot pink bikini, hoping he would cave and ravish my body. It’d been too long. I loved the fact that he was taking such good care of me, but damn!
He was in his office, finishing up a call with Pearce. He’d already changed into a pair of swimming trunks, and told me to meet him in the pool once I was ready. Well, I was poised and far past ready. When he came into the room, I heard him curse once his eyes landed on my body.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he growled, setting down his phone on the table by the door. He was shirtless and his hair was pulled up into a messy man bun. His eyes turned dark, and the next thing I knew, he was in the pool, scooping me up into his arms. One arm around my waist and the other lightly cupping the back of my head.
“I love you,” he breathed against my lips. I swear my heart stopped in my chest for half of a second before it exploded, galloping with frenzy at finally hearing his words.
“I love you, Donovan,” I whispered.
“I come as a fully loaded package, babe,” he smiled. “What you see is what you get and I’m hoping you will want what I’m offering. I never thought I could love again, but I have and it’s stronger than I ever imagined.”
“Oh, Donovan,” I said, tears welling up at the corners of my eyes.
“You know I have to leave soon, babe?” he whispered.
“I know, but it isn’t goodbye,” I stated, with a ton of conviction.
“No, it’s not goodbye,” he smiled. “Never goodbye.”
I moaned into his lips as his tongue demanded entrance. The fire in his touch set my body ablaze with need. My hands grasped at his shoulders as he lowered me onto the second step of the pool. He still held my head as his teeth grazed a path from my lips, to my jaw, and finally, my ear. He bit the lobe and soothed away the pain with his teeth. I felt his erection press between my legs as he molded his body to mine.
His hand around my waist slid to my hip so he could pull at the strings on the side of my bikini, the material floating away as he released it. My top followed quickly after, drifting away in the same direction as my bottoms.
His teeth found the spot where my neck and shoulder met, his teeth sinking into the flesh. His touch was rough, demanding, and exactly what I needed. Desire pooled in my sex, dampening me with the slick lubricant to guide him into my body.
At no time did he release his hold on the back of my head. Donovan handled me carefully in the palm of his hand, while the other trailed down my body, stopping at my nipple. He used his thumb to roll the hardened tip, pinching it to give me that bite of pain I needed…that he knew I wanted.
Blindly, I reached for his shorts, feeling the material beneath my fingers. Before I could get ahold of the material to push them down, Donovan grasped my hand and pulled it behind my back, making me useless against his attentions.
“Mine,” he growled, dropping his lips to my breasts that were bobbing above the water. He nuzzled his beard between them, before taking one with his mouth. The warmth from his tongue caused my body to squirm. As he held my arm at my back, I was useless against his assault. The one hand I did have free was anchored to his shoulder. My nails bit into his skin, pulling him closer. He repeated the same torture on my other breast, circling it with his chin before sucking it hard into his mouth.
I yelped as he stood up out of the water with me in his arms. Our lips connected again as he began to walk. My back hit the wooden lounge chair in the corner of the room and I smiled when he pushed his shorts down quickly, kicking them off to the side.
“Open for me,” he demanded, placing a knee on the chair. When I opened my legs, he groaned at the sight and used his hands to wrap around my thighs, pushing them further out to the side. My feet were placed on the floor on either side of the chair. “When I tell you to open for me, I want you like this.” He growled his words as our eyes met. He’d pushed my legs so wide that I was open completely, not one inch of my body was hidden from his view.
His face buried between my legs. My eyes closed as he lapped at my sex, nibbling on the wet folds. The towel beneath me scratched my skin lightly as I arched my back in pleasure. I felt his hands slide up and over my hips. His large hands, like shackles, held me in place. I couldn’t writhe under his tongue. I couldn’t move, and that excited me more than the pain I needed.
I sighed heavily when he released my clit from between his teeth. Kissing a trail up my stomach, he licked a wet path up my right side. He paused to nip at the bottom swell of my breast, causing me to yelp. When he kissed the spot he’d bitten, I moaned my approval.
“Kiss me, love,” he said, before taking my lips. I could taste my essence on him as he took both of my hands into one of his and forced them up and over my head. He used his other hand to grasp his cock, dragging it through my sex, coating him with my moisture.
“Donovan,” I begged. “I need you, please.”
With my legs still out to the side, he pushed inside me, reaching for my knee so that he could pull it up over the tops of his thighs. He tapped the other leg, silently demanding I lift it for him. My hands were still clasped in his as he held my hands down, slowly torturing me with deep, solid strokes. Occasionally, he would still once he was buried deep and rotate his hips, hitting the spot that always prepared me to fall over the edge.
“
I want to be hard on you…rough,” he growled. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I breathed. “Please, Donovan. You know…you know I need it. I’ll beg, but please don’t make me.” He knew I needed it hard and had given it to me like I craved, every time that we’d been together. I didn’t want gentle. Even when we made love slow and sweet, he knew that I needed to be fucked hard when I came.
“I know you do, my little rose,” he said, leaning over to kiss me, biting my lip hard as he pulled away. The warmth that spread through the area felt amazing, exactly what I needed.
Leaning back on his heels, he continued to thrust in a hard rhythm that made my body heat. My hands were still held above my head with his left, but the thumb on his right massaged my clit, adding pressure with each inward thrust of his delicious cock.
“Come for me, Heather,” he demanded.
“I…I can’t,” I moaned, feeling him move inside, over me. “I need more, please.”
Donovan immediately leaned forward and removed his finger from my clit. I gasped when he took my chin with his thumb and forefinger, holding my face in place so he could stare into my eyes. At no time did his deep thrust falter. “Do you need the pain, babe? Tell me. Please, love. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I groaned at his words.
“You know I do,” I blushed, trying to turn my head, but he was having none of that. I gasped when his hand left my chin and a stinging slap cracked against my ass. The resonating sound echoed off the walls. Oh, God. That felt amazing.
“Do. You. Need. It?” he snarled. I loved it when he talked like that. I loved the demanding tone to his voice, and I damn well loved him.
“Please,” I said, raising my hips to give him better access.
“Make yourself come, little rose,” he commanded.
I slid my fingers between us, my middle finger rolling my clit as he commanded me. For a moment, I closed my eyes and felt another stinging slap to my ass. I begged for more as his hand rubbed the warm spot on my ass cheek that he’d punished while his cock hit every delicious nerve inside me. I reached between us and pinched my clit, rolling it just the right way.
A quickening, a deep feeling, coiled inside. My sex clamped down on him…and I was flying, again. A keening sound ripped from my throat as he hammered into me. He stopped, buried his face into my neck, and released weeks of need into me. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him flush against my chest. He made a sound of protest that he was too heavy, but I ignored him, and I didn’t let him go.
He’d given me what I needed…what I craved. I sighed heavily as he raised his body from my own. I was too spent to even open my eyes, but Donovan had me in his arms before I could protest, carrying me toward his bedroom. As he slid into the bed beside me, I felt his lips against my temple, “Sleep, my beautiful girl. I love you.”
Kiera picked me up to run me to my apartment the next day. Donovan was doing a radio interview with the band, and I was in desperate need of some things from my home. She drove her little BMW, the sunroof open and her windows down. On the radio, we listened to Ares Revenge talk about the upcoming second leg of their tour.
“That man loves you,” she said, pulling up to my apartment.
“I know he does,” I smiled, remembering the first time he’d told me.
“What are you going to do when he leaves?” she asked, meeting me at the front of her car. She was just as protective over me as was Donovan. She didn’t let me walk anywhere alone, in fear that I would fall and hurt myself.
“I’m going to wait for him to come home to me,” I smiled, shrugging. I’d been thinking long and hard about our relationship. Now that I knew him better, I trusted him to be faithful, to be mine. I stifled a giggle when I thought about the many times he’d growled into my neck, as we made love, that I was his. Mine! Mine! Mine! I swore it was his favorite word.
“Heather…Kiera?” We both turned to see Trenton standing on the curb, his hands were in his pockets.
“What the fuck do you want?” Kiera said, placing her body in front of me. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and dialed 911 without hitting send. If he was just here to apologize and leave, then I wouldn’t turn him in to the cops. If he even breathed on me wrong, then he was toast.
“Do you know about that girl?” he asked, rolling his eyes at whatever he was thinking. “Lila Murphy?” He looked horrible, like he hadn’t had a shower in days. There were dark circles under his eyes and a few days growth on his face.
“Yes, I do, Trenton,” I answered. “It’s old news. That happened three years ago.”
“He took her from me,” he spat. “He’s no good for you, Heather. Donovan Milano is a bad, bad man. Lila was to be mine.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Ask him,” he laughed, sarcastically. “Ask him how he brainwashed her into loving him and not me!” Kiera stepped back, pushing her body into mine, as Trenton moved toward us. I heard the click of her remote, signaling the locks had been opened on her car.
“Stop right there,” Kiera warned, as Trenton took another step in our direction.
“She was mine!” Trenton roared, his face turning red with anger. “You were mine!”
“I was never yours, Trenton,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
“It’s time for us to go,” Kiera said, reaching for the passenger side door, pulling it open. She shoved me until I fell into the seat. Trenton started forward as she ran around to the driver’s side, jumping in her seat. “He’s fucking nuts!”
“Kiera!” I gasped and turned my head, just as Trenton reached my window. He had something in his hand, something big. As he raised it into the air, I realized he had a rock. Kiera cursed and started the car. My finger, that had been poised over the call button on my phone, tapped the send button.
When she threw the car in reverse, Trenton’s hand crashed down onto the window, shattering it. The rock hit my forearm, causing me to cry out from the shock and pain of impact. Glass pebbles rained down over me as I heard, “911. What is your emergency?”
Kiera snatched the phone out of my hand as she sped away from my apartment, leaving Trenton standing on the curb, his hands thrown in the air as he yelled for me to come back.
Kiera’s frantic voice spilled out what had happened at my apartment and the address to Donovan’s, where she was taking me. “You can meet us there,” she growled. “I’m not taking her back. Please send an ambulance, because her face is bleeding.”
I gasped and grabbed for the visor, slapping at it to get it to pull down. I moved the slider over the mirror and cried out when I saw several bloody scratches where the glass had hit my face. There was a large spot that welled up with blood under my eye, my cheekbones were scratched the worst, and my jaw was peppered with tiny red dots. I looked down at my arm at the bruise that was forming from the rock that he’d thrown through the window. The rock was laying in the floorboard between my feet.
“Are you okay? Your head?” Kiera asked. I couldn’t form words as tears ran down my face, mixing with the blood. A few pink, blood-laced tears had soaked into my shirt where they’d dripped off my chin. I didn’t realize I was crying that hard.
“I think I’m okay. He didn’t hit my head,” I swallowed. “My arm hurts, but it’s not broken.” I held it up and moved it from side to side, showing her that my forearm wasn’t as bad as it looked.
When we pulled up in front of Donovan’s house, two police cars were already there, waiting for us to arrive. Kiera opened the gate to his courtyard and motioned for the police to follow. Once inside, she parked the car and jumped out to meet the two uniformed officers. An ambulance arrived only seconds later.
A tall man, not much older than myself, hurried over to Kiera’s car. I was still sitting in stunned silence in the passenger side, not moving from my seat. “Ma’am, my name is John, may I take a look at your face?”
“Sure,” I whispered, turning to look at him. My eyes pricked w
ith unshed tears as I stared over the man’s shoulder. Why had Trenton done this? Why was he so concerned that I knew about Lila? Why was he saying that she’d been his, but Donovan stole her away?
Kiera was talking to the police, her hands waving in the air with her anger. Her cheeks were flushed as red as her hair. At one point, I had to look away, because she was motioning to her head as if she were describing my surgery to the policeman.
He looked over toward me, his eyes full of pity. I closed my eyes and let the paramedic blot my face with a wet piece of gauze, “Looks like just a few cuts, ma’am.”
“I’m fine,” I replied. I was about to say something else, but I froze when I heard the unmistakable sound of a Harley…his Harley. Tears fell from my eyes as I struggled to get out of the car. I didn’t even realize that my seatbelt was still across my chest. It took me several tries before I was able to exit. I pushed the paramedic aside and started for him, almost running.
Donovan had stopped his bike, climbing off in a rush. He opened his arms and I was engulfed in his warm embrace, “Heather! What the fuck happened?”
I couldn’t speak, just cry. He pulled back, taking my face into his hands. His voice darkened along with his eyes when he saw the small cuts on my face, “Heather, please. Come on, tell me.”
“Trenton,” I cried, unable to form words. I heard Kiera rush over, her voice near panic as she hurriedly replayed the events that led up to him coming home. I was suddenly in Donovan’s arms, my face buried in his neck.
He rushed forward, ignoring the police and paramedics. The cool blast of air from his home caused me to shiver as he rushed inside, taking me straight to his room.
He took my face in his hands, his eyes roamed over my cut face again, now that we were in better light. “I’ll kill him!”
“No,” I shivered. “You stay away from him.”
“He touched what’s mine,” he growled. “He’s a walking dead man.”
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