by C. Morgan
I didn’t need that kind of negativity right now. Especially not when I was finally being the assertive girl I’d always wanted to be. Who’d have thought it’d take a dick like him to bring it out in me?
But he did. Because when he was around, the impossible seemed within easy reach and the usual felt too tame. Which was probably exactly what made him such a monumentally bad idea, but when his lips molded to mine and his hand snaked up to grip the back of my neck, I happily waved rational thought goodbye.
Chapter 24
BRYSEN
Well, this is unexpected.
After the session we’d had, the last thing I thought she’d do near the end of it was to kiss me. I wasn’t complaining, though. She was hot, smart, and she was turning out to be a real firecracker. If she wanted me, she could have me. My body, anyway.
Besides, she wasn’t the only one who’d felt the air between us charge with sexual energy while we’d been talking. The subject of our conversation hadn’t been sexy at all, but we just… connected.
Like I could tell her shit and talk to her while not having the way she looked at me change. I liked that. A lot.
I also liked that she’d gone after what she wanted just now. Girls often flirted with me, but they very seldom made the first actual move. It was like they were too scared of my reaction to take it that far.
Ruby wasn’t scared of me, though. She’d taken the brunt of my anger and even after I’d made her cry, she’d still told me what we were about to do. And then she’d stayed with me when I’d asked her to.
Tons of firsts for me.
While I’d definitely felt the attraction between us building again, I hadn’t planned on doing anything about it. I figured I’d pushed my luck with her enough for one session and that if I wanted her to continue being my therapist, which I did, that I should back off.
She hadn’t exactly made a secret out of the fact that she was less than thrilled with me after our first time together. Because of that, I’d decided against going in for the kill again. Despite her thinking that I’d mostly been an asshole because of my injury, I knew better. I gelled with her as my therapist and if she was willing to keep working with me, then I’d thought that jerking off over her later was better than actually trying anything.
But since this was coming from her, I had nothing to worry about. Which was fucking great. The only tiny bit of concern poking at my brain like an attention-starved pre-teen was that I usually didn’t do repeat performances if the girl wasn’t on the same page as me.
That was especially true in this case. While I very much doubted that Ruby had romanticized our hook up in her head, she’d also obviously had different expectations about how things would go after. If I pissed her off again, she could refuse to keep working with me even if she was the one who initiated this.
Repeats were fine by me as long as the girl wanted what I did after, which was nothing. In Ruby’s case, I didn’t know if that was true. At the same time, she’d seen me at my worst and she was still here. She also knew now that I wouldn’t cuddle or coddle her when we were done, and she was still kissing me.
“Lock the door,” I growled into her mouth, making a decision on the fly. I’d never played it safe before and I wasn’t going to start now.
With her cheeks slightly pink and her breathing a touch faster than usual already, she got up and flipped the lock. As she sashayed back to me, she flicked a finger in my direction. “I’ve got one condition.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
She motioned around the room. “I could get into serious trouble for doing this here if you breathe a word about it to anyone this time.”
“I know you could, and it turns me on that you’re willing to risk it anyway,” I said without skipping a beat. “Get over here. We’re going to have to make do with that padded mat thing.”
It completely covered one whole part of the floor, which at least meant we’d have some space. Ruby took my arm and helped me hobble over to it. Having to be escorted to the place where I was about to fuck her wasn’t hot. Neither was the awkward lowering maneuver we had to work together to do to get me onto the mat.
A part of me rebelled against it. It made those thoughts of feeling like a cripple surge through me all over again, but I fought them back. Ruby was one of the only people in the world who’d actually seen me doing this and struggling with it before. It was nothing new to her, and she knew exactly how to help in the most efficient, most dignified—if I could even call it that—way.
Besides, as soon as my ass hit the mat, she lowered herself down on her knees and crept into position between my legs. She draped her arms around my neck and pressed her chest against mine, pushing her fingers into the hair at my nape as she brought her face close to mine and smiled.
“Hi,” she said softly. “You okay?”
“Hey.” I looked into her eyes, but also noticed the sprinkling of freckles on her nose as I wrapped my arms around her waist and tugged her even closer to me. “I’m all good. Some day, I’m going to make it up to you that you keep having to help me and do all the work.”
The pink on her cheeks deepened, her smile light and teasing. “If memory serves, you did all the work last time. I just have to be on top, but I happen to like it there. The view is good. Better than it is from my high horse, anyway.”
“Shut up about that,” I groaned, then laughed before slanting my mouth back over hers. It occurred to me that playful wasn’t my natural setting during sex or anything leading up to it. In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever laughed with a girl before kissing her.
With her fingers tightening in my hair and mine flexing on her hips, we devoured each other until neither of us was laughing anymore. The sounds of our heavy breathing, moans, and lips smacking together filled the air. Between that and her soft body against mine, I was painfully hard in no time.
My hands dropped to the hem of her shirt, and our mouths broke apart for the material to pass between us before they crashed back together again. I felt her legs moving as she kicked off her shoes, then I did the same.
After that, she took off her pants while I slid my shirt over my head between kisses. She was still on her knees between my legs and I was still sitting up, which made it easier to move my hand between her thighs once she was left with only her panties.
The fabric was already getting damp, and she moaned when I brushed my fingertips over the front panel. Her breathing sped up again, her legs moving slightly further apart to give me better access. “Don’t play with me today, Bry. We need to make this fast.”
“We will, but I’m the only one who gets to decide what does and doesn’t happen,” I replied. “Got it?”
“Sure,” she said, but I heard the hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Without even thinking about it, my hand that wasn’t between her legs came down to smack her on her ass. For a second after the sound of my skin connecting with the bare parts of hers where she wasn’t covered by her underwear rang out, she froze.
Her eyes went wide and she pulled back to look at me, then she attacked my mouth with a renewed fervor and managed to get out one word as she squirmed against me. “More.”
I grinned and obliged, smacking her again even though it surprised the shit out of me that she wanted it. More prepared for it this time, she moaned and wiggled her butt under my hand when I rubbed the sting away.
“Oh, wow. No one’s ever done that to me before,” she whispered as she slid her fingers back from my hair to cup my face. “I think I like it.”
“Feel free to come look for me anytime you want it,” I offered graciously, which made her smack me right back. On my shoulder, but still.
We both burst out laughing again, but then I lay back and pulled her with me. My hand sought out the wet space between her legs again, and I moved the panties aside before sliding my fingers into her without any warning.
She gasped and moaned into my mouth, her hips starting to rock as she ground herself into
my hand. With the way we were positioned, she rubbed against my dick with every move she made. And even though I wasn’t even out of my jeans yet, I was getting close. Too fucking close.
Reaching between us with my free hand, I was working on getting my buttons loose when her hands came up to help me. We hadn’t stopped kissing, she was still moaning and rolling her hips, and my fingers were still plunging in and out of her slick heat, but somehow we managed to get my lower half naked too.
The jeans were still dangling around one of my ankles, but I didn’t give a fuck. “There’s a condom in my back pocket. Can you get it?”
“Yep,” she murmured, then moaned when she lost my hand as she scooted down to grab my wallet. She had the protection pinched between her fingers a second later and after I’d put it on, I decided to reward her first.
I’d felt her muscles starting to flutter around my fingers. Moving to get the condom when she had meant that she’d stopped chasing an impending orgasm just to do what I’d asked. Such a fucking good girl.
As she came crawling over me, I shook my head and motioned for her to lie back. She frowned, but didn’t argue. She really is getting the hang of this.
Realizing what I was about to do, she lay down where I’d be able to get her pussy without hurting my leg. She spread her legs wide open without waiting to be told to do it, exposing her glistening folds to me like I had every right to them. And fuck, like she trusts me enough not to be self-conscious about it.
Her back was slightly arched and her hands were splayed out to her sides, but they flew to my head as soon as I buried it between her legs. Obviously conscious of the fact that she couldn’t make too much noise, she clamped her lips together and thrashed around, moaning and whimpering my name instead of screaming it when she came.
When her body finally calmed again, I took her hands and helped her onto me. As she sank down around my shaft, her head fell back in a moment of total, wild abandon that was so fucking sexy that I couldn’t hold back.
Her nipples were puckered to little points and she held onto my chest as she let me fuck her as hard as I could. I thrust up into her, holding onto her hips as my neck strained back. We went at it as fast and rough as we could under the circumstances, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Before I even knew it, my own orgasm was racing up on me. I reached between her legs for her clit, strumming it until I felt her constricting around me. She was already tight but with her muscles contracting, she gripped me so good that there was no point in even trying to control myself.
White hot heat shot up my spine, my toes flexing as I bit out her name when I emptied myself deep inside her. A second after me, she went flying over the edge and collapsed on my chest in a trembling heap when it was done.
We were both breathing hard, and even though it went against everything I believed, I let her stay on top of me while we waited to come back to our own bodies. I even kept my arm draped around her as my fingers stroked her back until I felt her relaxing.
Before I had to ask, she gently climbed off of me and chuckled as she started reaching for her clothes with shaky hands. “That’s not the kind of exercise I thought I’d ever get in this room.”
“No shit,” I agreed, sitting up as well and pulling my shirt back on. “We good?”
“We’re good.” She even flashed me a smile over her shoulder as she got up to put her pants on. “I meant it when I said you couldn’t tell anyone about this, though. We won’t be anywhere near good ever again if it gets out that we just did that.”
I mimed zipping my lips and throwing away the key. “I know, babe. Contrary to what you might think about me right now, your secret is safe with me. I might not be a gentleman, but I know how to keep my damn mouth shut.”
“Good.” She gave me a hand with getting my pants on, then leaned over to press a light, almost playful kiss to my lips once I was safely back in the chair. “Thanks. I needed that. Same time next week?”
When she waggled her eyebrows at me, I burst out laughing again. “You bet, Sprite. Any time.”
Strangely enough, I meant it. It looked like this was one repeat performance I didn’t need to be worried about after all.
Chapter 25
RUBY
Brysen’s recovery had been going really well. It’d been four weeks since he’d gotten out of the hospital and six weeks since his accident. Even though I knew he’d hoped it’d happen faster, he was finally back on his feet. Walking with a cane, which he despised, but walking was walking.
It’d taken a lot of hard work for him to get this far, and I was incredibly proud of him for what he’d already accomplished. In the weeks since our shouting match-turned-tryst in the physical therapy room, we’d spent a lot of time together but nothing physical had happened between us again.
There had been a few kisses, but that was it. We worked our butts off doing the therapy, laughed, talked, and had gotten to know each other a lot better, but we’d also gotten into quite a few more arguments. Our relationship was turning into the most passionate one I’d ever been in—minus the sex.
Although I knew it shouldn’t have been bothering me, the lack of sex was starting to drive me crazy. For the first time in my life, sex was something I actually craved. Correction: Sex with Brysen is what I’m craving.
Every second night, I dreamed about our hook-up at the clinic. It was becoming a real problem, since I woke up so wet and close to the edge that I was afraid that one of these days, I was going to have an orgasm in my sleep and then Hadley would hear me.
Whenever Brysen had an appointment with me, all I could think about was ripping his clothes off and letting him have me all over again. The sex had been that good. So good that it was messing with my head and dragging my attention away from my work as an aide.
Brysen himself, however, was far from good. If I’d thought that the accident would slow him down, I’d have been wrong.
He was still getting in trouble on campus. The only real difference was that he now had an injury he could use to bail himself out when he got into hot water.
For that reason, I hadn’t made another move on him. While I thought about doing it all the time, thinking about doing it and actually doing it were two different things. I had to get my head on straight before I took this thing between us any further.
As for Brysen, he often flirted with me, made suggestive comments, and he definitely still looked at me like he wanted me, but outside of a few lingering touches and steamy kisses, he was keeping his distance from me physically.
Then again, it was also entirely possible that I was overthinking things. The semester was in full swing, we were both busy, and it wasn’t like we often bumped into each other socially. We saw each other at our appointments, sometimes grabbed a coffee or a bite to eat after, and then went our separate ways.
I was already in the therapy room when he came in for his usual appointment. Smiling over my shoulder when I heard him walk in, I paused still half-bent over from packing away the equipment from my previous session when I saw the deep scowl on his face.
Straightening up, I turned and put my hands on my hips as I arched a brow at him. “Uh-oh. Is today going to be one of those days? You look like you dragged a thunder cloud in here with you.”
He was wearing a pair of his dark wash jeans and the usual black shirt under his leather jacket, which was already hanging open. No matter how hard we tried, we still couldn’t get him to wear anything else for his appointments.
His black hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it, he peered out at me from underneath a long lock covering one of his eyes. “It’s not a thunder cloud. It’s the fucking ball and chain that is my parents.”
I pulled my nose up. “So you finally heard from them, huh?”
“Yep.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again, confirming my suspicions about how it’d gotten as tousled looking as it was. “They’re coming here for the Winter Junior Dinner and Fundraiser. My sister’s coming
with them, but that only means we’re both stuck in their company for an entire night.”
“Oh. That.” I grinned despite the annoyance pinching his features. “My parents are coming too. I’m looking forward to seeing them and showing them around.”
“You’re actually excited about it?” He rolled his eyes, but I didn’t miss the tiny hint of a smile that ghosted across his lips. “Never mind. I know you are. You don’t need to say it. I guess I can’t blame you. It must be nice having parents you actually want to see.”
“While you’re full of dread about spending the night with yours,” I said. It wasn’t a question. I knew very well how he felt about his parents and how much of a contrast it was to how I felt about mine. “On the upside, maybe they’ll be so busy schmoozing that they won’t even notice you’re there.”
“They’ve perfected the art of schmoozing and keeping an eye on me at the same time,” he said. “You can bet your perky ass they’ll be keeping an even closer eye on me than usual. Fun times will be had by all.”
In an attempt to lighten his mood, I jutted my hip out to the side and turned my lower half just enough that he could see me wiggling my butt at him. “My ass is pretty perky. It takes too much work to keep it that way to bet it on anything, but I believe you.”
I pointed at him and motioned at the mat that still made me blush every time I looked at it. “How about you get your fine ass over there and put it to work. It might help distract you from your troubles.”
He smirked as he hobbled—although I’d never let him hear me use that word out loud in relation to him—over to me. Stopping just a few inches away from me, he dipped his head to look into my eyes while bringing one of his hands up to cup the side of my neck.
