by King, Imani
It was actually amazing.
“Fuck,” he said, letting me go and reaching for his side. Miles was usually one to watch his language, but then I noticed a growing red spot on his arm.
“No,” I reached out and touched it. He pulled back like I was trying to stab him with a hot poker.
“Don’t touch it,” his voice was child like, also out of character.
“You were shot.” Given the circumstances, I completely forgave him for it.
“Only a little.”
“How can you be only a little shot?”
“I don’t think there’s a bullet in me.”
Raising an eyebrow, I rolled up his sleeve. It was a nasty wound. I remembered the goon had let off a few shots. The good thing was that there was only one nasty wound. “You’re still bleeding badly.”
“Dustin, get Miles an ambulance before he tries to be macho,” Ash said, currently keeping an eye on our unconscious friend.
“I’ll macho it up all I want!” Miles declared, and pulled me close with his good arm this time. “I don’t care what happens. You’re safe, Destiny, and that’s all that matters to me.”
“You’re seriously bleeding.” I said, really, really concerned about his wound.
“I’ll bleed an ocean for you, babe.”
“You’re bleeding so much you’ve become delirious.”
“Just promise me one thing.”
“That would be?”
“Never run from me again.”
“Miles, I thought after you knew I was...”
“A stripper? I don’t care, Destiny. Your choice of career...”
“I would hardly call that a career.”
“Profession, job, or whatever, it doesn’t matter. I love you, Destiny. I don’t care where you came from. I just want you, and you to be safe.”
“What about your land? What about Ashley?”
“The land is nothing if I can’t have you. And if I give up the land, I get Ashley. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, thinking clearly. “There’s some shady stuff going on. Vivian is willfully involved.”
“Is she?” It took a moment, but a delightfully evil grin started to form on Miles face. Boy did he hate Vivian.
Then he winced in pain. Given that he was still shot and all.
“That can wait. Come on, I know some basic first aid,” I said. I took his arm and lifted the sleeve that was now half covered in blood. “You need a real doctor, but we can try to stop the bleeding.” I untied the bandana they had gagged me with and wrapped it around his wound. I hoped it would staunch his bleeding.
“Ow! Is that what you call giving me a bit of TLC?”
“Tender Loving Care?”
“No, The Learning Channel.” He laughed.
I looked over at Dustin. “Could you get the ambulance out here ASAP? He’s starting to hallucinate from blood loss.”
“Maybe I just have a terrible sense of humor. Maybe I should have said that hip-hop group from the 90s...” he continued.
“No. This is definitely blood loss.” I sighed. “You’ll be fine though.” I held him close, minding his arm.
It slowly dawned on me that he had come all this way for me. His actions told me what I had been reluctant to believe: that I was precious to him. He’d roped in his family for back up. He had gone into a strip joint to look for me. He’d hunted down the white van and was willing to stand up to bullets for me. I’d be a fool to deny he didn’t love me as much as he said he did. His actions helped me hear his words. He loved me, unconditionally. Not since Grammy had I been loved unconditionally.
It might take awhile to get used to.
Chapter 26
Destiny
It honestly didn’t take too long for the police to show up, and the ambulances came right after. Of course Ash Corbett’s word was gospel, especially after he signed a few autographs. They handcuffed the guy with the battered face, and the guy with serious road rash. They moved Bruce’s car and their utility truck off the road, and I heard something about tow trucks and impounding. Even if we had nothing else, I’d at least succeeded in giving Bruce a massive headache to deal with.
I knew it would be more. Faced with abduction with intention to commit murder and corroborating witnesses, the loyalty of these goons would crack under that pressure. These two only served Bruce out of fear for their lives. Their resolve would crumble like bird seed and they would sing like canaries.
Throughout the ambulance ride, I held Miles hand.
“You’re being over-dramatic,” The paramedic said. “He’ll be fine. Just needs a few stitches and some antibiotics. If that gets infected, then you can be dramatic.”
“The world, the world is fading before me,” Miles said, reaching up for the ambulance’s roof.
“You can stop now,” I said.
“Excuse me for enjoying the moment and keeping my mind off the searing pain in my arm.” Miles went on. “How many times am I going to get to ham it up like this? When I’m old, possibly senile, and actually dying, I might not have the energy to enjoy a moment like this. I am young and I’ve taken a bullet for love, I’m even wearing the banner of milady.”
“It’s only a handkerchief. And I thought you promised never to use that word again.”
“The hanky of milady.”
“That’s enough hanky panky from you two for now,” the paramedic poked an IV into the vein just below Destiny’s bloody makeshift bandage. “I’m going to add something for the pain.”
Miles protested that he only needed aspirin but he didn’t put up much of a fight. He was ordered to rest and soon he drifted off to sleep.
Miles agreed to stay overnight in the hospital after being assured he could leave in the morning. They treated him for infection, since he rolled on the desert right after being shot. Of course, he had a private suite.
Finally, everything settled down and it was just us.
“You’re still here,” he said, after the nurses and doctors had all cleared out, and the low lights of the hospital at night surrounded us.
“Well you told me to never run from you again.”
“You’re allowed to walk away for a little bit. Find someplace more comfortable to sleep than that painful looking chair. Just make sure you come back and I won’t consider it running.”
“Good to know,” I smirked. “But maybe being next to you is what’ll make me more comfortable.”
“Damn. Not that I don’t mind having such beauty near by, but it’s kind of a tease to have you right there, and I can’t just get up and wrap my arms around you, and then do things to you.”
“You want to do things to me? Even after all that, you’re still single-mindedly focused on fucking me?”
“It’s been two whole days without you, Destiny. I am only a man.”
With that, I sat on the edge of his bed. “You and your private rooms. Being a one-armed man doesn’t mean you have to be celibate you know.”
“Oh really?”
I placed a hand over his crotch. Even the mere suggestion was enough to make him come fully to life.
“Really? You want to do it here?”
I stood up, and closed the blinds to the room. “You got grazed by a bullet, Miles. They aren’t exactly sending a doctor to come check in on you every five minutes.”
Sauntering to him, I sought to wear down his resolve more and more. “What are you up to?”
“Sit back and relax. Enjoy your heroes’ reward.”
“Oh really?”
I climbed up onto the bed with him, looked him up and down. Usually, a hospital gown makes anyone look pathetic. For Miles, though, it was revealing a sexy treat without a whole lot of wrapping to deal with.
I pushed up his gown.
Yum. I doubt I’d ever get used to just how perfect this man was.
Using my slyest grin, I leaned in, and he quickly used his one good hand to guide my lips onto his, taking me with a de
eper and deeper kiss.
Quickly, he was proving that one hand was all he truly needed. He ran his fingers down my spine. I shivered beneath his rough, tender touch. Tonight, though, wasn’t just for me—though if Miles had his way, he’d want it to be. No, tonight I wanted to treat him well. Hell, the man had tracked me down, saved me from certain death, and literally taken a bullet for me. There was no way I could match it. Still, I was going to do my damnedest to try.
I slid down his body, enjoying how his muscles tensed beneath my touch as I went. I stopped to pull my own shirt over my head. His hand was quick to enjoy my body just as much as I was enjoying his. He slid his hand under my bra, cupping my breast, making me moan. I swiftly unhooked the clasp, allowing the lacy fabric to fall.
Miles took over. He massaged me delicately, not too rough, but not too tender either. He knew I was a greedy lover. He knew I didn’t shy away from his strength. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his expert grip.
His cock twitched under my thighs. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him.
He gasped. “Destiny.”
I loved the gravely way he said my name. Every part of him was a true man, and it made me want to be a true woman.
The head of his cock hit my upper thighs, slit, and clit as I jerked him. His hand reached for my hips, trying to guide me too him, but I didn’t let him penetrate me. Not there. Not yet. The past few days of sexual frenzy been wonderful. Miles was a giver, someone who went out of his way to please me. He never gave me a chance to give back, so I decided now was the time.
It was my turn to rain kisses down his firm, sexy body. I ran my tongue around the base of his shaft to the tip of him. Gently, I kissed those ample balls that had given me such warm feelings over the past week before taking each one in my mouth and sucking gently.
Miles fisted the sheets with his good hand. His perfect six pack tightened as his breathing quickened. Soon, he was caressing my head in return as his cock twitched in my mouth.
Without even looking up, I knew he was looking down at me with love. He appreciated each and every little thing I did for him. He would go through hell to be with me, because he believed that one moment in my arms was heaven. No man had ever made me feel this way before. No man had ever loved me so unconditionally.
My kisses on his cock became more passionate. This man had seen me at my worst and forgiven me. No, more than just forgiven me—even when I was at my worst, he saw my desire to do better, my longing to be better. And he believed in me.
I wanted to feel his seed inside me. I needed it.
His balls slipped out of my mouth as I ran my tongue up his shaft. I was going to give him the best blowjob I could.
Letting my tongue lash around him as I slid up and down his rod, I watched he dealt with the sheer bliss I was channeling his way. Hearing his low, masculine groans only encouraged me. I took him deeper, challenging myself to take all of his magnificent cock. Just because I was a stripper didn’t mean I’d had a ton of sex—I wasn’t exactly a well-seasoned veteran. Still, I had something on my side that helped me take it to the next level. I wanted to please this man, to make sure that his decision to stay by my side wasn’t in vain. For the first time in my life I had a true partner and I was eager to give as good as I got.
So I went wild, adoring the soft feel of his shaft, adoring the way he cupped my cheeks. I drove that man crazy, eager to drain him dry.
Well at least that had been my intention.
“Stop, God, Stop...” He rasped.
I didn’t take his dick out of my mouth, but I did look up at him, raising my eyebrows.
“As much as I’m loving this, I want to be inside you, Destiny. There’s no feeling I crave more.”
Quietly laughing, I nodded at his request and took his cock out of my mouth. “I guess I’m not going to turn down a good fucking.”
His cocky, confident, cowboy grin was back. “Good. But there’s something I want to do before I fuck you.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
He stood, towering above me. Playfully, he raised an eyebrow and ran his tongue over his bottom lips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the hell he was up to.
“Lay down, Nurse. It’s time for your oral exam.”
All I could do was laugh and roll with it, given that he was completely naked.
“If you say so, Doctor Bare-ass.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m the best in the world at what I do.”
“I’ll say.”
He was quickly on top of me. He sucked in a sharp breath, forgetting the whole bullet wound thing, but before I could say anything he was back at it.
He undid my pants and rolled them down my legs. He grabbed my ankle with his good hand and pushed my leg back so he could slide between my thighs. Goosebumps flared across my skin. I felt just as breathless as the first time.
He slid his hands up higher over my legs, feeling the heat radiating from my sex. I thrust up my hips, angling myself closer to him. I was ready for him right then and there.
“Not yet,” he replied in a gravely tone that sent a new set of shivers through my core. “You deserve to be savored, Destiny.”
Oh God, I wanted to be savored, and I wanted to be fucked. It was too hard to decide between those two choices. Luckily, I wasn’t the one who had to make that decision. That choice was in Miles’ very capable, very strong, hands.
The fire inside of me burned hotter and brighter. I needed him. Luckily this man could read my mind. Miles yanked down my panties and immediately went to massaging my clit for me. He touched me lightly. Teased me. Took me to the brink and leaving me there to ache with wild passion. I wanted release but he kept building up that pleasure until the bliss overtook me and I was twisting and turning beneath his hands.
He started to widen his approach. His taught core was pressed to my aching center as he rose, kissing my stomach, breasts, and neck. Everywhere he touched he built a stronger fire of need.
Finally, he kissed me.
I cried out as his lips brushed against my clit, sucking gently. The sensations shot through my body and left me shaking. He didn’t stop. He used his fingers as well as his tongue to take me to the next level.
“You taste so fucking good Destiny,” he whispered, warm breath caressing my delicate folds.
My toes curled as I wrapped my legs around his muscular shoulders. I felt them flex beneath me as he worked with single-minded focus on pleasing me. God, to be the only thing such a man desired.
His touch was electric. It jolted me, brought me to life. This definitely wasn’t the sort of treatment the doctor had ordered for Miles, though it did seem to be making him feel better. Briefly, I worried about someone walking in…but only briefly. How could I keep anything but Miles’ lips on my mind when he was kissing me with such tender force?
I grabbed his hair, holding on for dear life as it got more intense. I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure cresting within me any longer. His tongue pushed against me harder, faster. I cried out for him and for more, the pleasure so crazy good it almost felt like torture.
And then the final bliss hit me.
It came all too quickly and not soon enough at the same time. My vision blurred as pleasure consumed me. It was everything I yearned for all at once. It was what I didn’t deserve, and yet Miles would give it to me again and again as many times as I wished.
He was the kind of man I didn’t dare dream of having. The kind of man that seemed too perfect to be true. And here he was, totally and completely mine, if only I reached out for him. I cried out his name with every cell in my body, with the entirety of my soul.
“I love the way you say my name,” he whispered as I came back down to earth.
I love the way you say mine. I love everything you do, I wanted to say, but all I could do was gasp for air.
“Have I finally done enough to convince you to be my fiancée?”
God. It’s too much. It’s all too much.
The pleasure. The situation. Him. This sort of happy ending just didn’t happen to girls like me.
“Destiny?”
I reached out to him, finally able to move. His stubble was rough against my fingers. His eyes were blue and bright. “You’ve done enough to convince me already. You freaking took a bullet.”
“Yeah, but that was something I did because I wanted to.”
That woke me up. “You wanted to get shot?”
He chuckled. “Not exactly. Not at all, actually. But I’d do anything for you.”
My throat felt tight. “I’d do anything for you, too.”
“I hope not. If you ever take a bullet for me, I’ll go ballistic.”
I grinned. “Okay. I’ll try not to take a bullet for you.”
“You better not.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay.”
He leaned over and kissed me. “So, I’m going to take you up on your offer if that’s alright.”
“What offer?”
He pulled away. The sudden intense, possessive light in his eyes made me shiver.
“Your offer to do anything for me,” he said.
I swallowed. “What do you want?”
His slow grin reminded me that cowboys could be the most brutal heartbreakers, and the sweetest sinners. “Oh, you know.”
My core tightened, somehow ready to go again.
“Yeah, that’s right Destiny,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck. His tongue swirled against the sensitive skin beneath my ear, making me moan. “Can I fuck you right now, or did I make you cum too hard?”
This man was so damn cocky, and he had the skill to back it up. “Oh God, Miles…” I moaned, clawing at his back.
“I love it when you say my name, but that’s not an answer.”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Fuck me!”
“Anything for you, milady.”
I didn’t even have time to complain about that stupid “milady” thing again. He was already climbing on top of me and guiding himself towards my sex. Closer and closer, he kissed my lips as he began to press himself in.
It was so intense. He moved confidently, his thrusts powerful despite his injury. Each time he entered me I felt as if I were orgasming all over again. Our bodies entwined as he went deeper, accepting all of me, desiring every part of me.
