Brutally Beautiful (28 page)

“In the city?” I guessed. 

“No,” she said swallowing nervously, one hand cupped around her coffee and the other twisting the bottom of her shirt.  “I was a Medical Corps Officer in the 82 division of the US army.  I spent six years there.  What should have been my residency years doing rounds in a sterilized hospital with holier than thou doctors making me guess what was wrong with patients, I spent in the bowels of Afghanistan, where real life hell was being played out.  Where I learned to be a real trauma surgeon.  Where it mattered.”

Holy fucking hell
. 

Anger bubbled over, and I jumped to my feet, fisting my hair in my hands.  “Fuck, Sam. Fuck, Sam.  FUCK!” 
God, seriously?  What the fuck?  Can there be more shit to make me want her more?  Can there be more shit to make me fall in love with her faster?

“What about you, Kade?” She asked, ignoring my outburst.  “What was your childhood like?”

“Normal,” I barked, kicking over the garbage bin and sailing it across the room.  “I was a jackass, my best friend was a dick and all we ever did was to try to get laid, and then he turned into a mass murderer.  I never did anything remotely worthy of mentioning in the presence of someone who fought in wars or saved lives.  You…you’re like some sort of…of…I don’t know, saint or something.”  I was yelling.  Bitter words, twisted heart and devastation hooked its talons into my brain.  Why was I becoming more and more enraged with how precious and moral she was? 
Oh, the fucking answer was simple really, because when she leaves, she’s going to take it all away from me.

Her phone beeped and vibrated against the table like the ring at the end of a boxing match.  She reached for it hesitantly and read the message.

Clearing her throat, she whispered softly, “Bree just messaged me that she’s going to leave the hospital in about an hour.  She wants to know if she could come here to wash and change. Says she smells like rotten meat.  Deputy George will drive her…”

“Yeah, of course.  She can’t go back to that trailer and don’t you mean Jennifer?” I snapped, trying hard not to lose it
completely
.

“Um…yeah.” Her fingers deftly moved over the screen of her phone, then a moment after they stilled, it beeped and vibrated in her hands.

“Deputy George said the gunman had a rap sheet on him a mile long.  They are linking the incident up with a bunch of highway robberies and suspicious missing person’s reports from the city, but they don’t believe we have anything to do with why it happened.  Your brother was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”  She typed something else quickly and placed the phone down in front of her, exchanging it with her cup of coffee.

“Stop talking about other shit!  Tell me about the
fucking scars
.  Tell me about David,” I fumed.

“You’re way too angry to talk about this,” she said, rising off her seat.

She moved in front of me, her knees touching mine.  I slid my chair back automatically, giving her room.  Then…then once again, she did something in-fucking-credible to me. She straddled her legs over my lap, wrapped them around the chair, threw her arms around my neck and fucking hugged me.

She.  HUGGED.  Me.  I hadn’t had someone hug me since I was sixteen.

For a minute, my arms awkwardly flailed at my sides, hugs were foreign territory for me.  “You’re just trying to get out of talking to me, and this is making me even angrier.” 

Her lips pressed against my forehead, long silky hair fell around our faces like a dark thick curtain, closing us in.  The slow circular swirl of her hips over mine, the liquid motions from the muscles of her thighs and the delicious heat between them had me fighting to hold onto my anger. 

Then one of the hands that had been holding my enraged expression, trying to calm it into a smile, slid slowly down into the warmth between those thighs. 
Fuuuck me, I forgot she was only wearing that tee shirt
.  The most delicious sounds of fingers slipping through wet flesh made my world spin and saliva flooded my mouth.

“No.  I’m not trying to avoid telling you about him.  I just want whatever time we have left to be worth something, and not spend it on him.  He’s taken too much from me already,” she whispered, tracing her tongue against my lips.  The sensation sent all the blood in my body surging lower, pumping my heart faster and made my cock throb with anticipation.

“You’re right, but I can’t let it go.  I want everything from you, everything, Sam.  Give me something, Sam.”

“
David was the kind of man that could bewitch the rarest of butterflies to land in the palm of his hand, then tear their wings right from their bodies and laugh when they tried to fly away.  No more talking, Kade.  Not now, the anger rolling off you is so thick I can see it.  Please.  Please, just take me.”

Her lips brushed against my neck, her hand still moved between her legs and the violent thoughts in my head were building.  “You’re not going to be able to handle me when I’m this angry, Sam.  I’m not a nice lover like this.  I’m harsh.  Rough.  Demanding.  I’ll fucking break you.”

Her movements stilled, her eyes locked on mine, “I’ve been broken by lesser men than you, Kade Grayson. Being broken by a good man is something I haven’t done.  Break me, Kade.  Trust in me enough to know you can.”

The spark of craving in her green irises and the seal of her lips over mine was all it took. Grabbing her by her wrists, I yanked her off my lap and pulled her into the bedroom, flinging her on the bed.  “Take off the shirt,” I demanded.

With my hands blindly rummaging through my top drawer for something to tie her with, my eyes were fixed on the sheer velocity of her yanking the shirt over her head and flinging it across the room.  Stalking to the bed, I pulled up her wrists and bound them to my bedframe with my tuxedo ties with half hitch knots.  Pushing open her legs, I kneeled between them, feeling the heat of her pussy against my skin.  “Am I scaring you?”

“No,” she said demurely.  Perfectly.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her face up to mine.  “Fuck Ms. Matthews, you like being tied up don’t you?”

“Probably as much as you do, Mr. Grayson.”

“You liked being spanked, Ms. Matthews?  Because I’ve wanted to see that perfect ivory backside of yours turn pink under my hand.”

Her answer was to flip herself around and raise her ass in the air at me, arms stretched and crossed from the bound bowties.  It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

My hands glided up her thighs, slid over the plump cheeks of her ass and my tongue followed behind.  “Give me a word for you to escape from this,” I whispered against her flesh.

“I don’t need one, Kade.  I trust you.”

“Baby, give me a word so you can have the control.”

“
Tuxedo
,” she whispered.

The slap made her gasp.  And there, on the right side of her ass was the beautiful pink hue of my handprint.  Just one slap.  One slap and I was breathless, in a frenzy to thrust inside her so deeply.  Two more slaps and I caressed the soft pink spots as she panted for more. 

Slowly, I dipped my fingers into her.  “You’re soaked, Samantha.  Tell me what you need,” I murmured.  My fingers stroked in and out, faster and faster, “So fucking wet.”  I wanted to consume her.

“I need you,” she whispered, pushing her hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

Thrusting my cock into her, she cried out in a loud moan, thighs quivering.  With my fingers still wet from her, I eased two fingers into her ass. 

Groaning, her hips began grinding into mine.
Holy shit, she liked it dirty
.  Her muscles squeezed around my cock, they trembled and wept as I thrust into her again and again.  “You feel so good, Sam.”  Harder and harder.  Faster and faster.  She took it all.  She’s played submissive before, and she’s played it well.  The thought broke me.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, I’m going to…” She was constricting around me so hard I couldn’t hold back, I didn’t want to. 

Clutching at her waist, I slammed my hips against her flesh and spilled myself inside her, both of us collapsing and panting onto the bed.

Easing my fingers and my cock out of her, I freed her from the bowties and gathered her in my arms.  She giggled and tucked her body into mine, “We are both in desperate need of a shower.  We smell like sex.  Lots of sex.”

Chuckling into her hair, I smiled, “Smells pretty delicious to me.”

She slapped my ass hard, “Come on, Kade.  Let’s get one together.”

Fuck if I was going to say no to that.

In the middle of us trying to get dressed, and more discussions of her childhood and avoidance of any David conversations, my damn doorbell rang and Bree, or rather Jennifer, stood outside my door with a coat covering a blood streaked shirt.  It sobered up my extreme horniness immediately. Samantha pulled her through the front door and into my kitchen, shoving a cup of coffee into her hands. “I was just telling Kade about my childhood,” she said seriously to Jennifer. 

Jennifer stood there awkwardly.  “Kade, this is Jen and I’m tonic,” she laughed.  I didn’t and neither did
Jen
.  She always tried to make the most awkward jokes to ease other people’s discomfort.  Even though it never worked, she never gave up trying to make people feel better.  That said a lot about her character to me.

“Uh…so…How’s Dylan this morning?” Sam asked.

“He’s doing really well, no infections so far. In fact, he’s even up and walking.”

Relief swept over Samantha’s face as she pulled her friend into my bathroom, bringing her duffel bag full of clothes.

Sitting in my leather recliner, I listened as the women spoke, sometimes in whispers and I tried desperately to keep my rage under control.

“Before I leave, I just want to change my look again, maybe go blonde this time, cut it short,” Sam’s voice explained. 

“Where are you going to go, Sam?  I just don’t understand it? How did he find you?  I don’t get it.  He looked dead,” Jen whispered. 

“I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around this all night and I can’t figure out how he knew where I was, or how he is even still breathing,” Sam whispered.

Hushed words whispered back, “Have you stopped to wonder if it might be your father?”

A few heart pounding beats of silence filled the room. 
Her father?  Her father wanted her dead too?

“I…I don’t want to believe that, Jen.  My father,” I heard her clear her throat and struggle for the right words.  “It could be him, but, I’m not staying here to find out.  It’s only going to be a matter of time before someone else comes here to finish the job.  I just want to leave so everyone here is safe.”

“Do you want me to…”

“No!” Sam yelled.  “You shouldn’t have come with me in the first place.  You need to stay here with Dylan and have a life.”  The shower turned on and I heard things being moved around. “And, I also need you to make sure Kade is okay.  Make sure Dylan and Kade stay close, okay?”

I didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, because I didn’t want to hear anymore.  She just needed to stay here.  I could keep her safe.  She was going to fight me when walking out my door.  Waiting inside the kitchen, drinking the rest of the coffee, I battled with my demons and with reasons to tell her to stay.

After thirty minutes, they walked out and we drove to the hospital in silence.  Sam and I glanced at each other often, but no words were exchanged and it started to weigh heavily on my shoulders.  She wanted to leave that night and I wanted to be inside her a million more times before she left.

The three of us made our way to the front desk and grabbed visitor’s passes, and then waited for the elevator to take us to the sixth floor.  When we stepped into the elevator, I couldn’t help but stand close to her, touch her neck and skim my fingers through her soft silky hair.  I fucking wished that Jen wasn’t there, because I needed Samantha, right then. I needed her more than anything.

Jen eyeballed us weirdly.  “Oh, my GOD! You two had sex didn’t you?  Holy shit, you had sex last night?”

Samantha’s face instantly turned bright red.  “Why would you think that?” 

“Because you’ve got that
up all night fucking
look and the way you’re eye fucking each other right now…you’re both itching to have elevator love, right here.”  Then she broke out into a chorus of
Love in an Elevator
by Aerosmith.  “Gah, just don’t get hot and heavy in front of me.  Sex in an elevator is just wrong on so many levels.  Get it?  So many
levels
?”

“Yes.  Very…
punny
,” I chuckled, stepping closer to Samantha.  Screw it, Jen was right and I wanted my hands on her,
now
.

“Well, I usually
take steps to avoid elevators
, especially if someone like Kade Grayson is on the elevator. You might end up
getting the shaft
,” Sam whispered giggling.

Oh, it’s on. No one could play word games as well as I could.  “Yes.  Elevators aren’t very fun.
 
It’s like being
trapped in a box
.  Although I’d like to be trapped in
your box,
and I didn’t hear you complaining about my
shaft
last night.”

“Even though you think you’re
pushing my buttons
…you will not get a
rise out of me
, Mr. Grayson.  Now, stop all the elevator puns, they’re
driving me up a wall
.”

I was dead-ass laughing. I had to think of more puns quick.  “You didn’t mind when
my shaft
was
driving you up the wall
last night.”

“Yes, I recall being in between a
cock and a hard place
,” Sam quipped.

“Yep, the best damn
cock climber
I ever saw,” I smiled.

“This is like pure
pun
ishment,” she laughed.

“Well, I am the
pun
isher,” I said, locking my eyes on hers.

“Yes, my ass still stings nicely,” she smiled. 
How the hell did that woman think I was going to let her walk out of my life?