Immortal Healer (18 page)

“Ah, but twenty whole years…”

“Nineteen years and ten months.” He smirked. “So, why don’t you tell me why
you
wanted to make love?”

Her heart suddenly started pounding, and she took a deep breath. “Um … I’m not sure it even really makes sense… But I feel normal when I’m with you. Like I feel human again, just like any other woman. Not some defective thing. I’m okay with who I am, what’s happened. All the things I’m not supposed to think about, I do. All the things I’m not supposed to feel, I feel. I know you won’t hurt me.” Her eyes looked unsure, and she was nibbling on her lip.

“I like that.”

They were silent the remainder of the trip back, and the rest of the day was spent quietly together as well. He loved that she enjoyed the quiet like he did. He also loved talking to her, but they seemed to know very easily with one another when it was time to talk and when it was time to simply be. It was comfortable and exhilarating, all at the same time.

He made love to her that night, and the next morning after they’d gotten out of the shower, he finally got to experience her mouth. She didn’t ask. She simply looked to his eyes and kneeled down in front of him. She studied his body. She reached her finger out to trace slowly down along a vein as he leaned back against the bathroom counter. Her fingers didn’t stop at the base of his cock. Instead, she worked down over the tight skin of his balls as he gasped. She cupped and squeezed gently as his testicles moved away from the pressure of her fingers.

She glided her thumb and first finger up the length of his shaft before running them around the ridge of his cockhead, and she pushed the pad of her thumb up the peak of skin that ended in his slit. All he could do was grip the counter behind him, and when a drop of cum was released from his cock, she leaned slowly forward, and he held his breath. She reached only her tongue out to lick the cum away, barely touching his skin and driving him insane. He moaned as she peered up to him.

She looked nervous, but he knew she was aroused. He was aroused too but also struggling to force the picture of the nightmare she’d experienced with Mason that Truman related out of his mind. It had burned painful images into his brain of this act, and it was a fight warring in his head to simply enjoy this and not fixate on the pain in her past. Instead, he watched and focused only on her, pushing the painful images out of his mind and letting her incredible beauty invade him.

She sat back on her heels, leaning her mouth lower to his testicles, and that’s where she started. She opened her mouth, pulling one testicle gently between her lips. His breath quickened and gasped as he watched the incredible sight of her. When she pulled the other testicle into her mouth, he groaned, and her gaze shot to his eyes. She released his testicles and traced the length of his arousal with her tongue, pushing the tip of her tongue along the slit of his cock as he gasped again.

When she was finally ready, she held his shaft in her hand, stared at the head of his cock and exhaled slowly. He watched the sight of her lips parting as she sank her mouth over the head. She kept only the head in her mouth, sucking and releasing repeatedly as the inside of her cheeks hugged and gripped the sensitive flesh. It took little time for him to start to fall apart, and it wasn’t until she finally pushed lower on his shaft and released the unrelenting pressure on his cockhead that he was able to rein in his quickly mounting orgasm and stifle it a bit longer. She bobbed down as far as she could, opening up her throat and pushing down farther.

He was desperate to grip her hair in his fingers, guide her mouth, force himself in at his pace, but there was no chance in hell he was going to do that to her the first time she took him in her mouth. And so he gripped. He gripped the bathroom vanity so hard that the granite along the edge started to crumble under his palms and fall to the marble floor around her knees.

He watched as she moved up and down along his length. She cupped his testicles and squeezed as she sank her mouth as far as she could go, and he unleashed a
“fuck”
as he rose to his tiptoes, inadvertently forcing himself deeper. He looked to her eyes quickly and found her watching him. He shook his head in frustration and clenched his jaw tight. When she pulled completely from him, he was certain he’d screwed up, and his heart sped.

She moved her hands to his hips, and she studied his erection. Her face was as serious as he’d ever seen, but before he could apologize, she moved her hands to his, pulling them gently, coaxing him to release his grip on the counter. A chunk of the granite fell to the floor as he let go, and her eyebrows shot up. She held one palm in her hand, brushing the crumbled stone away before kissing his palm. She did the same to the other, and then letting out a deep and calming breath, she looked up to him.

She took his hands in hers again and moved them to place his palms against her cheeks. Her eyes flashed to his, but she looked nervous, and her gaze flitted away quickly before returning.

“Please.” She whispered as her eyes continued to move away and back to his. He knew what she was asking for, and he was shocked. He was also desperate to get his cock back in her mouth and feel the warm suction again. He forced the wrinkle in his brow to relax. She didn’t need to see his worry, and he knew enough at this point to understand it wasn’t his place to decide what she was ready for, so he decided to trust her pace—even if he didn’t quite understand it.

He stroked the pad of his thumb along her lower lip, before pulling it down slightly to let her know he was ready. He entered her mouth slowly, keeping one hand on her cheek as the other moved up to twist in her hair. He didn’t pull her mouth to him but thrust gently into her. He started rolling his hips into her, watching his dick sink and retreat over and over. His need mounted, and when he pushed, he stilled inside her mouth, waiting for her to open up more of her throat to him, and then he pushed farther.

His speed was accelerating with each thrust, and when she gripped his buttocks and pulled him toward her rather than trying to still him, he let go a little more and sped his strokes into her mouth. He was losing it, and as he humped her mouth, clenching his buttocks with each thrust, she watched him. He came with a deep groan emanating from his chest. He pulsed into her throat as she swallowed around him, milking and pulling him through his release. And when he finally pulled from her mouth, he dropped to his knees, clutching her cheeks and pulling her lips to his.

He was beyond replete, beyond relieved.

*

He was so perfectly controlled, so perfectly concerned, and when he laid her body back on the tile floor, he was so perfectly ravenous as he parted her knees. He sucked, licked, tormented her clit with his mouth to the point she thought she was on the verge of either losing her mind or coming harder than she thought possible. He lifted her hips to his mouth as he latched onto her sex, and he didn’t let go until she was coming hard and crying out loudly. Then he kissed. He continued to hold her hips up as he kissed along the inside of her thigh. His mouth explored every part of her sex, her thighs, her bikini line, and when they moved down from the lips of her sex to her bottom, she froze. He pulled her cheeks apart as he pushed her thighs up, opening up her bottom to him.

“Did he hurt you here?”

She swallowed over a softball size lump that threatened to choke her, and she nodded. His expression saddened for a moment before he leaned down to her and started kissing the puckered entry of her bottom. She clenched her muscles, but it did little good. He was holding her open and exposed to him, and he expected her to relax to this touch. As his tongue moved over the sensitive skin, she did relax, and when it pushed past the tight ring of muscles, she groaned and decided she was absolutely okay with this. If she thought they were good at intimacy before, he just shot that belief to a whole new level, and she liked this level very much.

It was an endless laving and kissing that relaxed every muscle from her waist down, and she enjoyed it so much more than she thought ever possible. When he finally slowed his mouth on her skin and lowered her hips back down, he climbed up her body to hover over her. He delved between her cheeks with his finger, gently stroking over her anus that was wet from his mouth, but he didn’t penetrate, and as he held her eyes he spoke seductively. “Maybe someday you’ll let me show you just what this is supposed to be like too.”

She nodded as she held her breath, and his finger continued to graze over her most private entry.

“I suppose I should brush my teeth if I’m going to get a good-bye kiss in a while.” She laughed as he pulled himself off her and offered her his hand.

“Most definitely please.”

She kissed his back as he brushed, and when he started gargling mouthwash, being intentionally loud, she snaked her hand between his legs to tickle his testicles, and he spit the mouthwash out all over the mirror.

She sauntered out to his bedroom to dress. They left the bathroom with mouthwash covering the mirror and chunks of granite on the floor. All in all, a fairly destructive and delightful morning. They ended up in the kitchen as she made breakfast, and he sat at the bar with his laptop.

“This is what you eat for breakfast?” He was eyeing her over the laptop in front of him.

“
This
is a delicacy.” He gave her a most disapproving look, but the slight lift at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

“I’m going to forgive this, because frankly, I’m just happy you’re eating, but I’m not entirely sure macaroni and cheese and cookies are considered a delicacy … or breakfast for that matter. I’m out of the loop of course… So long as you put on a bit of weight, I won’t complain. Vegetables can come later. Those were around even in my day.” He trailed off as he smirked.

“Vegetables, shmegetables. Bring on the Kraft. Trust me, I know how to eat. I won’t let you down.” She nodded her head decisively, a bit surprised at her playfulness.

She was entirely too happy to be starting probation today, but then, probation meant she got to stay with him and out of jail.

When they pulled up in front of the hospital that would be her new three-day-a week commitment, she turned to him. He leaned to her mouth, kissing her. His mouth pulled up in a smile against her lips as she gave him a good “Mmm mmm. Minty fresh.”

He smiled, pulled her mouth back to his for one last quick kiss and then spoke. “Play nice with the other criminals, dear.”

Too bad she didn’t listen very well.

Chapter 19

“What the fuck do you mean she’s been arrested?” He was practically yelling at Brit on the phone.

“She broke someone’s nose. She’s at my precinct. She’s already called her lawyer, and he’s just arrived. You need to get down here.”

He sped away from the council building. He was furious … he was also terrified. He was barely paying attention to what he was doing and had to force himself to slow down and drive like he gave a shit about the lives of everyone else on the road. And once he was finally inside, he had to wait for Devlin and Brit. Brit found him first.

“Devlin’s in with her right now.” He paced back and forth in the lobby for what felt like an eternity as Brit watched. He felt as though his head was going to explode while he waited, and his entire body was vibrating.

When Devlin emerged and approached, Brit pulled them into a small empty office and closed the door.

“Punched a man in the face. He was coming on to her in the cafeteria during their lunch break. Witness statements say he was being obnoxious and not taking the hint very well, but he wasn’t touching her or violating her in any way. She said she panicked.” The man’s voice sounded annoyed as he spoke. “I wouldn’t expect any more get out jail free cards this time, not with another assault charge.” If Quentin could have punched Devlin for the comment without getting himself arrested too, he’d have done it.

Instead he muttered. “The man didn’t even punch her? Trap her, touch her, nothing?”

“They have three witness statements saying he didn’t. She
was
up against a wall, and he
was
crowding her, but she wasn’t trapped. The guy does not have a clean record, and he has a sexual assault charge in his history. I’m not too worried about having the assault charge dismissed or reduced, but she violated her probation terms, plain and simple. No one’s saying the guy wasn’t a dick. But there’s no defense here. He was being lewd, inappropriate, and he wasn’t backing off. That’s what the witness statements say. But, he was not infringing on her rights or threatening her. Sorry, she’s going to do some time for the probation violation.” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration—likely more that Abby was going to put a dink in his perfect reputation than anything else. “Has anyone explained to this girl that she’s not allowed to punch men just because her crazy whack-job head doesn’t understand that every man is not trying to kill her?” He was being loud, sarcastic, and a complete asshole, and it left Quentin wanting to attack again. But his fury was also building at Abby too. “They won’t waste any time getting her in front of judge. I’ll call you as soon as I have the time and date, but you can expect it to be this week.” And then Devlin was gone, and he and Brit just stared at one another.

“I want to see her.”

She watched him for a moment. “Why? To yell at her?”

“That’s not your business, Brit.”

“The fuck it’s not. You want to go back, then you’re going to control yourself. I peeked in on her and she’s upset. I’m not going to watch you make it worse for her.”

“Fine.” He clenched his jaw tight. He was angry, and he did want to yell at her. The fury was building with every passing second. How could she have done this? How the fuck could she have done this to herself? How could she have done this them?

Brit led him to the interview room she was being held in. Her eyes darted around to make sure they weren’t seen, and when they approached a fat old grumpy man he assumed was Brit’s partner, he nodded to her, and she spoke quietly to him. “If anyone asks, he’s her lawyer.” And she opened the door for Quentin, so he could slip through quietly.