Jacked (45 page)

Knowing someone was out there with so much contempt in their heart to commit such a violent act as flattening my tires became secondary to the conversation I’d just had with Doctor Sam Wilson in his office.

I’d waited for him to finish his Monday morning staff meeting before asking to speak with him privately. The second I posed my question about the fellowship, I felt foolish for even asking. I knew the committee wouldn’t be meeting for a few more weeks and yet I allowed that bitch Mandy to poison my mind with her false bravado. Randy had apparently gotten his information from an unreliable source.

Sam confirmed my suspicions that no decisions had been made and that the likelihood of both of us getting denied for the program was unlikely, though he again did his best to convince me that emergency medicine was where I belonged. This information was the driving force that had me storming down to Radiology. I knew I shouldn’t be reacting emotionally as nothing good ever came from that approach, but the scorned part of me demanded instant retribution.

Fortunately for one of us, Mandy wasn’t in. Neither was my ex, Randy. The bastard who’d said he’d cover shifts for me so I could attend to my family’s double tragedy decided to take several days of vacation. How convenient. Proof once again that his words weren’t even worth the air that he wasted expelling them.

All of this emotional upheaval was exhausting. So was the eight inches of crusty snow waiting to be shoveled out of my driveway.

I retrieved my shovel and started clearing a path, finding the task and chilled air mind-numbing. Each heavy load had me wishing for a snow blower or a strong boyfriend willing to dig me out of this snow-covered world.

Adam
.

I could still feel his passionate kisses echo on my lips, the feel of his incredible back muscles and ass under my hands as he ground his hips into me over and over again, making me slightly sore in all the right places. After another ten hours on my feet, two hours of lecture and meetings, and now moving heavy snow, I was feeling Adam’s mark deep in my muscles.

I tossed another shovel full of snow while the lingering memories of his presence manifested into my achy thighs. If his actions this weekend were any indication, he’d given me plenty of reassurance that he was into me. Way into me. I couldn’t hide my renewed smile, even though anyone watching me grinning like an idiot probably thought I’d finally lost my mind.

Maybe I could convince Adam into taking a look at my broken garage door, although my days living here were probably numbered. Surely my cousins would be forced to liquidate all of their parents’ assets once they started divvying up the estate. I dreaded the idea of packing and moving into a new place, as finding a place like this within my budget would be difficult.

After fifteen minutes of pushing snow, my muscles were starting to revolt. I was halfway up my snow-covered front walkway when Adam’s black truck gunned down the street, grinding to a halt over the salt and cinders behind my parked car.

He came directly from work to see me? Oh my God, he did!

I felt like jumping up and down with delight. I kept my abundant giddiness in check but couldn’t keep my happy smile hidden. He made me feel so fucking alive.

“Hey you,” I called out to him.

My smile dropped, watching his body move with concerned purpose. He was still in full ATTF uniform, clad all in black down to his scary black gun and attitude. I’d seen enough sides of him to know when he was unhappy and the scowl he was wearing wasn’t budging as he trudged up over the slushy snow.

He stepped up onto the front landing.

“Hey. You okay?” I asked, rising up on my toes to give him a kiss hello. I’d had his mouth all over me for the last two days; I figured we were at least at the
kissing hello in public
stage.

His lips were rigid and barely gave me a proper greeting, though I did get a short “hey” out of him. I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

Adam held my glass storm door open, gazing down at me. “No?”

His one word held a bit of a bite. Worry rattled right through me, causing my hand to tremble slightly when I tried to get the key into the lock.

“Is there a problem?”

“You’re making me nervous.”

His chest pressed into my back, his hand covered mine. He held my hand steady and slid the key into place. “You should be,” he whispered ominously.

I almost fell into my entryway.

I set my gloves down and saw him out of the corner of my eye, staring me down as he locked my front door.

I debated taking my coat off. “Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast.”

Adam stopped in front of me. “Don’t need food right now, Doc.” He snagged my hip. His other hand twisted around my disheveled ponytail, tugging gently to tilt my chin up. “Seems as though I have to refresh your memory,” he grumbled, alternating between giving my eyes and my lips his heated glare.

Just as I was starting to say I didn’t understand, his mouth cut my words off. I’d definitely misread his look before.

That wasn’t anger. It was absolute determination. His tongue making its point to clarify.

Adam backed me into the wall and shrugged his heavy black coat off, never breaking our kiss. Deft hands stripped me right out of mine. My coat slid down the wall, pooling behind my calves.

“Show me your bedroom, Doc.”

It was hard to swallow.

He seized my hips and then one hand slid around to cup my ass. His mouth was unrelenting. “Either you lead or I will carry you.”

Having a cop in full cop garb following me up my steps was slightly nerve-wracking. He had his gun strapped in its holster on his hip with his array of cop stuff dotting his utility belt. We barely passed the threshold of my bedroom when Adam stopped me, turned me, and grabbed the hem of my top.

“Scrubs have to go, Doc.” One fast tug and it was up and off. I wanted to reach for the gold badge he had hanging from a chain around his neck, but he wasn’t to be deterred from his mission.

Adam slid his hand across my neck, dug his fingers into my hair, and seared my lips with a kiss so powerful I forgot how to breathe. I had to grab his arms to keep from falling over.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

He held my shoulders back, pressing me to his chest, rasping pinprick tickles from his shadowed beard over my skin.

Soft nips on my collarbone
.

“Remember my mouth on you?”

Teeth scraped over my neck
.

“Not liking your short-term memory, Doc.”

His confusing statement pulled me out of my dreamy haze. “What?”

Hands squeezed both of my breasts, kneading, pinching until my nipples were achingly hard
.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you have no memory of anything else.”

Sounds perfect.
“Want to take a shower first?”

His tongue marked a spot before his teeth grazed me. “No.”

Not the answer I was hoping for. “I just worked twelve hours. I’m feeling dirty, Adam.”

Ten strong fingers rolled down my back and opened my bra, discarding it to the floor. “You’re about to get a whole lot dirtier. We’ll take a shower later.”

His hands returned to teasing my breasts.
God, that feels good.

“You trust me?”

Did I?

“Yes.”

His right hand drifted away while he placed sensual kisses my shoulder. I heard a snap pop and then something metallic jingled. He had my wrists gripped behind my back and within seconds, before I’d realized what he had done or could properly fight it, I was handcuffed.

“Adam,” I began to protest, feeling the bite of cold steel.

He wrapped me in a protective hold. “Shhh, it’s okay. I want you to trust me and this is just another step. I’d never hurt you, Erin. Never.” He kissed my neck then grazed his teeth. “You have nothing to fear.”

“Am I under arrest?”

His hands returned to torturing my nipples. “Not under arrest, just being detained for questioning.”

So apparently my moody cop liked kink. Still, I was unconvinced. “Questioning?”

He rolled, pinched, and pulled, sending pulsating waves right into my vagina.

“Yes, but first I need you to know something.”

It was hard to concentrate. “What?”

“I’d never hurt you. I’d never put you at risk of getting hurt either. No matter what. Okay?”

Adam had been super gentle with me the entire weekend, giving me no cause for worry. I had no choice but to give him the benefit of the doubt, so I nodded.

He pulled harder, ebbing toward a wee bit of pain. It felt even better than what he’d been doing before. “I want to hear your words, Doc. We have to be on the same page here. Do you trust me?”

He had me so hot and bothered, almost to the point of panting. “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

“Good,” he whispered on my neck.

I was trusting that he wouldn’t give me a hickey.

He pulled away for a moment and I heard the rustle of snaps and clothes and then something heavy thumped onto the floor. Then his warmth returned; his chest pressed up against me.

His pants rasped over my palms; his erection strained inside.

“Feel that?”

Yes. Yes, I most certainly could feel that.

Adam pulled his zipper down and a moment later I had hot veined hardness brushing over my hands. I tried to wrap my hand around him; I wanted more.

“I see your memory is coming back,” he hissed, flexing his hips to glide through my fingers.

“How could I ever forget? You’ve been on my mind all night. It was virtually impossible to think of anything else.”

Adam’s hand slid up the column of my throat, his teeth nipped at my jaw. “Oh really?” he muttered. “That so?”

I managed to cup his tightened balls, rolling them around in my fingers, knowing that would make him shudder too.

“Yes. One of my patients caught me zoning out.”

He pushed the length of his erection up through my hand, tisking at me in the process. “I was worried you’d forgotten me already.”

I gripped him harder. “Impossible.”

“Then why didn’t you answer my calls?”

My eyes opened. He was a guy who called afterward. This was a major revelation. “You called?”

Adam’s embrace tightened. “Sent you a text and called you but got your voice mail. Thought you’d call me back.”

Of all times to go to work without it. “I didn’t have my phone.” He pinched and pulled my nipples, twisting them with just enough pressure to ebb on pleasurably painful.

God, how I love that.

“Oh really?”

I gasped from the sensations, only able to nod. “It’s, oh fuck that feels good. It’s over there, on my nightstand. I… I forgot it last night.”

I felt his gaze shift as he rolled his cheek over the back of my head.

It was becoming hard to breathe. “I was so busy thinking of other things that I went to work without it.”

I heard him take a relieving sigh and mutter something unintelligible under his breath. “I’m going to make you come so hard, Doc. Kick your sneakers off.”

I used my toes to peel them away.

Adam made quick work of removing my scrub bottoms and underwear, leaving me standing in nothing but white ankle socks and handcuffs.

He pulled the laces on his black boots, kicked them off, and tossed the pair near my dresser. His cargos landed next to his utility belt.

I held my foot out, needing help. “Socks?”

“You can keep them on. I’d hate for you to get cold feet.”

The handcuffs were uncomfortable and brought back all sorts of unwanted memories. “Okay. Are you going to take these off of me now?” Viewing a very naked Adam in my bedroom made my skin hot.

He grasped my upper arms somewhat forcefully and tenderly kissed my shoulder. “No.” It was direct and absolute and very much non-negotiable.

It was hard to swallow. “How am I…?” I was trying to work out the logistics of how we’d have fantastic sex with my arms pinned behind me when Adam crossed his forearm over my chest and slid his fingernails up my throat. His other hand cupped me, locking me in place and rendering me immobile while he explored.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” he whispered. His index finger drifted over my mouth and bottom lip, silencing me.

His actions made my legs open farther, willing him to take whatever he wanted. My head fell back onto his chest while he turned me into a panting mess.

“Feel me,” he said, swirling his fingers back and forth and around in circles. My breathing became more sporadic, labored, feeling and thinking about nothing but what he was doing to me. “I know what you need. You never have to question that.”

My knees began to quiver.

Strong thighs nudged the backs of mine; the dusting of hair on his legs tickling where they touched. “On the bed, Doc.”

I did as he requested and fumbled my way, noting his eyes narrowing—almost daring me to speak—when I opened my mouth. It wasn’t an easy fete to maneuver without the use of my hands.

My arms hung slightly off the mattress when I finally managed to lie on my side.

“Look at me,” he requested, brushing the hair off my face.

I had no doubts this man was working his way to becoming the center of my world. That in itself was unsettling.

His kiss was filled with passion and promise, needing me just as much as I needed him. Maybe even more. The rest of my stress and worries withered away when his hand spread my thighs apart.

Oh, God
.

“That’s it, ride my fingers.”

He was unrelenting. His mouth, his mastery and attention to detail… it didn’t take long for him to unravel me. The massive orgasm slammed into me, taking away my ability to breathe. His hand continued to work, getting every last shudder out of me, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

The bed jostled as he rolled away and then he dug into his pile of belongings on the floor.

His glorious muscular frame made my mouth water. So did his unattended erection. I felt it brush over my fingertips when he opened the handcuffs.

Adam relieved one wrist, gently massaging it between his hands. He leaned over me and took my mouth again, giving me a devilish smile. My right arm was guided toward the headboard and then he cuffed me to the rail.