Worcester Nights - The Boxed Set (19 page)

Sean put his hand over mine, but I didn’t turn. I knew if I looked into his eyes that I would lose it. We just had to make it away from Ethan’s attentive ears, and I knew we could figure something out.

Together.

Chapter 3

E
than rolled down his window as we headed up the steps. “Sure you don’t need a hand?”

Sean waved him off. “I’m fine, really. You head on back. Seamus might have some other work for you.”

“Always does,” replied Ethan with a smile. He waved his hand, then he was off.

The moment Ethan turned the corner, Sean slumped against the brick frame of the building. I carefully looped my arm under him, trying to be as gentle as I could.

His voice was hoarse. “Let’s get inside.” He stepped forward, unlocking the main, outer door. When we got to the steps up, he grimaced, then took each one carefully, holding onto the rail. There was sweat on his brow by the time we reached his door. When we got through it he locked it behind us, throwing the bolt as well. He went straight for the speaker cradle for his phone, dropping it in. He pushed a few buttons. In a moment the soaring vocals of Charlotte Church’s “Ave Maria” billowed from the speaker, filling the room, echoing off the brick walls.

He turned, groaned, and collapsed onto the bed. I went around to the other side, climbing in, bringing my face up close to his.

His hand shakily traced down my face, his eyes looking into mine as if we’d been parted for long years. “My God, Kay, you could have been killed. You shouldn’t have done it. You should have left and called your brother.”

I shook my head with determination. “By the time anybody got in to you, you could have been dead. Seamus wasn’t playing around.”

“I know he was serious, Kay – and you walked right into his maw! One wrong word from Evan, one mis-step, and your fate could have been worse than mine.” His face paled. “God, Kay, they run a sex trade. They could have put you into some twisted hell-hole, and you’d never have gotten free.”

I gave a wry smile. “If that had been me, tied to the bed, would you have left me behind?”

His gaze became lost in mine. “Never. I would never leave you.”

I leant forward to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He flinched, and I looked down his length, at the wounds which were slowly crusting over. “We need to get you looked at. I assume you don’t want to go to a hospital?”

He shook his head. “It’s not that bad. Really. You should have seen some of the men my father fought against. I don’t think anything is broken.”

“Best we find out,” I advised him. “You just lie here for a minute. I’ll go get some washcloths, and we’ll see how you are doing.”

His gaze sparkled. “Yes, Mistress.”

I grinned. “Oh, we’re going to be that way, are we?” I went to the bathroom, moistening some washcloths, then grabbed up two towels and some bandages. I swung by the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He had sat up in bed by the time I got back, and I handed him the glass while I sat down at his side. He drank half of it in a long swallow, sighing.

I began with his shoes and socks. Those came off easily, and luckily his thick, leather boots seemed to have kept that part of him from harm. Thank God for motorcycling gear.

Next, I took the bottom of his shirt in my hands and carefully eased it up over his torso. The rippled muscles that I loved so well were criss-crossed with cuts and welts. The arms were the worst, so I began there, gently wiping away at the dirt and debris which had encrusted into the blood. Sean was right – they really weren’t that bad, when they were cleaned up. They had been made with careful precision, designed to inflict pain rather than cause damage. I imagine Seamus had wanted to keep Sean alive for as long as possible, to make sure all secrets had been pried out of him before he was killed.

My hand stilled at that, and Sean’s hand came over mine. “I’m all right,” he murmured. “Everything is going to be all right.”

I focused my attention on the bandage, wrapping it carefully around the larger wound and sealing it in place. “You almost weren’t,” I replied. “You were almost taken from me.”

He brought his hands to either side of my face, turning my head to look at him. His eyes were dark, steady, with smoky passion rising in them. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I leant forward, pressing my lips to his, and he groaned in pain, but he drew me in anyway, twining his fingers in my hair. Our lips sighed … opened … danced …

It was a long while before I could detangle myself, rising up from him. “We still have to check the rest of you over,” I reminded him, my breath coming heavy.

He reached for me, and I shook my head. “No you don’t. You lay still. I need to get those pants off.”

His eyes darkened with desire, and the bulge in his jeans told me that he had something more than innocent bandaging in mind.

I knelt across his hips, carefully undoing his buckle, pulling the tongue of leather slowly, inch by inch, out of the metal. He groaned, but this time it didn’t seem to be from pain. At last the belt was free, and I put my hands to the button. I eased the button out of the hole, then inched the zipper down. He raised his hips up off the bed so I could slide the jeans down. In a moment I had tossed them on the floor.

I started from his toes, working my way up inch by inch along his body, kissing and massaging as I went. He was less injured here, with only the occasional purpling bruise to show where an impact had been made. By the time I reached his briefs, his erection pressed, hard and strong, against the black fabric.

I slid my hand up its length. “Weren’t you telling me just this morning that we should take it slow?”

His eyes became distant. “Was that only this morning? It seems like eons ago.”

I moved my mouth down to the bulging fabric. “A lifetime,” I agreed. I put my mouth around the knob, in its cotton wrapping, and gently pressed my lips closed.

He groaned with desire, his hips rising up, and I firmly pressed them back down. “Uh, uh,” I scolded. “You just have to lie still.”

His breath was coming in longer draws, and I could see the ripple of effort it took for him to lay in place. I smiled, kneeling over his waist. With slow, languorous movements, I brought my fingers to my waist, drawing my top up and over my breasts, then my head. I tossed the top to the side, on top of his jeans. Then I arched my shoulders back, resting my hands on my ankles, my breasts cupped by my bra and stretching.

He was transfixed by me as I stepped off him. I stood next to him, sliding my hands down to my hips, then around to the button. I leant forward, then popped the button from its hole. Slowly I slid the zipper down, revealing my black, lacy panties beneath. I gave my hips an undulating movement as I eased the jeans down my legs. I bent over, my breasts on display before his eyes, as I removed my boots, then my socks. I slid the jeans free, then stood before him again.

His gaze was all I could have hoped for. His desire for me radiated from him, but he remained on the bed, watching, waiting.

I knelt back over him, smiling down at him. “I suppose you want some of this,” I purred, sliding my hands up to my breasts and running my fingers around their curve. “You want …” I pulled at the nipples through the thin fabric, and they hardened, pressing out against the material. A soft moan shuddered through me as I squeezed the sensitive tips.

Sean rocked beneath me, and I gave him a gentle slap on the hip. “Quiet, now,” I advised him. “You are still healing.”

I reached behind my back, undoing the clasp, then slid one arm up to cover my bra-cupped breasts. I slid one arm out of a strap, then overlaid my arms and did the second. I wiggled so the bra fell free, leaving me with only my arms covering my breasts from Sean’s view.

I adjusted my hands so each one fully covered a nipple. I pressed my breasts into each other, relishing the sensation, then allowed the nipples to poke through my fingers, rolling them and pinching them. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, sending sparks through my breasts and rich desire in my sex.

Sean’s shaft was now throbbing against me, and I rubbed my pelvis along it as I kneaded, throwing my head back with the pleasure of it. His hands were stretched out over his head, and it seemed to be taking all his willpower to keep them in place.

I put one hand down on the bed next to his chest, using it to support myself, and I leant over, dangling my breasts near his mouth. His lips parted of their own accord, and I let the left nipple just reach his outstretched tongue. The contact sent a shaft of fire through me, of hot desire, and I shuddered. I rose up, separating us, then swung so the other breast was lowered. Again he stretched, and this time I let the whole nipple be taken in by his hot lips, by his questing tongue, and I could feel my panties soak through in response.

I slid back onto his pelvis, and his groan was deeper this time, his cock rock-hard. I moved my hand to his face, caressing it for a moment, then slipping my finger into his mouth. It was warm, wet, and a craving came over me to plunge my mouth onto his, to roll with him and let him take me, plunder me. But I held onto my sanity by the thinnest of leashes. This was my turn to pleasure him, to show him a taste of what he had been doing to me.

I withdrew my wet finger from his mouth, then trailed it down the center of my chest, down into the dense curls of my sex. My finger was drawn as if by a magnet to the hard nub there, and my clit danced with sensation at even the first, brief touch. I gasped, my body arching with it.

Sean’s breath was coming in deep heaves now. “God, Kay, let me –”

“You stay still,” I scolded him again. “I’m busy right now.” I swirled my finger, my thighs shuddering against Sean, and it took every ounce of self-restraint I had to go slowly, tantalizing, drawing out the pleasure that seemed a tidal wave, unstoppable. My hips rocked against his of their own accord, and a long shudder went through him. His biceps bulged with the effort of staying in place.

My finger picked up tempo, and my other hand went to my breast, rolling the nipple, pulling at it, and my breaths came in quick pants. My pelvis thrust out against my hand, my back arched, and it took every ounce of effort for me to bring my eyes back down to Sean, to keep them open under the deluge of pleasure which was soaking into my every pore.

I could barely get the words out. “This is for you, my love. This is … This … Oh … God …” My body burst, skyrocketed, and I was crying out, gasping in breaths, as waves of ecstasy lost all sense of place and time.

It seemed eons before I could focus again, before I lowered myself down, resting on both hands above Sean.

His gaze was deep black, intense with passion and desire. He could barely get the words out. “Kay, you are torture.”

I brushed my lips against his, then slid down his length, hooking his underwear in my teeth as I went. He raised up his hips, and soon he was completely naked on the bed. I slid down my own panties and grabbed a condom from the side table. I slowly, tantalizingly rolled it down the length of his shaft. He quivered with my motion, and I half expected him to lose control right there. But he held on, and I smiled as I climbed back on him.

I tilted my hips so I hovered just over his shaft. “Is this what you want?”

His voice was throaty. “Yes, God, Yes.”

I lowered myself so just the barest ring of pressure rested against his knob. “Something like this?”

He could barely speak. “Please …”

I gave a soft twist with my hips. “What do you want?”

His cock twitched with desire, and I knew he was riding the edge. “I want you.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Another twist.

The shudder ran through his whole body. “I want you to fuck me.”

My breasts were tingling back into awareness again, and I squeezed tight my vaginal muscles. His head rolled back with desire, and his breath left him in a gasp. “God, Kay, I’m – I don’t know if –”

My voice was a purr, as I lowered myself just a millimeter further down his shaft. “When do you want me?”

His response was half groan, half plea. “Now … Now … Now …”

I slammed my hip down into his, taking him deep into me, and his body solidly sealed with mine. His cry filled the room, reverberating off the large windows. My motions were hard, quick, and then he exploded within me, the throbs sending me over the edge. I joined him in the kaleidoscope of colors, our bodies soaked in sweat, the contact coming forceful, passionate, until finally I collapsed down against him, completely spent.

His arms, at long last, came up around me, wrapping around me as if he would never let me go. He twined his hand into my hair, holding my head in place against his chest. His voice, when he spoke, held an ache which seemed to rise from his very soul.

“Kay, I love you.”

Warmth pooled in my chest, flowed outward, and filled every finger and toe. I could feel the whorls on my fingertips expand and radiate light.

I pressed a soft kiss against his chest, and his heart beneath.

“I love you too, Sean.”

Chapter 4

I
was just thinking about detangling myself from Sean’s embrace and getting us some glasses of water when a gentle knocking came from the door. Sean instantly rolled on top of me, shielding me with his body, staring with fixed attention at the door. Without moving, he shouted, “Who is it?”