Page 69 of Hostile Bond
And that's all it takes for me to unravel. My belly spasms like he’s found a thread within me that joins my heart to my core and everything in between. He maneuvers his hips, so my hand falls away from his dick. It helps him to focus on guiding me to the highest height, where he easily throws me off.
My body tenses and my jaw gapes to suck in a gust of oxygen. It doesn’t take long for his possessive mouth to monopolize my groans while his fingers wring my orgasm dry.
Once I go lax, he grabs his dick and harshly runs his fist up and down the shaft.
“Watch me come, Wifey. Look at what you do to me without us even fucking.”
He rolls onto his back, his hand still working hard, clenches his teeth, and lets creamy goop spurt all over his fist and sprinkle the taut planes of his abdomen.
“Fuck!” he hisses.
His nostrils flare as he regains a steady rhythm of breathing.
I walk my fingers over his stomach muscles, loving how they contract under the movement, and slide them through his cum, bringing the coated tips to my lips.
His eyes flash. “Fuck… I don’t think I can wait…”
“Me either…”
In a blur, a possessive hand is around my throat, hauling my face closer until our lips crash, smashing together again. Our pace is vicious, both of us starved. “Are you in pain?” he pants into my mouth. “I won’t fuck you if you’re…”
My heart hurts.
My stitches burn like hellfire. But…
“I need you, André… I needus.” I tug at his thick hair and lock his head in place with my hands. “I’ll say whatever you need me to say… I’ll do anything for you.”
A sudden knock on the door startles us both. With a snarl, he peels himself off me, jackknifing into a sitting position, drops his bare feet off the bed and grits his teeth as if he’s aggravated his wound.
Hastily removing his revolver from the top drawer in the bedside cabinet, he stalks to the door and yanks it open, his sexual frustration visible in every tense muscle.
A woman swamped in blue scrubs greets his deific inked torso and throbbing erection with a sharp gasp. She throws her hand to her mouth to hide it, but it’s too late. Her greedy gaze flits from his dominant stance to his ruggedly handsome features, lingering on his dick for a fraction longer than necessary.
“I—I… have to check Mrs. Souza’s stats… I’m the doctor…” She swallows, unable to disguise the rosy flush creeping up her neck.
I feel sorry for her. She’s a rabbit caught in the headlights and André is the semi-trailer truck flying down the highway without any desire to stop. I’d rather she stop ogling him like she is. But he’s unashamedly standing there in full view—glorious in his nakedness and confident in his appearance. After all, I’m staring too.
“Can you––” Her chest rises and falls, her eyes all over the place. “Uh… give us a moment alone please?”
André stares at her and keeps his gun snug to his firm ass cheeks, out of sight. “My wife and I were catching up.” He winks at her, his deep chuckle salacious. “Usually, I don't tolerate unnecessary interruptions. However, I won’t stand in the way of a doctor who’s dedicated to her well-being. Don’t take too long… my wife and I have unfinished business.”
The doctor angles away, managing to strip her gaze from his masculine physique. “I’ll be as quick as I can,” she confirms with a professional nod.
He prowls back to the bed, covers himself with the gown strewn on the armchair, grabs a duffle bag from the floor and discreetly hides his gun inside it. Before he leaves me alone with the awestruck doctor, he dips his face to the side of mine and says quietly, “This boner isn’t going anywhere until it's slamming into your pussy, Wifey.” I shiver from the low, gravelly tone he uses. “And when my Uncle Conal arrives, I need you to tell him that it was Liam. Sean tried to save you and that's all you remember. You didn’t see me. I didn't get shot. That’s it. Nothing more. Keep it simple.”
I frown at him, my stomach churning. “Why Liam? That doesn’t make sense,” I mutter, aware of the doctor behind him.
“We’ll talk about it when we’re alone.”
“Seansavedme?”
He presses his lips to my temple. “Hesavedyou. Leave the rest to me.”
26
ANDRÉ
Once I leave my wife alone with the doctor, I tuck my boner into a new pair of designer slim fit jeans, stuff my gun into the waistband and throw on a plain black t-shirt, both items of clothing organized by my quick-thinking pilot.
