Page 18 of Moretti Captive
She frowns. “Don’t even try it. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“That’s why you’re going to do the work for me. Now get up here and make me feel good.” I demand.
“We don’t even have a condom.” She counters.
“Where’s my wallet? There’s one in there.” I tell her.
She grumbles but gets up and rummages through a drawer. I watch, amused, while she flips through my wallet before pulling out the foil square. “Do you always keep condoms in your wallet?”
“You jealous?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow as she pulls a crinkly shirt off over her head. I groan as I realize she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. “Maybe a little,” she admits, shimmying out of her pants and underwear.
She helps me out of the similar pants I have on. Carefully, she climbs up and settles into my lap. “As my fiancée, you have all the right in the world to be jealous. Don’t worry, though, I only put that in my wallet when you said sex was on the table.”
She bites her lip. My eyes roll back when she gives my cock a few firm strokes before she opens the condom and slowly rolls it down my length. “You only get hospital sex because you literally took a bullet for me,” she says, notching the tip of my cock at her entrance.
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me. My right hand grips her hip before running up her back to knot in the hair at the base of her neck. I pull her in for a kiss. “Actually, I took two bullets for you,” I say against her lips.
Her hips roll, and I kiss her deeper. I pull away so I can watch her face as she fucks me. Gripping her hip, I push her down harder than she was intending to. “I thought I was doing all the work,” she gasps.
I grin. “Where’s the fun in that? It’s just a couple little holes, I’ll be fine.”
She slams down on me harder, her hand bracing herself on my right shoulder. Her pussy feels so fucking good. I reach between us to circle her clit with my fingers. A moan leaves her as I match the speed of my fingers to her thrusts. Her pussy starts to flutter around my cock, so I put more pressure on her clit. “Fuck!” she gasps.
Her head falls on my right shoulder as she begins to shake, her pussy clamping down on me, taking me over the edge with her. As we’re both riding out our orgasms, the door bangs open. I try to move to cover Harper and protect her from whatever new threat has entered the room, but she holds me down.
“Seriously? You get shot and decide the best way to recover is to fuck in the hospital?” Nic asks in an unamused tone.
Harper relaxes when she realizes it’s just my brother. She carefully gets off of me and starts pulling her clothes back on. Nic watches her with hooded eyes. When he looks back at me, though, his eyes flame with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing getting shot? Harper could have gotten hurt. If I knew something was going on at home, I would have rescheduled my meeting.” He puts a tote bag he’d been holding on the chair.
Harper froze and looked over her shoulder at him. Her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth. She obviously didn’t tell him that the bullets were meant for her.
“So, umm… Yeah, that gun was aimed at me. Vin got me out of the way, but then the idiot got shot instead.” She looks at me with a soft expression. She takes the few steps over to my bedside and leans down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to go grab a coffee so you guys can talk. If you ever get shot again, I’ll beat your ass.”
I grin. “Mmm, sounds kinky.”
The glare she sends my direction is more murderous than anything else. She turns away from me and leaves the room without giving either of us a chance to say anything. Nic is standing there, confused. “She was the target? Why?”
I shake my head. “I know about as much as you do. It doesn’t make sense. I’m starting to wonder if that mugging last week was really a mugging. You might have been right about that being weird. The guy didn’t try to take any money from her, did he?”
Nic looks back at the door like it’s going to give him answers. “Not that I know of.”
The nurse comes back in. “Okay. I’m just going to check your wound site and vitals, then I’ll get you some pain medicine.”
Nic steps toward the door. “I’ll go grab Harper.”
The nurse takes the bandage off the back of my shoulder and re-bandages the wound. After a quick check of my vitals, she’s about to give me something for the pain. She’s got the needle poised at the port going into my arm when Nic barges into the room again. “She’s gone!”
I pull away from the nurse and look at Nic, suddenly feeling a pit of dread opening up inside of me. “What do you mean she’s gone?”
He looks at me, and I can see the same fear I feel reflected back at me. “Harper. She’s gone. Someone must have taken her.”
I start ripping things off of me. The nurse grabs my hand to stop me from yanking the IV out of my arm. “Just give me a sec, and I’ll take it out. We just put all that blood back in your body, there’s no reason for you to spill it again.”
She rushes to grab gauze pads and cohesive bandage to take the damn thing out. She does it so quickly that I barely even feel it while I’m barking orders at Nic. “We need to see the security tapes. I want someone in here now that can give us some answers.”
Nic nods but frowns and looks at the floor. “What if she wasn’t taken? What if she just left?”
