Page 11 of Healed By Doc
“Abby,” Cara interjects, stepping forward and taking her hand. “I told you the Steel Rebels are taking care of it, and you have nothing to worry about.”
“But—”
“Tell me, is your ex capable of fighting either of the men in this room right now?”
“No.”
“Now imagine ten more such men.” There are more than a hundred men in the Steel Rebels and every one of us is on thelookout for Abby’s ex, but I don’t interrupt to correct her. The first time Saint and I went to look for the boyfriend, we learned that he’d fled his apartment. Perhaps he’d thought Abby would go to the cops and report him, but she came to us, which is far more dangerous for him. “Now that we all know what he looks like, he won’t be able to get within a hundred feet of this place, let alone inside of it.”
Abby blinks at Cara, and her eyes move to the other man standing quietly in the corner. She must see something in Ransom’s face because she immediately relaxes.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a sigh. “I’ve been a nervous wreck all week, scared that he’ll somehow get to me. Thank you for keeping me safe.”
I move away to pack up my things as Cara leans in to reassure the girl of her safety, but it’s clear the opinion that carries the most weight here is Ransom’s. I grab my bag and walk to the door, stopping by Ransom and flashing him a warning glare before leaning in. “Hands off my patient until she’s feeling better.”
He glares right back at me at my words. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
He knows exactly what I mean, but I decide to play it his way. “Cara,” I call out, tossing another warning glance at Ransom before turning to the women. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
“Uh…sure,” she says, squeezing Abby’s hand. “I’ll be back in a sec.” She follows me out, staring worriedly at the door as it shuts behind her. “What do you want to talk… Hey!”
Cara protests when I grab her wrist and start walking down the hall, guiding toward her apartment. “Come with me.”
“James, this is not the time. I need to be with Abby. She’s scared and worried.”
“I know.”
“She can’t be alone.”
“She’s not.”
“James, wait…what are you talking about?” I don’t respond as we take the stairs to the third floor then walk down to the fourth door on the left and turn to her to unlock it. “I can’t just leave her. Abby needs someone with her.”
“And she has someone. Ransom isn’t going to leave her alone,” I tell her as I take her keys from her hand and unlock the door. My cock is hard and has been this way from the second I walked into the room and saw her in a pink sundress that hid and revealed her milky white skin perfectly. Her cheeks are fast taking on a pink hue that matches her dress. “Christ, I want you.”
Her eyes flare at my words, her breath hitching and her gaze lingering on the open door. She swallows as her need battles with her sense of duty. “James…I…Abby—”
“Has Ransom,” I say again, stepping up to her and sliding a hand across her cheeks to her nape, leaning in until I can almost taste her. I feel the wild beat of her pulse, and the quick flutter of her eyes tells me that she wants this just as desperately as I do. “Yours is not the company she needs right now. Trust me, okay?”
She nods slowly, her eyes lifting to mine, and I groan at the need I read in those beautiful green eyes. So much need…so much trust.
I slam my mouth down on hers and feel them open against mine with a gasp. I groan at the addictive taste of her lips andthe little sounds she makes when our tongues meet with carnal need. She’s perfect. A walking temptation sent to wreck me, and wreck me she does.
Our breathing is labored when we pull apart, those beautiful eyes dazed when they open to mine. Just looking at her makes me want to abandon all control and take her where we stand, but I remind myself to slow down.
Mine.
The unbidden thought slips in, but it’s not completely surprising or unwelcome. Perhaps it’s too early for me to claim this girl in any sense, but I can’t fucking stop myself. She feels every bit mine. Maybe Cara has always been mine to protect, to guard. Now, she’s mine to pleasure.
Cara ismine, goddamnit!
She must see something in my eyes because she shudders visibly, taking a step back into her apartment. I grab my bag from where I dropped it and step in after her, kicking the door shut behind me when we’re inside.
“We need to talk,” she says quietly. “About…everything.”
She’s right.
We haven’t been doing much of that since we met again. Barely any talking happens when we’re together, and I don’t imagine today will be different. I want her too much to think of anything else, and something tells me that I won’t be satisfied with a kiss and a few caresses today. I want her too much to stop at that.
