Bound in Blue

by Jessica Ingro

  “What does it matter? What’s she to you?” My anger was rising with every minute I sat there with him, and his insulting me was only adding fuel to the fire.

  “She’s like a sister to me, man. Literally. She was almost my sister.”

  “Care to explain?” I couldn’t deny his claim made me feel a little lighter. The fact that she wasn’t sleeping with him while sleeping with me was a damn good thing, even if we weren’t going to be together. I didn’t like thinking she had played me. I had thought I was a better judge of character than that.

  “It means, I was supposed to marry her sister, Rachel.”

  “Sister?” Color me stunned. I had no idea Megan had a sister. She never talked about her family. Then again, you didn’t do much talking when you were with her, my subconscious reminded me.

  “Shit, you didn’t know? She had a twin sister.” Had? Not a good choice in words.

  He looked at me skeptically for a moment before a look of understanding and then resignation took over his face. “I should have known she was full of shit when she said you guys talked about shit. Fuck.”

  “What happened to her sister?” I shouldn’t ask. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t stop the question from leaving my mouth.

  “She was murdered.” Raw pain took over his features when he murmured that. I knew that pain. Hell, I lived that pain every damn day. It didn’t matter how many years went by, you always remembered. I’m not sure which is worse though, watching your wife die slowly from cancer or having your loved one murdered and not being able to say goodbye. Either one sucked… huge.

  “When?”

  “Six years ago.” Damn. Not a lot of time. That pain was definitely still fresh. That wound still oozing blood for both him and Megan. No doubt about it.

  “What happened to her?” The cop in me needed to know the details. It was a bad habit to have.

  No, it wasn’t the man in me wanting to know how broken my girl really was. I swear.

  “I’m going to let Megan tell you the details when she’s ready. She has to be the one to tell you. All I’ll say is that shit eats at her every minute of every day.”

  I nodded because, well, there wasn’t anything to say to that. It just raised more questions that I knew he wouldn’t answer. Deciding this conversation was over, I stood and made my way to the door. Before turning the knob, I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “Were they identical?” My mouth asked the question before my brain fully processed what I was about to do.

  “No, but they might as well have been.”

  Wanting to lighten the mood and still get my point across I said, “You touch her again and I’ll break your fingers.”

  He gave me a cheeky grin after what I gave away. He knew I was planning on seeing Megan again, and he knew just what to say to piss me off next. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I can tell you that I’ll touch her whenever I want. Nothing you can do about it.”

  “It’s your fingers then,” I warned as I walked through the now open door. His laughter followed me down the hall. Fucker.

  * * *

  When the engine on my Harley stopped purring, I put the stand down and took off my helmet. Staring at Megan’s brownstone I wondered what the fuck I was doing there. It had been hours since I left the station, and I had successfully talked myself out of seeing her numerous times. There was no talking myself out of it now.

  Something inside me needed to see her. Maybe it was hearing John say her sister’s death ate at her every day, or knowing that I had a kindred spirit in her. Maybe it was the urge to bury myself inside her tight, wet heat and forget everything except how she made me feel. Maybe it was the way her eyelids fluttered when she came down from an orgasm. Or perhaps it was the way her touch soothed me and made me ache for more than just the occasional fuck.

  Whatever it was, it had me walking up to her front door and hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions. I wasn’t ready to have to dig deep and find the answers to them.

  After the second knock, she opened the door. Her face was makeup free, her hair falling across her shoulders and past her breasts. She had on a skimpy, yellow tank top and short, white shorts. Her tanned legs looked soft and smooth and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have them wrapped around my back.

  “Mack?” She asked with a mixture of concern and surprise in her voice.

  Instead of answering her, I put my hands on either side of her face, and I kissed her. My tongue touched her lips, and she immediately opened for me. She tasted even better than I remembered.

  Still kissing her, I walked forward forcing her backwards into the house. When we got to the stairs, I swept her up in my arms and hoofed it up to her bedroom on the third floor, only breaking the seal of our lips when necessary.

  Once in her room, I set Megan on the bed and used the weight of my body to push her down on her back. Covering her with my body, my hands moved with purpose over her skin. One hand cupped her breast, while the other groped her ass. She moaned and pressed her breast further into my palm. Her beaded nipple was begging for attention.

  Fuck, but I needed her.

  Not wanting to waste any more time, I made quick work of undressing us both. Once she was laid out before me, I fought back a groan at how fucking beautiful she was. And so damn perfect.

  She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, submissively waiting for me to direct how things would go. That damn vulnerability and trust was my undoing. I lost all composure, positioned and buried myself to the hilt. Her arms and legs wrapped around my body, tightly holding me to her as I pumped in and out.

  My eyes fought rolling back into my head with how damn good she felt. That’s when I realized I didn’t wrap my dick.

  Slowing my thrusts—because shit it felt too good to stop—I asked her, “You on the pill, buttercup?”

  Her eyes blinked, a haze of lust and need clouding them. “What?” She asked breathlessly.

  “I asked if you’re on the pill. I’m inside you bareback, baby. Is that okay?”

  “Oh,” she murmured. “We’re covered. Now can you go faster?”

  I chuckled, but quickly obliged her. It wasn’t long before she was moaning, and I could feel her muscles contracting around my dick.

  “Mack,” she cried out.

  “Shane,” I corrected her.

  “What?” She asked with a confused look on her face. It was rather quite adorable.

  “When I’m inside you, you call me Shane,” I told her. Why? I have no idea. This certainly wasn’t discouraging her from thinking this was more than it was. I never let anyone call me Shane when I fucked them. Not since Ella.

  Blocking the thought from my head, I buried myself deep and circled my hips, hitting her swollen, sensitive clit.

  “Shane,” she breathed as her climax hit her. Her nails scored my back, and I made a mental note to let her have free reign more often.

  “That’s it, baby. Make me come,” I whispered against her lips as her hips lifted up and her legs went higher up my sides. When I said that, the little vixen rhythmically clenched her pussy muscles and ultimately pulled the climax from me.

  After I released myself deep inside her, I collapsed on top of her and buried my face in her neck. Kissing her softly there, I pulled out and rolled us to our sides so that we faced each other.

  “Um… I think we might need to talk,” Megan spoke first. It didn’t surprise me, I had blown her off and then didn’t say two words to her before fucking her brains out. It was only a matter of time.

  “Okay,” I prompted her to lead the conversation. I was curious to see where she would take it.

  “What just happened?”

  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I just came hard and enjoyed every minute of it.”

  She swatted my shoulder and gave me a cute little glare with a scrunched nose. “I’m serious. Three weeks ago, you blew up on me and told me we needed to call it quits. Then tonight you show
up at my door and practically maul me. Yes, I enjoyed it, but I’m still confused by it.”

  I sighed and rolled to my back, taking her with me so she was on lying on top of me. My hands cupping her ass, while hers ran over my chest hair.

  “I changed my mind,” I unnecessarily informed her.

  “Really?” She muttered sarcastically, earning her a swat on the cheek filling my right hand. “Hey!”

  “Look, buttercup. I thought about it and decided I wanted to see you again. You could have said no at any point during and you know I would have stopped. You didn’t. Now that means we’re going to keep this going for as long as it feels good.”

  “I’m not agreeing to that.”

  “You don’t have to. It’s still what’s going to happen. You should come to terms with it now and enjoy yourself rather than fighting it.” I wasn’t about to tell her I liked it when she argued with me. It’s just one of the myriad of things about her that makes me hard.

  “And if I don’t come to terms with it?” She bit out. “What then, Mack? You going to punish me? No. I don’t think so.”

  When she tried to push herself up, my hands slid up her sides. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other around her back in order to keep her on me.

  “You liked your punishment,” I reminded her. She was drenched the first time I spanked her, and when I was done spanking her, she was ready to come about two seconds after I started fucking her. “Make this easy or make this hard. We’re still doing it.”

  “Whatever,” she muttered half-heartedly. I really wanted to laugh at how easily she gave in, but I didn’t want to risk actually pissing her off. I was enjoying her draped over me, and I didn’t want her to ruin it.

  “Rode bareback tonight, buttercup. You cool with that?”

  She shrugged and put off an air of indifference, but I saw her eyes burning. Yeah, she liked it.

  “Like knowing I came inside you. Skin against skin. Claimed that pussy, baby,” I whispered against her lips before giving her a hard, wet kiss. Her body shivered, and I grinned in response.

  “Me too,” she whispered back. I loved how she didn’t hide shit from me. Megan laid it out there—the good, the bad and the ugly—whether you liked it or not.

  “Want to do it again. Why don’t you go clean up? Then we’ll play a little.”

  Within seconds, Megan was up and in the bathroom. I leaned over the side of the bed, pulled my handcuffs from my jeans, then laid back and waited for my girl to return.

  My girl? Did I just say that? Shit… I did.

  Chapter Seven

  Megan

  “Oh God… that feels… amazing,” I groaned out as strong thumbs dug firmly into the knotted muscles behind my neck and shoulders.

  “Girlie, you are one tense bitch,” Todd faux whined as he massaged me. We were hanging out at the nurse’s station in the emergency room during a rare quiet moment.

  Todd wasn’t necessarily pretty, with green eyes, he stood at six feet three inches, probably weighed close to three hundred pounds, and looked like he had spent years kicking ass and having his ass kicked on the football field. What he was though was the closest thing I had to a friend most days, and he always made me laugh, which said something.

  “I know,” I agreed. Not about to tell him that my muscles were more knotted than usual thanks to the sexual acrobatics I had performed last night under Mack’s direction, I decided it was time for a subject change. Todd could out gossip the rest of us. A self-professed diva, he gave us all a run for our money when it came to knowing the dirt on everybody and everything that happened in the hospital. My interlude with Mack several months back hadn’t escaped his attention either. Which was why in an effort to steer the conversation, I said, “Did you see Heather’s hot pink panties through her white scrub bottoms? It’s ridiculous how she dresses like that whenever a hot, eligible doctor works the same shift as her.”

  Todd scoffed. “Please. They don’t need to be eligible for her to strut her skanky self in front of them. They just need to be breathing. She gives us nurses a bad name, throwing herself in front of the doctors here. She’s only after their money and the heightened status of being with one.”

  “Sadly she isn’t the only one around here that thinks that way,” I sighed dramatically. “Even I’ve had a few of the other male nurses hit on me. It comes with the territory I suppose.”

  “So I guess it’s a good thing I haven’t told you how good I can make you feel?” He drawled behind me. I burst out laughing at that. I laughed so hard that tears started forming in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “What?” He demanded in a wounded voice.

  Once I calmed my mirth enough to talk, I said, “Todd, honey, you would no sooner want to stick your dick in me than I would want to suck on Heather’s tits.”

  “You’re right. You’re definitely missing a little something for me.”

  “Little? I had no idea you preferred your meat to be bite sized,” I joked.

  “It’s not always how big it is, but rather what you do with it…” He trailed off and his eyes fixated behind me. “Speaking of big and knowing what to do with it. Here comes the big cheese now.”

  “Megan,” a deep voice said behind me. I turned in my chair slowly and looked up into the boyishly handsome face of Dean Thompson. His dirty blond hair was styled to perfection. His brown eyes sparkled, and his megawatt smile flashed pearly whites. I used to get a little trill of excitement in my belly when he smiled at me that way—it was his seductive smile after all—but today I felt nothing. Well, nothing other than anxiety. I still hadn’t told him that my sexual needs were being seen to elsewhere. Far superiorly, if I cared to admit it.

  “Dean,” I greeted him back. “I didn’t realize you were working today.”

  “I’m covering for Pierce. And now that I see you’re working too, I’m glad I did.”

  I gave him my most benign smile. “I always enjoy working with you too.”

  That was harmless and neutral right?

  Dean leaned over the counter in front of me and flashed his smile again. “So…” Just then his pager went off. He stood up straight and frowned when he looked at the offending unit. “I guess I’m going to have to catch up with you later.”

  “No worries,” I chirped, trying to sound anything but how relieved I was feeling since I didn’t have to have the inevitable conversation with him then.

  With a last glance, he strutted his tight tush away and around the corner. I blew out a breath and made to stand. It would be best if I were busy when he came looking for me again. I wasn’t usually such a coward when it came to ending things. I’d have to reflect on why I was being one in this instance later.

  “I cannot believe you’ve been porked by that stud muffin. Repeatedly,” Todd sighed dreamily. “Please, please, please tell me every last detail of what he looks like without clothes. You can also include his favorite position and how skilled he is with what I imagine is a beautiful masterpiece between his legs.”

  “Gross. I’m not kissing and telling. Ever. I’ve told you that before. I wouldn’t have even admitted to being ‘porked’ by him if you hadn’t caught us redressing that day in the on-call room.”

  “Such a kill-joy,” he grumbled as he walked away.

  Turning to head towards a rolling laptop to update some charts, I ran headfirst into none other than pink panties Heather.

  “Heather,” I greeted her. I wasn’t completely successful in keeping the disdain from my voice. Todd wasn’t the only one who thought she gave nurses a bad name.

  “Doctor,” she returned almost as icy. “A woman was just brought in. She’s asking for you. Name is Martha Yates.”

  “Shit,” I mumbled and began walking towards the patient bays. “Which one?”

  “Bay six,” I heard her reply, but I paid no further attention to her.

  Whipping the curtain back, I found Martha lying on a gurney with an EMT on one side of her and Todd on the other checking her vita
ls. Her face was covered in blood and bruises were quickly forming on her swollen eyes and cheekbones. Her arm was held limply across her body. Her eyes were closed, leading me to believe she was unconscious, but at the sound of my voice asking what happened they opened and tears spilled down her cheeks.

  “Oh, Megan,” she choked as sobs bucked her body. A low moan of pain came next, so I hurried to her and placed my hand over her limp hand to offer some comfort.

  “What are we dealing with here?” I asked the EMT again.

  After listening to him explain her broken arm, contusions and violation, I turned back to Martha to see her eyes were screwed shut in what I assumed was either pain, humiliation or a mixture of the two.

  “It will be okay,” I whispered in her ear reassuringly and then began barking orders.

  Once x-rays were run, Todd cleaned Martha up. I stitched up her wounds in silence and then set and casted her arm. Next I performed a rape kit.

  I rolled my chair over to the side of her bed when I was all done. We were alone for this part of the process and I planned on taking full advantage of it.

  “Hey,” I said softly. Her vacant eyes moved from the ceiling to my face. My heart instantly broke for her and hatred filled my body for her weak husband.

  “You warned me,” she said in a monotone voice that sent chills up my spine.

  “Martha—,” I started.

  “You warned me,” her words cut me off. “You knew this would happen. I… I thought I would be different. That Ted would be different. I never thought it would come to this. When I told him no, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t stopping. I was so shocked that I just laid there while he took what he wanted from me. He didn’t even care that I didn’t want it.”

  “Look at me,” I demanded when her eyes drifted back towards the ceiling. Once she complied, I continued, “It doesn’t matter what I warned you of. No woman deserves to be raped and beaten. Not by anybody, but especially not by her husband—the one person she should be able to trust above everyone else. Do not blame yourself, honey. Do not. I won’t stand for it.”