“I think we need to get a doctor to take a look at that eye, will you wait here while I make a call?”
I left him sitting on the bed while I went to the kitchen to find Evelyn and Ted.
“His friend told him he wasn’t allowed to play with him because Robert is a bad man, according to the friend’s mother,” I said.
“What? That’s terrible,” Evelyn replied.
“I know. Ted, did you get the friends name?”
“Yes, I got a report from the school, it’s in the office somewhere. I’ll go get it.”
“Oh, Brooke. That poor boy. What are we going to do?” Evelyn asked.
“I think you’re right, a doctor needs to check his eye over, it’s really swollen. I’ll take him to the hospital and give Robert a call on the way. I’m bloody furious though. Where has this mum got that from?”
“She might have seen something in the press, who knows. Seems a bit coincidental though, what with the stuff Rogers has been saying.”
“Mmm, that’s what I’m thinking. We can’t question her about it though, but I think someone needs to speak to the school. We don’t want rumours being spread and the other kids get affected.”
I went back to the room to collect Gerry and we headed for the car. I buckled him in the back seat and asked Gary to take us to the hospital. Because Gerry had weak muscles in one eye, the reason he needed his glasses to read, I wanted to be sure there wasn’t any damage. Gerry’s hand reached over to take mine.
“I’m not going to die am I?” he asked.
“Of course not, why would you ask that?”
“Last time I was at a hospital, my mom died,” he said.
“Oh darling, nothing like that is going to happen, I promise. I just want the doctor to make sure your eye is okay.”
I texted Robert to let him know what had happened and where I was off to. The Emergency Department was busy and we had to take a seat in the waiting area. Thankfully, because of his age, we didn’t have to wait long. His name was called and we followed a nurse to a cubicle for examination.
“Hey little guy, what do we have here?” a doctor said as he came through the curtain.
“I got a punch but I punched back real good,” Gerry said.
“Let’s take a look, shall we?”
The doctor checked over the skin, shone a flashlight in Gerry’s eye and prodded the eye socket. Gerry cried out in pain. At the same time I heard a voice.
“Gerry Miles, where is he?” Robert said, somewhat aggressively.
I stepped to the curtain and pulled it open slightly. Robert was talking to a nurse.
“We’re here,” I said, catching his attention. He strode over with a very concerned look on his face.
“You didn’t need to come, I just wanted to get him checked over,” I said.
“Of course I did, how is he?”
I pulled back the curtain to let Robert in while the doctor was writing up some notes.
“Hey buddy, that’s a big bruise you’ve got there,” Robert said.
On seeing Robert, Gerry started to cry again. I didn’t think it was from the pain though. The doctor finished his notes and told me that, although he didn’t think anything was broken, he wanted to run a quick x-ray. Gerry’s sight seemed to be fine but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. I smiled and thanked him. Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hand over Gerry’s head and soothing him.
“Shush, it’s okay. I hope the other guy looks worse than you do,” Robert said, trying to make Gerry smile. It worked.
The nurse had returned with a little cup of pain killing medicine and to take Gerry for his x-ray. Robert and I waited in the cubicle and I told him what I knew.
“We should go back to the home schooling,” Robert said.
“I don’t think that’s the right thing to do, the kids need to socialise, be with other children. Ted is going to speak to the head teacher but we can’t pull these kids every time they get into a fight. It might be a one off, let’s see what happens first. Anyway, weren’t you in a meeting?”
“Yes, but this is more important. I can’t believe he got into a fight,” he said with a chuckle.
“It’s not funny. I’ve told him he shouldn’t have done that. Kids are going to say mean things all the time, he can’t just hit out.”
“Took an age to park, is he all right?” I heard. Turning, I saw Travis stride across the room.
Robert filled him in as Gerry was wheeled back from his x-ray.
“Well, if it isn’t Gerry the Destroyer,” Travis said, throwing some punches and pretending to box.
Gerry laughed as I slapped Travis on the arm. “It’s not funny, Travis. We don’t do fighting outside the gym, do we Gerry?”
“Well, I think that deserves a soda,” Travis said, making his way to a drink machine.
We waited a while for the doctor to come back and confirm everything was fine, no fractures and he was confident there was no damage to Gerry’s sight but would arrange for a test in a few days. We could take him home. Robert completed some paperwork and I helped Gerry get his T-shirt back on. As he approached, Gerry put out his arms and Robert scooped him up.
“Your boy’s a cute one,” a nurse said as she passed.
Before I could answer, Robert replied, “Yes, he is.”
We arrived back at the home as Ted had pulled onto the drive with the mini van after picking the rest of the kids up from school. They bundled out and surrounded Gerry, asking lots of questions and giving him a hug and high five’s, delighted that he’d had his first fight. I shook my head, boys will be boys, I guessed.
***
Robert was quiet on the journey home, we had sent Gary off at the hospital and we travelled together.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He had been staring out the side window for most of the journey.
“Sure, just thinking that’s all.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not now, later,” he said, taking my hand.
We arrived home to a smell of something delicious, roast chicken for dinner. Evelyn asked after Gerry and once we filled her in she left.
“Those kids have been in scraps before, some have ended up in the hospital but when I saw your text, my heart stopped. This is going to sound odd but there’s something special about Gerry,” Robert said.
“You are getting very close to him, you need to be careful of that,” I replied.
“What do you mean?”
“What if someone wanted to adopt him? I don’t know how it works for those kids but there might be a family out there who can offer him his happy ever after, could you let him go?”
He didn’t answer immediately. “I could. If a great family came along, it would make me happy to see him adopted.”
We finished our meal and I washed the plates. As I walked back around the breakfast bar, Robert caught me by the waist, pulling me between his legs. I stroked my fingers down his cheek.
“You owe me something, I seem to remember,” he whispered.
A slow grin spread across my face as I watched his eyes darken. He stood, took my hand and led me down to the bedroom. Leaving me standing in the middle of the room, he sat in his chair.
“Strip, slowly,” he said.
I pulled the shirt from the waistband of my skirt, opening the buttons from the bottom upwards and let it slide from my shoulders. My nipples were already straining against the lace of the red bra I wore. I reached behind and slowly lowered the zip of my skirt, it pooled around my feet. I took a step towards him. He didn’t speak. Again, he was my puppet master, he was controlling every movement, every thought rushing through my brain. I unclipped my bra, slipped it off my shoulders until it rested on one fingertip which I held out to the side before letting it fall. I took another step towards him.
I hooked my fingers under the sides of my red lace panties slowly pushing them down, first off one foot then the other. Again, I held them on the edge of my fingers, this time letting
them fall in his lap. He picked them up, screwed them into a ball in one fist before bringing them to his face and slowly inhaling my scent. The sight brought a moan to my lips. My breathing was fast and shallow and a heat crept from my stomach to my neck.
I knelt at his feet and lent back on my heels. This is what he wanted, what he craved. He needed to see me, to witness the expressions on my face, to see the quiver in my stomach as my desire and want for him grew. He needed to see what he had created. This creature, me, kneeling at his feet so wet, so hot, was completely of his making.
I moistened two fingers in my mouth, drew them down my chest to one already hard nipple. I squeezed and twisted, the sensation bringing goose bumps to my skin. I rolled my nipple around in my fingers all the time keeping my eyes locked on his. His gaze would flick from my breast to my face, his eyes black and his lips parted slightly.
His only form of communication was to let his eyes travel down my body, my fingers followed as if controlled by his thoughts. I parted my wet lips to find my clitoris so swollen and throbbing. I ran my fingers over that little nub of sensitivity until I could feel my legs begin to quiver, the butterflies wake and dance in my stomach. I slid two fingers inside me feeling the heat of my flesh and my nerve endings sparked. I moaned louder as I moved my fingers and as my palm rubbed gently against my clitoris.
I closed my eyes, his stare was becoming intense as he lent slightly forward. I moved my fingers faster, hooking them against the side wall to reach that spot Robert could, that spot that would send me over the edge and it did. I cried out his name as I came. As I pulled my hand away I felt him grip my wrist. I opened my eyes to watch him lift my hand to his face and as he placed my fingers in his mouth to suck off my juices, I moaned again.
He stood, pulling me from the floor. His hand held my throat, tipping back my head as his mouth devoured mine. His arm snaked around my waist and over my backside. He squeezed one cheek, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his erection against my stomach, his heart hammered in his chest as his kiss deepened and became more urgent.
He pulled his mouth away from mine, took a step back and dragged his shirt over his head. He undid his jeans, they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He took my hand and led me to the bed gently pushing me down so I lay on my front. I heard the drawer of his bedside cabinet slide open and then he took my wrists and pulled my arms above my head, tying them to the headboard. I felt his fingers run down my spine, his tongue following, his teeth biting, leaving a trail of marks until he found what he wanted. My body tensed, I took a deep breath as his finger ran down the crack of my arse. It was followed by his tongue, licking, lubricating me. Oh God. I buried my face in the pillow to stifle a moan. He pushed in a finger slowly, relaxing me, gently moving in and out. I gripped the headboard as my stomach did somersaults. I wanted to be on my knees to push back against him and as I moved my legs, his hand slapped down hard against one cheek.
I cried out but not in pain, my body, my nerve endings were on fire. He slapped repeatedly and I could feel my body throb. I could feel the wetness on my thighs. His hand stroked, soothing the skin. He pulled out his finger and gripped my hips, bringing me up to my knees, to the place I wanted to be. His lips kissed the smarting skin before he laid beneath me and pulled me down to his face. His tongue flattened against my opening, sliding to my clitoris. He licked and sucked, holding it between his teeth gently squeezing as his tongue flicked at the end. I was a bundle of static, my body shocked to the core and on the verge of another orgasm.
“Come for me, baby,” Robert said. His voice was my undoing and I dissolved around him.
He slid out from under me and I collapsed on the bed. Robert held my hips and turned me over until I was on my back and he laid over me. He lent his head down to mine, his kiss was fierce and tasted of me.
“Do you want my cock in you?” he asked, his voice so low.
“Yes,” I replied.
“How?”
“Hard and deep.”
I hadn’t finished the words before he slammed into me, jolting my body up the bed a little. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded just as I had asked, fast and deep. He bit me hard across my collar bone, his teeth breaking my skin, his tongue licking. I watched the muscles on his arms strain, the veins on his neck bulge and with one final deep kiss, he growled into my mouth giving in to his orgasm. He sunk to his elbows and his head rested on my chest. I could feel his heart pound, hear him suck in deep breaths and then he laughed.
“Fuck, that was epic,” he said.
I giggled. “Epic it was, now untie me please.”
He reached up and untied my hands, I wrapped my arms around his body holding him to me, I didn’t want to let him go. However, I needed the bathroom.
“I need to pee,” I said.
He rolled away from me, I swung my legs off the side of the bed and sat up.
“Ouch,” I said. That comment caused Robert to look over.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
I laughed. “No, you just fucked me raw and my backside stings.”
I stood on shaky legs and made my way to the bathroom. Standing with my back to the mirror, I turned at the waist to look.
“Bloody hell, Robert, come here and look,” I called out.
He winced as he came into the room. One cheek of my backside displayed a red, perfect hand print. I started to laugh and cupped his face for a kiss. Spanking me was something he wasn’t comfortable with having been beaten himself as a kid, but this was different. It was a huge turn on and done in the heat of passion. He laughed along with me before turning on the shower and pulling me in with him. The hot water stung but he gently rubbed gel onto his hands and then my poor backside.
We snuggled in bed and it wasn’t long before my eyelids drooped and I fell into a deep sleep.
***
It was with reluctance that I opened my eyes the following morning. I was so comfy that I could have stayed snuggled under the duvet with Robert for another hour or so. I turned on my side to see him wide awake and looking at me. He smiled.
“Hey baby. How’s your ass this morning?” he asked.
“My arse is fine, I think and don’t go getting those black eyes, the rest of me is still sore,” I said laughing.
“How sore? I can kiss it better,” he replied.
“Oh don’t. If you do that I’ll want more and then I won’t be able to walk.”
“I’d like that, you not being able to walk,” he said, his fingers roaming my stomach.
“Are you good enough to completely incapacitate me?” I teased.
“Oh I’m good baby, fucking good,” he said.
I couldn’t argue with that so I gave in, not that I had any intention of holding back. I wanted him as much as he always wanted me. I straddled him for a nice morning quickie. After, as I lay panting on his chest, he rolled me to one side.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you all day, I have work to do,” he said, ever the charmer.
I sighed as I headed for the bathroom, a quick wash down was all the time I had before getting dressed, makeup on and heading upstairs. Travis was already waiting, playing with his phone.
“Have you heard from Caroline?” I asked as I sipped my tea.
“Not a thing,” he replied, shaking his head.
Robert slapped him on the back as he passed, gulped down his coffee and grabbed a pastry to eat on the way. Travis seemed to have gone from scared, sulking and now seemed to be entering an angry phase. I had to make a conscious effort not to say anything, it was his own fault, he’d left it too long. We arrived at work in record time, I had clung onto the door handle on one occasion when he had cornered too fast.
My day consisted of meetings with Richard, organising press releases to announce the stores that had taken up some of the retail units and a call from Sam. He was staying put for another week although Scott was returning. It seemed his mum was getting on brilliantly with Scott and I was pleased. It
was a terrible time for them to meet, but at least they had. In the afternoon Robert texted, asking if I wanted dinner at the club, it was time to shake Travis out of this mood. I wasn’t entirely sure the club was the place to do that but agreed. I guessed being somewhere public might mean Travis listened instead of getting in a mood and storming off. I met them in the foyer at half past five and we headed off.
***
We were seated in our usual place, a booth at the back shielded by planting. It gave us the privacy to talk. Robert ordered a bottle of red wine and we scanned the menu, chatting about our day. Once the waiter had taken our order and left, Robert turned to Travis.
“You’ve got to shake out of this, bro. You left it too long, she’s gone.”
“I know I left it too long but the least she can do is talk to me,” Travis replied.
“Have you sent her a text?” I asked. “She might read that, tell her you’re sorry and you just want to talk.”
“I could do, I guess. I miss her and Harley. I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” he said.
“You have to tell her how scared you are. What does she know about you, Trav?” I asked.
“Nothing, she doesn’t even know about being on the streets. She asked about my parents, I said they were dead. They are to me.”
“Then she needs to know why you panicked. If you tell her about your childhood she might understand,” I replied.
Our conversation was halted by the waiter bringing our starters. As he put the plates on the table, my phone rang. I answered without looking at the caller display, distracted by the waiter.
“Hello?”
“Brooke, it’s Caroline, where are you?”
“I’m at the club, are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m on my way.”
“I’m with...” Before I could finish my sentence she had hung up. I looked at the phone for a moment.
“That was Caroline, she’s on her way here. She didn’t sound happy though,” I said.
“What did she say?” Travis asked.
“Nothing other than to ask where I was and tell me that she was on her way. She cut the call off before I could say who else was here.”
“Might not be a bad thing. We can leave, Brooke, let them talk,” Robert added.
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