“Stop brother!” Joey yells and I hear boots scuffling on the cement floor, heavy breathing and someone coughing.
“I’m gonna kill this motherfucker,” Dornan growls.
“No, V needs you, take care of her. We got this,” Joey says.
There’s a long pause, more coughing and then I hear someone spit.
“If you ever so much as look at her, if you even think about her and I find out, I’ll fucking kill you. Get the fuck outta here and take your shitty ass club with you before I kill every one of them,” Dornan tells Brayden.
A searing pain shoots through the back of my head, as finally the injury from hitting the wall registers in my body. My eyes are barely able to stay open, when someone lifts me and presses my head onto their shoulder. Knowing instantly it’s Dornan. He holds me with my legs wrapped around his hips, placing my arms over his shoulders, since I can’t manage to do it myself. My body trembles against him as I gasp in his smell, and fight the urge to cry. But I won’t, there’s no need, I’m safe now and Dornan won’t let anything happen to me.
“I got you babe,” he whispers and begins walking.
I don’t know why but I say, “No.”
Thinking maybe he’s about to walk me through the party, and everyone will see me. He continues to walk us and places a hand on the back of my head, covering the pain that’s throbbing there. Almost like he’s connected to me, and knows exactly where I hurt.
“We’re going out the back,” he replies.
Dornan and Joey converse as he tucks me into the car, another male voice I wanna say is Drag and a female voice I recognize as Skye joining them. Skye? Why is Skye here? Or maybe I hit my head harder than I thought, and I’m delusional. There’s vague awareness when we get to my house, Bagheera’s whining and licking my hand, as Dornan carries me in his arms.
“It’s okay boy,” Dornan tells him as he lays me onto the bed, and I finally pass out.
8
My head feels like it’s in a vise, my eyes burning and they feel too big in my skull. My throat’s sore and dry, other parts of me ache and it takes me a minute after waking up to realize why. The previous night’s events rush back to me and cause a sinking feeling in my chest. I’m alone in bed, and when I finally manage to open my eyes fully, the sun’s shining and it seems late. Sure enough when I raise my head to see the clock, it’s already two p.m.
I hear Bagheera’s nails clicking on the wood floor downstairs and a low rumble of a male voice. It takes me a while longer to sit up and shuffle to the bathroom. Immediately, I’m vomiting into the toilet, which at least stops the room from spinning. I recall that during the night, Dornan woke me to take some headache medicine, but he didn’t stay with me. I take a hot shower, scrubbing away the shame and regret from last night. Yes, things could’ve been a lot worse, Brayden could have...but didn’t. No thanks to my inebriated state, he almost did. I’ve taken a beating before, probably worse than this one. I’m not sure if these feelings are magnified because Brayden’s someone I thought I loved at one time. But never have I felt so violated, and vulnerable, so defenseless. The guilt eats me up that I put myself in that position, and I promise myself I never will again.
After my shower, I slip panties on and a long t-shirt over my head before walking downstairs. I want to eat, take more meds, and go back to bed, and I assume Dornan will leave once he realizes I’m fine. When I see Dornan in the kitchen, arms braced on the counter with his head down, my heart pauses. Bagheera comes in through the doggy door to greet me.
“Hey buddy,” I say softly, leaning down to kiss his head.
When I stand, pain and blood rush to my head, causing me to wince and press a palm against my forehead. Without a word, Dornan hands me two white pills and a glass of water. I take them, his eyes flickering up to mine for a moment, before he turns to face the window to the backyard again. I don’t know what to say, ‘thanks for beating Brayden up, thanks for stopping me from getting raped, sorry I got so drunk.’
“I’m sorry,” I finally muster.
Dornan lets out a breath and shakes his head slightly.
“Sorry?” He questions, his tone annoyed.
“Yes, sorry,” I lift a shoulder, my voice raising almost in defense.
“For what?” His eyes turn to mine, then dip down to the marks on my neck.
“For...everything-for getting drunk and not being able to get myself out of a situation, that you had to beat someone up for me, that I put you in that position-”
“Trust me, I’ve been wanting to get into a fight with that asshole for a long time,” he states. “And what if I hadn’t come back there V... then what?”
“Then I would’ve had to deal with that for the rest of my life, accept what I did and what happened and move on,” I state adamantly.
His eyes harden then narrow.
“Please tell me that’s never happened to you before.”
“No,” I rush out. “Brayden’s never been like that with me-”
“I don’t mean Brayden, I mean anyone, anytime.”
The pain and fear in his eyes causes my eyes to water, swallowing hard as I shake my head.
“No,” I finally whisper.
Dornan lets out a long hard breath and bows his head, closing his eyes. We stand there in silence and I can’t stop the tears from pooling in my eyes, the overwhelming heaviness of the situation taking over.
“How the hell did you think you were gonna get home if I wasn’t there?” He stops and shakes his head again.
“I was,” my voice wavers and I stop. “Sven said he’d take me, or I was gonna stay at your apartment. I’m sorry Dornan, I fucked up, I know it. Stop trying to make me feel worse, I’ve already beat myself up enough this morning.”
His eyes open and shoot to me, faltering slightly when he notices the tears falling down my cheeks.
“It’s all I can see...him touching you and you not able to do shit.”
I can’t take this, the intensity. The need to distance myself, has me walking backwards towards the dining room.
“Try not to act like a stupid bitch next time you drink,” he mumbles.
I halt, is he being serious? Did he just call me a bitch? My self-pity turns to anger in an instant, like he thinks he’s going to throw that at me and I won’t respond. Is he trying to piss me off? Because it works.
“Oh like you’re one to talk, how many fights have you gotten into when you’re drunk? How many times have you been locked up when you’re drunk? Or the countless other mistakes you’ve made… so don’t you dare fucking lecture me because I fuck upone time and you think it’s a free pass to make me the asshole! Stupid bitch my ass, you goddamn fucking piece of shit!” I yell while whirling around, away from him.
“Maven,” he growls.
And if his tone of voice didn’t alert me to his temperament, the use of my full name sure does.
“We’re not done talking.”
I stop and turn to face him again, his brows furrowed as he stares me down with that hardened expression I’ve seen him give enemies before. I’ve seen grown men crumble at this look, but not me, nope. He’s about to lay into me, but I’m going to cut him off at the pass.
“No, you’re not gonna talk down to me like I don’t know I did something stupid or last night couldn’t have changed my life forever…if all you’re gonna do is make me feel more like shit than I already do, you can just fucking leave,” I huff and again turn away.
I get one foot in the hallway, planning on heading back to my room to sleep. When suddenly Dornan’s hands grab my arms, whirling me around and pushing my ass against the wall. Then he grasps my hips as his face comes within inches of mine, our noses touching, our lips a hair’s-breath away. I lean closer wanting his lips on mine but he retreats, pulling his head back and then closer to toy with me. His breathing is labored as he yanks my hips towards him using my panties, before pulling them down my thighs. He drops to his knees, and guides my panties off my feet before tossing them aside. I need t
his, yes, something terrible happened last night to me, but I need Dornan to show me worship and erase all the touches Brayden has ever placed on my skin. His palms lift under my thighs, draping my legs over his shoulders as he plants his lips on my clit, his mouth devouring my pussy.
“Oh God,” I pant. “Oh God.”
Slapping my opened hands onto the wall beside me to brace myself, but Dornan’s body and strength keep me upright, and my back firmly against the wall. My hair falls over my shoulders in long curtains, as I look down at his tongue lapping my flesh, my chest heaving under my shirt. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he pulls me against his mouth, licking, sucking, and fucking my pussy with his tongue.
“So good, so perfect-“ Dornan chants against my pussy.
Nothing’s ever felt this good, no one has ever shown such profuse attention to my body like this before. Dornan groans as he eats me, my eyes closing as my head hits the wall, all pain from my injury seeming nonexistent as he takes me...he fuckingtakes me. He maneuvers my leg over his shoulder as he frees one of his hands, and I hear the rustling of fabric. Blinking to clear my vision and look down to see him struggling to free the button on his jeans. Finally, his magnificent dick comes free, and he moans as he takes himself in hand, beginning to stroke it.
“Swear to Christ tasting you is gonna make me come.”
Oh. My. God.
I’m so wet and getting wetter as I feel my orgasm approaching, the unreachable reaction no man has ever given me. His lips latch onto my clit to push me over the edge. Stomach trembling, thighs quivering in an all-out explosion of my senses. I swear I’ve never come so hard in my life, not even on my own. As colors dance behind my eyelids, Dornan whispers things to me as he softly kisses my clit one last time, causing me to shudder at the sensitive flesh he’s still toying with.
Urgently he sets me on my feet, my skin still thrumming with orgasm and excitement, wanting the feelings to never end. The need only intensifies, as his cock presses against my clit. With shaking hands, I grip the hem of his shirt at the same instant he reaches back with one hand to pull it over his head. When all that bare chiseled flesh comes into view, my mouth goes to it. Kissing down his neck to his collarbone, dragging my tongue down the center of his abs while I sink to my knees. Dornan growls and puts both his palms against the wall in front of him, bowing his head to watch me. Not that I’ve seen many cocks in real life, but Dornan’s is beautiful. Standing thick and proud and hard, the veins defined, the flushed head huge and bobbing before my lips. I want to play, study it, but not now, right now I want to make him come. My fingers wrap around the base as I suck him into my mouth.
“Maven,” he moans.
His eyes blink lazily, looking down at me with excitement and lust. There’s never been an urge on my part to suck a dick before, I never thought I was particularly good at it either, but the way he’s watching me drives me blow job crazy. I suck hard as I pull back, liking the sensation of my lips slipping over the thick skin of the head. Bumping the wall with the back of my skull with a thud, Dornan hurriedly places a hand over the tender spot to protect it. My hand pumps and squeezes as my mouth takes him deep, my tongue dancing along the underside, my other hand cups and massages his balls. Then both of his hands are on my head as he begins to thrust into my mouth. At first slow, but when he realizes he can go further into my throat, and I can take it, he moves faster. Frantically he thrusts as he pushes into me, my grip tightening at the base along with my mouth. My watery eyes never leave his, as warm spurts of semen shoot onto my tongue.
“Jesus-fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
He groans long as his jaw tightens, before his lips part and he begins panting. His hands loosen their hold on my head, his hips slowing, his body jerking slightly as the last remnants from his orgasm leave him.
I swallow and remove my mouth from him, feeling totally bad ass that I just made him come. But then the pain from my head injury returns, or maybe my high’s wearing off, because now I can barely keep my eyes open. Dornan lifts me, cradling me in his arms as he carries me upstairs to bed. He situates me on my side, facing him as he lays down beside me. His arm curling over my torso to press his hand onto my lower back, bringing our bodies as close as possible. My face nuzzles into his neck, and I inhale him with a deep breath before falling asleep.
When I wake, there’s warmth between my legs. I’m on my back. A strong hand massaging my breasts underneath my shirt, while Dornan’s tongue runs back and forth along my folds. My legs are bent at the knees as he pushes my thighs open with his shoulders, his fingers spreading my lips so he can delve deeper. I’m thrusting and grinding my hips up to his face, my fingers clawing into the sheets as I come while his name escapes in a moan from my mouth. As my breathing slows and my head clears, Dornan kisses up my torso. Showing attention to each breast, sucking on my nipples over my shirt, before kissing up to my bare neck.
“Well, hello.” I smile, running my hands through his short hair, before wrapping my arms around his wide shoulders.
“How are you feeling?” he whispers in my ear.
“Uh, besides amazingly fantastic...hungry,” I smile even wider.
The sun’s setting and I feel better, my head’s still sore but after two earth shattering orgasms, I feel like a new woman. Who knew that this is what I’ve been missing all my life, that Dornan and I could’ve been having this for years now, but instead I wasted time with Brayden. Dornan lays between my legs, his erection pressing into my thigh, but he makes no move to push for anything more. Instead, he kisses me softly, my neck, my cheeks, my face, treasuring me. The intimacy makes my eyes burn, the feelings he’s conjuring in me, are ones I’ve never experienced before. It makes me thankful that I can say that Brayden never made me feel this way, that this is something for Dornan and Dornan only. Finally, he rises up from the bed, shooting me a sweet smile before kicking the sheet off his jean clad legs and walking out of the room. When he bypasses the bathroom, I begin to ask what he’s doing when he beats me to it.
“Don’t get up, I’ll be right back,” he says.
There’s going to be no problem with that because I’m limp and languid. I hear Dornan talking to Bagheera, and the sound of dog food being poured into his bowl before letting him out the back door. Sneaking into the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror, the marks on my neck from Brayden are still red and visible but easy to cover with my hair. My hair’s a rumpled and wild looking mess that shouts ‘I just got some.’ Slickness coats between my legs, as my pussy still trembles with the aftermath of orgasm. This new sensation of being thoroughly worked over, totally wrung out, it’s foreign but so welcomed.
“I told you not to get up,” Dornan says from the doorway, knocking me from my thoughts and scaring the shit out of me.
I smile at not obeying him.
“Come on.”
Reaching his hand out for me to take it, gladly I follow his bare back and low riding jeans down the steps. I’m still in a t-shirt and nothing else, the house is dark except for the light over the sink in the kitchen. When we walk into the dining room, there’s two bowls of cereal sitting there. I smile and press a kiss on the back of his shoulder before sitting down, scooping a large amount of the chocolatey puffs onto my spoon and shoveling it into my mouth. Dornan smiles at my unladylike way of eating, but I’m so hungry that I don’t care.
“You have quite the cereal collection, I thought you grew out of that.” he says, walking over to the fridge and grabbing juice from the door.
“Never,” I mumble around another mouthful. All my life cereal has been my favorite meal, mainly since growing up with a dad who never cooked. Dornan sets three headache pills on the table along with the jug of juice beside me, then he begins eating. We sit in comfortable silence, as we scarf down our food. After my second bowl, I sit back with a contented sigh and look at him.
“I feel better now,” I state.
“How’s your head?”
“Okay, it comes and goes,” I shrug.
“Do you want me to take you to the doctor?”
“No, I’ll be okay. Thank you though,” I tell him.
Bagheera wanders in from outside and sits at my feet, nudging his nose into my hands for me to pet him. I scratch the fur on his cheeks, and lean down to kiss his nose. Excitedly he sits up, putting his front paws on my lap and pushes closer as his tail wags like crazy along the floor.
“Did you want me to go?” Dornan asks.
I raise my head and furrow my brows.
“No. Why?”
Honestly confused as to why he’s asking.
“You told me to leave earlier,” he says, still looking down at his food.
I slide my hand across the table, and flick his wrist with my index finger.
“Hey,” I say softly.
He turns his head to look at me. The thought that I might say ‘yes’ is all over his face.
“I was mad. I want you to stay,” I smile.
That night we spent time in the living room, sprawled in a tangle of limbs on the couch, watching mindless television and snacking. Other than the occasional kiss, things remain PG, and I’m not sure why. The thrum of sexual tension pulses between us, my insides feel fluttery, my skin so aware when he touches me. Never has someone made me feel like this, it’s like electricity is flowing through my veins, lighting me up from the inside.
The next morning, I wake up alone and hear music coming from one of the spare bedrooms. I get out of bed and run my hands through my hair as I walk down the hall, seeing Bagheera laying on the floor by one of the open doors. When I enter the room I see Dornan in the en-suite bathroom, lights on as he paints... he’s painting the bathroom. The house still isn’t finished and I work on it when I can, all I have left to do is paint the four spare bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs.
“Hey there.”
I say over the music, as I pet Bagheera’s head. Dornan has a paint can in one hand, his other raised above his head holding the paintbrush, as he looks over his shoulder at me.
“Hey...did I wake you?” he asks, his eyes look me up and down with that little side smirk.
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