Sessions Interrupted

by Kristi Pelton

  “Meg. Please. I’d love to talk to you. You just up and disappeared and you know, I’m sorry.”

  My eyes raked over Jared’s still handsome face. “Two years Jared. It’s been two years. You didn’t just hit me once but twice. There will never be opportunity for a third.”

  “This guy hit you?” Wink asked, his smile fading.

  Damn, my feet were hurting. I nodded to Wink, threw him an eye roll and turned to Kieran, who was eyeballing me, and in the most mature way I could think of, I gave him the finger for this little sex wager I’d just found out about. By having sex with me, his friends made money? Then he could pay me too. Of course, then some girl in heels and a short skirt grabbed hold of his arm. I looked down at my own attire. What the hell was I thinking? I needed to go home.

  Jared grabbed my arm a little too forcefully.

  “Please Meg. Talk to me.” I’d recognize abusive eyes like his anywhere. Just like Daddy and always with liquor on the breath. I jerked my arm from Jared’s grasp.

  Wink pulled his arm up to his mouth and spoke into his little cord. “Malcolm and Todd. Code K.”

  “Seriously, Jared. Leave me the hell alone.” I needed to talk to Kieran and what was a code K?

  Jared grabbed my arm a second time and gritted through clenched teeth, “I just wanna talk.”

  And it was in that flash of a moment where I saw a wide-eyed, scowling Todd come flying up from one direction. Wink hurdled the bar right in front of me. Then I heard Jared’s painful yelp. When I spun back to him, I saw Kieran’s fist in his hair when he slammed Jared’s face against the wooden bar. Some black guy wrapped his arms through Kieran’s, quickly putting into a full nelson. Jared’s nose and mouth were blood-soaked and he shrieked out in pain. Todd stood between Kieran, who was still bound by, I’m assuming, Malcolm.

  I hated fights…more than I hated anything. As much as I enjoyed seeing Jared’s blood over mine, my stomach churned at the sight. And to think that Kieran didn’t think twice about slamming Jared’s face into a slab of wood.

  I didn’t realize I had back stepped as far away as I had as my gasps turned to near hyperventilating. Wink had wet rags on Jared’s nose and Kieran’s eyes were centered on me. On my responses. A painful grimace flashed across his face.

  “Let me go, Malcolm.”

  I held up my hand to stop him from thinking about coming toward me.

  “Don’t…” I whispered and shook my head, then as quick as that I turned and left.

  Chapter 27—Kieran

  As I watched Doc back step away from me, my heart stopped beating for a second.

  “Call the cops,” the cocksucker who’d grabbed Doc’s arm mumbled through his bleeding nose and mouth. Wink nodded, glaring at me.

  “We’ll call the cops, but we have several people who saw you forcefully grabbing the girl, dickhead,” Todd said.

  Malcolm spun me around where a group of girls stood watching with rounded eyes, but smiling and squirming when I looked at them. The one girl who mattered, the one I wanted to make happy, was out the door. Malcolm released me and I wasn’t waiting around. I took off.

  Outside the bar, I glanced both ways when I spotted her jogging barefoot down the street. I jumped on my bike, started her up and drove in Doc’s direction.

  She was still about fifty feet from her car when her eyes met mine as I pulled up next to her.

  “Get on,” I ordered.

  “Kieran, don’t…”

  “Get on!” I wasn’t fucking around.

  “And if I don’t are you going to hit me?” she spat out.

  “Doc. I’m angry but I would never take a hand to you. Ever. Now, get on the damn bike.”

  Like any true lady, she hiked her dress up and threw her leg over like she was growing accustomed to.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  I accelerated quicker than I wanted and she jerked away from me. I mentally thanked God I’d put the backrest on last week. I didn’t have the helmet and I was pissed for not thinking about it…about the possibilities. I breathed easier when her arms snaked around my midsection.

  I drove and drove, hoping to block the wind. It was chillier than shit as the city lights faded behind us. I veered off the highway onto the curvy, two-lane side road that I loved, finally stopping in front of a waterfall. I killed the engine but kept the headlight shining on the falls.

  “I’m sorry, Doc.”

  She sat quietly, with her head resting on my back. “For which, Mr. Scott? Betting that you’d get me into bed or destroying a man’s face?”

  I released the handlebars and sat back into her touch, my back still to her.

  “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m not sorry for hurting him. You flinched when he grabbed your arm. He was out of line.”

  “You slammed his face into the bar, Kieran,” she said quietly and with a hint of fear in her voice.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “That’s not OK.”

  I heard what she was saying, but it was hard for me to see things that way. I wouldn’t allow her to be hurt. It was hard enough for me to allow any man to disrespect or hurt any woman, but to hurt Doc… Watching him grab her from the stool where I sat was like adding gas to an already smoldering fire. I allowed it once but the second time was inexcusable.

  “Then he should have never touched you.”

  I didn’t know what the hell I wanted from her but it was more than I’d ever wanted before. Hell, I’d never wanted a damn thing from any woman before. I didn’t know how to do this… I was a twenty-fucking-six year old man and I had never wooed a woman before. Ever.

  I stood, lifted one leg off the bike, turned around and lifted the other back over, straddling it again, but facing her. That was the first time I noticed she was hunched over and shaking. Leaning in and past her, I opened my saddlebag, tugged on my leather jacket until it slipped out, then I wrapped it around her shoulders. On her own, she slid her arms in.

  “You don’t know who I am, Doc.”

  “Kieran…don’t,” she whispered, reaching up and caressing the length of my face. Surprising myself, I turned into her touch, brushing my lips and lightly touching my tongue to her palm. Her hands were cold so I grabbed her other hand, held them together and blew into them.

  Her fucking needy eyes stared up at me. And it pissed me off that she didn’t see what kind of guy I really was. I gripped her neck and forcefully shoved my mouth over hers, my tongue darting hard and fast into her mouth—like I knew she didn’t like. She winced and whimpered as her tongue tried to keep up with the frantic pace of mine; but then her lips pressed together and she tried to resist my kiss.

  She gasped when I released her.

  “Don’t…” she whispered again.

  “I’m serious, Doc,” I said skating my hand up her thigh, stopping just shy of her panties…I could feel the heat radiating from her. She didn’t flinch.

  “Knock it off. I know what you’re doing. Last night you were buried inside me, Kieran. Did you think I was going to stop you tonight?”

  “I could easily overpower you if you tried to stop me.”

  She shook her head. “You don’t scare me. In fact, quite the opposite.”

  Fuck this shit. She was trying to get in my head and manipulate me. I shot upright and off the bike.

  “Believe me, sweetheart, I am one of the guys your father warned you about,” I growled and walked over to the water’s edge.

  “What do you want from me, Kieran? I’ve broken every possible code of ethics as a professional with you. You. Are. My. Client! We’ve texted. I’ve called you when I shouldn’t. I’ve moved in with you and now…I’ve slept with you. If the court finds out, I will lose my job. I can’t afford to pay you rent yet. I don’t know when or if I’ll have a payment on this new car. Kieran, before you, I could barely afford to eat. That embarrasses me to say but it’s true. And you’ve changed my life in more ways than you can imagine.”

  Hearing her words warmed me but all I had
to give her right now was my money…and my body.

  “Doc. I bought you some food because your kitchen was empty. I’ve given you a couple of rides home. None of those make me a saint. I am what I am.”

  “You’re right, Kieran. A saint would be someone that would have a balloon and candy bar bouquet delivered to a sweet little boy in the hospital. You wouldn’t do something like that.”

  Sarcasm dripped from her words. My brows arched up where she couldn’t see but I did turn and look at her. I wondered how she knew it was me. She’d gotten off the bike and stood on her bare feet, which I’m sure were freezing.

  “I did that for you. Not for me,” I said beneath my breath.

  “You did it because that is the kind of man you are,” she said, slowly stepping across the rocks toward me.

  It took every single stitch of self-control not to go to her and pick her up.

  “What do you want from me, Doc?”

  She slid her hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, which she truly drowned in.

  “I want to know what made you so confident that I’d fuck you—that you bet a thousand dollars on it. On me…” The last two words she whispered.

  “Watch your mouth. And I didn’t.”

  Finally next to me, she reared up on her tiptoes, “Don’t lie to me, Kieran,” she bellowed out angrily, but so fucking adorable I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her home.

  I clutched her shoulders. “I don’t lie, Doc. And I bet them that I wouldn’t fuck you in two weeks. I lost.”

  If I’d have known beforehand that the truth would hurt her, I wouldn’t have said anything at all. But with my admission came a little pucker between her brows and her phenomenal mouth fell open slightly.

  “You bet them that you wouldn’t fuck me?” she asked, confused, and took a couple of steps back.

  “Doc. It’s guy talk. Todd knew I needed his help twice,” I said holding up two fingers, “with regards to you. I’ve never helped any girl outside of my sister. So, they were talkin’ smack. Laid down a bet that I would have you in bed pretty quickly. I took the bet, said that I wouldn’t. “

  “But you did,” she said.

  I nodded. “And I’d pay ten times that to do it again.”

  “Kieran…,” she whispered, and every nerve in my body came alive.

  I took two slow steps toward her and as if she knew I was picking her up, she lifted her arms almost like a child. Once I had her body next to mine, she instinctively wrapped her legs around me and we both heard the ripping of material.

  Her eyes shot wider than I’d ever seen as she reached for her hip.

  “My dress ripped,” she shrieked, then we both started laughing.

  But the laughter only lasted until my mouth covered hers—this time the way she liked—slow, perfect kisses. Her nose was cold against my face and I knew I needed to get her home.

  I straddled the bike backward with her still around my waist. When I sat, I rested her ass as close to me as she could get and her legs draped over my upper thighs. My ability to multitask with her was remarkable. I could kiss, walk, sit, hold her and still think. Now I was going to kiss and make her come. So, as I continued to kiss her, my hand began snaking up her already conveniently spread legs. First I ran over the silkiness of her panties but I couldn’t wait another second to feel inside of her. I pushed her panties to the side as my middle finger slid easily into her. It amazed me how she responded to simply my finger. And with my finger buried in her, I rubbed my thumb over her sweet spot just above.

  She broke free from the kiss with soft little pants escaping her mouth. Acting on her own accord, she held on to my shirt as she lay back on the motorcycle. Fuck! I wanted to nail her right here. With my jeans on and my legs spread, my dick was about to break in half from the position I was in, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was moving.

  “Jesus, Megan,” I said watching her squirm beneath my touch.

  Her eyes came open long enough for me to see the flicker of fire I had ignited.

  “Oooh,” she cried out.

  I had learned over the years to neither increase nor decrease the pace when a woman made that sort of sound. That pleasurable outcry meant to keep doing exactly what I was doing. And I did. I did it with full intent to make her come… continue the assault with my finger and leave her waiting…until we got home.

  Suddenly, her thighs pressed down against mine and her hips arched up to meet my hand; and as she whimpered aloud, I felt her insides greedily pulsing around my finger. Oh sweet, sweet baby Jesus.

  “Kier-an,” she whispered making my name sound like two separate words.

  Keeping my finger in the warmth, I pulled her upright with my other hand and melded my mouth to hers, stifling her pants.

  Unexpectedly, a car’s headlights swept over us and I removed my hand and wrapped both arms around her, burying her face in my chest. The car didn’t stop but I felt like a 16-year-old kid getting caught while parking.

  “I want you, I need you,” Doc’s voice squeaked out as she was still pressed against me.

  I lifted her chin, kissed her softly across the lips and got off the bike. Tugging my chaps out of the saddlebag, I shook them out.

  “These are going to be too big but I promise you’ll be warm.”

  “No…please…I need you now.” Her desperate eyes begged as her tiny hands gripped my shirt.

  With my eyes, I scouted the entire area for anything. I feared my words would hurt her but I couldn’t do it here. Someone could walk upon us at anytime.

  “Doc. Someone could see us and I…”

  “I don’t care. Please. Please.”

  FUCK! I couldn’t listen to her pleas. I wouldn’t do it here…not with her. Someday maybe, but I wanted her warm in my bed not standing next to my bike.

  I offered her my hand and she stepped off the bike examining the rip of her dress.

  “You can’t keep ripping my clothes, Kieran. I don’t have that many.”

  God, if she only knew what I could buy her. I’d give her the best of everything.

  I only smiled and started to belt the chaps around her, zipping them up.

  “When we get home, baby…you’re mine,” I threatened in her ear, and her body shuddered.

  Her head fell forward in a defeated way, though, and I pressed my body into her back, hoping she felt that I wanted to be with her too.

  Her dress poofed out the top of the chaps but she was still cute as hell. Seeing my leather chaps and jacket on her…no words.

  “They look a little funny with the dress…naked would be better,” I joked, patting her ass.

  We hopped on the bike and headed home but about halfway there, I pulled over when I felt her grip loosen.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked lazily.

  “Are you going to sleep?”

  Her sleepy eyes blinked up at me and she nodded. “A little. I’m sorry.”

  Holy fuck. She could have fallen off the damn bike. I got off the bike, slid her up about two feet and got back on behind her.

  “Kieran! I can’t drive.”

  This made me laugh out loud. Like literally.

  “Yeah. No worries,” I said, starting my bike and tucking her into my chest. Then I whispered in her ear, “You may be a little colder but you probably won’t fall asleep.”

  I’d never ridden bitch on a bike but I’d ride bitch any day with her.

  Chapter 28—Megan

  As hard as I fought, being tucked in the security of his arms, sleep still found me. I think he knew it too because for a bit of the ride, he only steered with one arm and the other held me.

  When we rounded the corner to his street, a police cruiser sat in the driveway and I quickly became more alert. The memory of law enforcement showing up to put me into police protective custody haunted me. Every time I was removed from my home, the cops would show up with some Department of Children and Families worker.

  “Promise me something, Doc,” he said
in my ear.

  I looked back at him. “OK.”

  “Go straight in the house. Don’t turn around,” he said with such gravity in his tone that I simply nodded.

  “You’re in trouble?” I asked, and he nodded. “What did you do?” I asked as we pulled into the drive.

  He kissed my cheek. “I smashed a guy’s face into a bar,” he said, making a clicking sound. “The garage code is 5256. Go now.”

  I squeezed his hand when he helped me off the bike. I walked straight to the little rectangular box secured to the garage and entered the code. I didn’t turn around, as hard as it was; I simply watched the garage door open then I made my way toward the door of the condo.

  The strongest urge to take a peek gripped every part of me. Not respecting what he asked, I did it. The Harley was now parked in the garage and he was walking with the sexiest swagger known to man, toward the officers who were now standing at the hood of the cop car.

  Suddenly, Kieran held up one finger to the officers and turned back to me. He held out his phone. I about tripped over the extra long chaps that I wore getting to him. And I couldn’t help it; I threw my arms around his neck.

  “This is my fault,” I cried.

  He squeezed me and the tears in my eyes rolled over their banks onto my cheeks. When my feet rested on the ground, he kissed my forehead, wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

  “No, Doc. This is my bad. Give me your car keys.”

  “What?”

  “Your car keys. Give them to me.”

  I got them from my purse and handed them to him.

  “Now do as I said.”

  I nodded, spun around but then turned back to him.

  “Kieran.”

  He tilted his hand, silently asking me what I wanted.

  “Please may I talk to them and explain what happened. I could be a witness. I was there.”

  His eyes darkened and he shook his head.

  “Please do as I said.”

  Frustrated, I turned, shuffled in the chaps to the steps of the house and shut the garage door behind me; immediately I bolted to the front window. The house was unusually dark so I could see clearly outside. They talked as I made a meal of my nails. Kieran was nodding and I was extremely hopeful that he would be coming in soon. But then, he held his arms out to the side and they started patting him down. He turned around facing the house and I froze wondering if he could see me. His chin fell to his chest when they pulled his arms behind him, and silent tears streaked my face. He could have resisted so easily. He was nearly double the size of the officers but he seemed to be chatting with them. One of the officers was laughing and Kieran smiled. The whole thing seemed odd.