Black Out

by Lila Rose

  Frowning, I asked, “What are you yelling for?”

  “Tell me, woman, that you were not just talking about finding a place to live?” he growled deeply. From what I could tell, he was standing in the opening of the doorway with his hands on his hips.

  “Well, yeah,” I said, puzzled over why he would be pissed about that.

  “Are. You. My. Woman?”

  I shook my head at him; he was being ridiculous. “Yes, Blue.”

  “Then why are you looking for somewhere to live?”

  “Babe, I need a place to call home.”

  “And you can’t here?” he snapped.

  “Blue, you’ve done so much for me, but I can’t live here. We’re just getting sorted.”

  “Clary—”

  “No. We need time to date like a normal couple.”

  “Clary,” he hissed.

  “Um,” Zara started, “I think it’s time we leave.” She stood, her and Ivy’s chairs scraping back on the hardwood floor.

  “But I thought you two were helping me?” I asked.

  Ivy’s rose scent wafted closer as she leaned over and whispered, “Honey, I don’t think you’ll need to look for a place.”

  My head shot back. “Why?”

  “For fuck’s sake,” Blue barked. “Your women get it, so why can’t you? Let me just tell you. You’ll be living here with me.”

  “Blue—”

  “Clary, are you my woman?”

  “Yes,” I snapped.

  “Then my woman stays by my side, where I know where she’ll be, where I know I’ll come home to her and where I know I can fuck her anytime I want. I don’t want to have to go to another house to do it. It’s pointless. You’re stayin’ here with me.”

  “But what happens if I don’t like your house when I can see?”

  “Fuck me,” Blue sighed.

  I was being silly. I knew I already liked his house; it was all Blue—wooden floor, rugs, a large kitchen, four bedrooms, two bathrooms and two living areas. It was big, and I just knew it would be beautiful, because it belonged to my man.

  However, I was surprised and put on the spot. I didn’t know he wanted me to live with him permanently. I didn’t know he was ready for that step. I wasn’t even sure I was ready for that step. What I did know was that I never wanted another man; Blue was it for me. I just wanted to give him the opportunity to have his space, and looking for a place was me giving him that.

  But he didn’t want it.

  I smiled.

  “She gets it,” Blue uttered with a grin in his voice.

  “Now it’s definitely time for us to go,” Zara said, who also had a grin in her voice. “Clary, we’ll talk soon. Take care, hun.”

  “You, too. Bye, Ivy, thank you both for coming. Sorry it seems I’ve wasted your time.”

  “No time wasted at all, sweetie,” Ivy said. “Later, Blue.”

  “Yep, see ya.”

  Are you going to walk them out?” I asked Blue as I heard their footsteps leaving the kitchen.

  “Nope.”

  “Blue, it’s the nice thing to do.”

  “I ain’t nice. Not when my woman just agreed to move in with me permanently and I want to fuck her for it.”

  “Oh, um, okay then.” I smirked and stood when I heard the front door open and close quickly. “But I didn’t really agree. I was more forced into it.”

  “Either way, I’m fuckin’ happy. Get naked, baby.”

  “What? Here? Now?”

  “Shit yes, I wanna take you over the table, so I can remember it every time I sit at it.”

  “It’s a bit unhygienic.”

  “Sugar, you can clean it later. If you’re not naked in five seconds, I’ll take you to the front porch and fuck you over that for everyone to see.”

  Scoffing, I said, “Give me ten at least. These boots are buggers to get off.” Sitting back down, I started with my left boot and then the right. I could sense Blue coming closer, and I bit my bottom lip from grinning like a loon. He was stalking me and I liked it. After my boots and socks were off, I reached for the bottom of my tee and started to take it off.

  A hand landed on my arm. “Slowly,” Blue said, his voice dripping with heat.

  I crossed my hands over in front of me and gripped my tee again. I slowly slid it up my body and dropped it to the floor. Just to tease, I placed my hands on my breasts, over my bra, and rubbed them, letting a moan fall from my lips.

  “That’s it, baby,” Blue encouraged.

  Reaching around to my back, I unhooked my bra and withdrew it from my body, my small handfuls of breasts bouncing slightly. My hands covered them again and I rubbed them around then tweaked my nipples. A shudder ran through my body. I liked that Blue was watching me silently.

  Though, he wasn’t silent for long. “Take off your jeans, sugar, and sit on the table,” he told me.

  Standing, I undid my jeans, slid them down my legs, and bent over with my bottom high in the air. He hissed and slapped my arse, making me gasp. When I stood, I flicked them off my feet, turned and sat on the cold, wooden table.

  “Spread your legs, Clary. Bare yourself to me.” Once I did, Blue groaned and uttered, “Such a beautiful pussy.”

  Leaning back on the table, resting one hand behind me for support, I then ran my other hand down my other breast, down my stomach and over my mound.

  I heard a zipper being undone and clothing being removed, but still, Blue stood away from me.

  “I’m gonna palm my dick, baby, as you play with yourself. I wanna see you finger-fuck your sweet pussy.”

  “Yes,” I moaned and rubbed two fingers over my pussy lips; I was already slick with need. I parted them and pinched my own clit. “Oh, God,” I cried out.

  Releasing my clit, I moved my fingers down and slid them straight inside me. I was so wet and aroused I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come. Spreading my legs farther apart, I pumped my own fingers in and out of myself.

  Stroking sounds arrived to my ears; Blue was indeed masturbating, as well. I just wished I could see it. Though, hearing it and listening to his ragged breath was just as amazing.

  “Christ, you look gorgeous, Clary.”

  “Blue, oh, yes. Blue. Babe, I’m gonna come.”

  “Do it,” he growled. “Come all over your fingers. I want to see.” I heard him step closer, his hand going to my thigh where he massaged, and just his touch sent me over the edge.

  I cried out his name as my pussy spasmed around my fingers and more of my juices slipped out of me. Blue quickly grabbed my hand, pulling my fingers out of me, only to replace them with his cock. He surged forward and I screamed. “Fuck,” he hissed as he plunged back and forth inside me. “You’re still comin’. Hell, fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He took hold of my arms and brought me up, where he wrapped his arms around my waist so he could attack my mouth with a fierce kiss, all while he fucked me hard and fast.

  We broke apart to catch our breath, and just when I went to kiss him again, he groaned, “I’m coming, Christ.” He thrust into me three more times and let out a grunted moan, resting his forehead against my chest, and there against me, he said, “Glad we can come to an understanding about you moving in.”

  I burst out laughing.

  Pacing the floor was all I could do. My body and mind were wired. I needed something to keep me calm, but that something was my woman, and at that moment, she was why I was wired.

  “Brother, she’ll be fine,” Talon said from where he sat with his wife. I looked over at him and grunted; he smiled. “It’s a fuckin’ day procedure; they said it’s an easy operation. Now stop bloody worrying.”

  Glaring, I turned on my heels and paced once again. He laughed and I heard Wildcat’s little giggle.

  It was easy for him to say; it wasn’t his woman in there having some shit done to her eyes. What would happen if they stuffed up the op? What about if they slipped the fuck up and injured her eyes forever? She’d been so excited, so thrilled for the day
to come, and just the thought of how her face lit up every time she talked about being able to see again was breath-fuckin’-taking.

  Dammit, they had better not fuck anything up, or I’d be killing the lot of them.

  The front doors opened, and in came a running Julian. “I’m here. I’m here. Now, where is my buttercup? Is she okay? Have they finished yet? Oh, God, they better do a good job.” He stopped in front of us with his hand on his chest, breathing deeply. Mattie sailed into the room behind him with an eye roll.

  “I’m sure she’ll be fine and they’re doing the best job they can,” Mattie said, slipping in behind Julian to rub his back.

  “The best they can do? That’s not enough, not for my Clary. They need to go beyond that. They need to—”

  “Miss James’ family?” the doctor called.

  I turned and marched toward him. His eyes widened for some goddamn reason. “Yeah?” I asked gruffly. He had better give me the right goddamn words.

  “Uh, um. Miss James is in recovery. You can go in and see her, but uh…only one at a time.”

  “How did it go?” Talon asked behind me.

  My fist clenched at my sides. I felt Wildcat step close and hold my arm.

  “Everything went exceptional.” He smiled hesitantly.

  “Thank fuck,” I breathed. My head hung low and I closed my eyes, the tension instantly leaving my body.

  “Get in there, brother. I’ll hold back Julian as much as I can,” Talon said.

  I looked up then and said to the doctor, who was waiting to guide us into the recovery room, “Two people will be goin’ in. Two people who mean a heap to her.” The doctor nodded slowly. “Julian,” I barked, looking over my shoulder at him.

  Fuck. He was crying already.

  Then, all of a sudden, he stood straight and reined his emotions in. He wiped his eyes and nodded to me.

  Maybe there was hope for the guy after all.

  “Let’s go, sunshine in the skies.”

  Christ.

  Or maybe there wasn’t.

  Blue had babied me for the week after my operation, and it was sort of driving me crazy, even though it was as sweet as anything, as well. When I was released from hospital, he brought me to his house—or rather our house—he placed me in bed, made sure the patches over my eyes were secure and then went out to the kitchen to cook me up something nice. Since then, he hadn’t left my side…well, except when Julian was there doing just the same as Blue, babying me. They both helped me dress, eat and bathe. Blue even tried to brush my teeth for me on the first night, until I snapped at him that I was more than capable to brush my own goddamn teeth. When he silently left the bathroom after telling me to call when I needed help, I felt guilty.

  And even though I was tired as hell, I made it up to him later with a BJ. That was after I fought him to let me do it.

  “Blue, it’s a blow job. I’m sure I can handle having my mouth on your dick without straining my eyes.”

  “Baby, I ain’t taking the risk.”

  “Blue, if you don’t let me suck your cock, we are going to have huge problems,” I huffed and slumped on my back in the bed.

  “Sugar, are you fuckin’ serious right now? You’re actually going to crack-it because I won’t let you suck my dick?”

  “Yes,” I stated and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Jesus Christ. Next, you’ll argue with me about the fact we aren’t having sex until you’re in the clear. Fine, suck my cock, but I’m fuckin’ standing by the no sex until you’re all good.”

  I smiled to myself. No, that argument didn’t come about until the next night.

  Even though my eyes were patched up and a little tender, I still felt fine, and because I felt fine, and because I was in a house with my man, of course I wanted to play.

  Friday, the next day, was my next appointment, where the doctor would take off my patches. I was worried I was going to be just as I was.

  However, I knew that wasn’t going to be the case when I woke up that morning.

  I must have slept roughly, because when I awoke, I felt no pull of tape over my eyes. Straight away they fluttered open on their own accord, because nothing was against them to stop it from happening. And at first, everything was blurred, until i blinked a few times, and suddenly, it cleared.

  Sitting up quickly, I gasped. Tears filled my eyes, and my hand flew to cover my mouth as a sob broke out of me.

  “Sugar, are you okay?” Blue asked tiredly, but soon, he was sitting up next to me, saying in a panicked voice, “Clary?”

  “Blue…” I didn’t have the right words. I wanted to cry in utter bliss because I could see and it was beautiful. The room was light from the blinds being open. I was sitting in Blue’s king-sized bed, looking out and around at the soft grey-coloured walls. The floor had scattered clothing, but it made me smile. Blue was obviously one who didn’t like to pick up after himself.

  “Clary, baby, you’re worrying me. Fuck, where are your patches? Shit.” He twisted and turned to search for them in the bed. I looked over at him and saw for the first time, his masculine, tattooed back and shoulders as he shifted about in the bed; his muscles worked overtime as he searched. A tattoo of the word Hawks was written across his left side, and on the right side was the word Forever. His back also contained some scrollwork at the top; it ran over his shoulder and halfway down his strong arms. Blinking back tears, I reached out and gently traced some lines.

  He stiffened, and as he slowly turned, my fingers followed around to the top of his chest, where I read another tattoo which said No Regrets.

  As I traced those lines of wording, I bit my bottom lip to stop the sob wanting release, but still it was forceful, wanting to come out, and it eventually broke through. Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked up at my man for the first time.

  I gasped, my hand going to my throat. He was more handsome than I had ever pictured. He explained once that he had blond hair, but he didn’t tell me how sexy and unruly it was. He’d also said his eyes were blue, but he didn’t tell me in detail how they were light blue around the pupil and then surrounding the lighter colour was a darker shade of blue. They were heart-stopping.

  “Baby—” he started gently.

  Until I interrupted, “Y-you…oh, Blue. You’re the sexiest man I have ever seen,” I uttered with a sob.

  “Fuck, shit, damn, baby.” He pulled me into his arms and onto his lap, and as he held me tightly against him, he said, “I’m nothing compared to your beauty, Clarinda James. Just looking at your red hair gets me hard; just seeing your body makes me ache and want to be buried inside you. You’re a breathtaking beauty, baby, and I fuckin’ cherish each day I have with you, sugar, because I have never had the love in me that I have for you.”

  “B-Blue.” I wound my arms around his neck and kissed his collarbone as I whispered, “I love you more than anything in my life. You’re my world.”

  The world suddenly shone.

  My world was brought back to life, not only because I could see, but because I was in the arms of the man I loved with every fibre of myself.

  Pulling back, I reached up for his cheek and gently ran my fingers over it.

  “Make love to me?” I uttered.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled. I was on my back in seconds and Blue was over me, gazing down at me. “Baby, as soon as we’re done, we’ll be putting your patches back on.”

  “What? No, I don’t—”

  “Clary, it’s a day too early. We’re goin’ to the doctor tomorrow. I don’t want anything jeopardising your recovery. I’m willing to do this, but I want them back on after.”

  How could I say no to that?

  My man was worried about me, and even though there was only one day to go, I was willing to live in the darkness until then, because I was just shown more light, more beauty than I had even seen or felt in a long time.

  So, I was willing to give that to my man.

  I grinned up at him. “For you, babe, I’ll do th
at. But you had better make it good for me now.”

  He chuckled deep. “Hell, I’ll make it better than good, sugar. I’ll blow your mind.”

  “Talk’s cheap, Blue. Show me.”

  And he proceeded to do just that.

  It may have taken us a month of settling in, a month of learning and a month of enjoying each other, but since that month was over, it was finally the day.

  I was to meet Blue’s mother and brother.

  Blue had come to me two weeks earlier, while I was sitting in his large spa bath in the main bathroom. We’d just eaten dinner, which I cooked and was proud I didn’t poison anyone with, and I decided to relax while Blue called his mother. So when he came in with a smile on his face, I knew something was coming.

  He walked over and sat on the edge. “Clary.”

  My heart started to beat faster. “Yes?” I asked, drawing out the word.

  “I was talking to Mum and Jason.”

  “Yes?”

  “They want to meet you.”

  My eyes widened and I gasped. Meet his family? Me…to meet his family.

  He laughed. “Don’t look so scared, baby. You’ll be fine.”

  Fine, I was not. I was oh-so nervous.

  What would happen if she didn’t like me?

  What would happen if his brother thought I wasn’t right for Blue?

  Oh, God, even his mother—she could tell Blue she didn’t like me, and then Blue would listen. I knew how much he cared for his mother. He’d told me all about the problems in their family life, how he’d supported them all, how he cared for them. My heart had ached for his mother, for his brother and for Blue. All those thoughts ran through my mind on the drive to Caroline Springs.

  “Sugar, stop stressin’. We’re here anyway.” We pulled Blue’s truck up in front of a large brick home. I had wanted to take the Harley, but Blue said there was a chance of rain later that day and he didn’t want to risk anything. I was disappointed because I couldn’t get enough of being on the Harley; flying through the streets or open road feeling free and wonderful. Especially when I had to hold Blue close to me. I enjoyed every moment, and we’d had a lot of those in the past month, because Blue never got sick of showing me places or things I’d missed out on in the five years I couldn’t see.