I looked at the dish and imagined all that whipped cream covering Vanessa. They had to go. There was no way that I could keep myself under control anymore.
“Too bad. The dessert is mine and you can all go fuck yourselves.”
“Sam!” Vanessa said in shock. “Why are you acting like this?”
The guys were trying to hold back their laughter as Vanessa gave me a pissed off look. Those fuckers were all going to pay.
“It’s time for them to leave. This is my house and they aren’t supposed to be here anyway. When I say it’s time to go, they have to leave.”
She turned to them to apologize. “You guys, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
“I think it’s that he wants to get into you,” Jules quipped.
“Hey, asshole. Watch how you talk about her,” I barked.
“Well, I guess we’re not getting dessert now,” John sighed as he pushed back from the table.
“I’ll save you some dessert,” Vanessa promised them.
“Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to want any dessert after you guys are through with it,” Chris grinned. I punched him in the leg, a little too close to his nuts and caught a menacing glare for it.
Vanessa was bright red now and it pissed me off that the guys would be so crass in front of her.
“Out. Now.”
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Vanessa stood in the kitchen awkwardly and I hated that the guys had made her uncomfortable. I pulled her into my lap and kissed the hell out of her, hoping that I could loosen her up. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I moved her so that she could straddle me, but there just wasn’t enough space in the wheelchair. I broke the kiss and wheeled us as fast as I could down to my bedroom, all the while Vanessa was pulling at the zipper on my pants. I was already straining against the zipper, but her fingers brushing against me made me rock hard.
I threw her onto the bed and then stood as best I could and plopped down on the bed next to her. I started tearing at her clothes, needing to touch her soft skin and feel the weight of her breasts in my hands. I hated that I couldn’t undress her as easily as I could have a few months ago, but I pushed it to the back of mind when she pulled off her bra and her breasts were on display in front of me.
“Damn,” I muttered. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me right now. You’re so beautiful.”
She smiled and then pushed me onto my back and proceeded to pull my pants down. I had to count backwards in my head to keep from blowing right then and there. Her lips were so close to my cock, that I could feel her hot breath caressing my skin. My dick seemed drawn to her and started bobbing to get closer to her. She grinned at me and took me in her mouth before I knew what she was doing. When she moaned, my hips jerked off the bed causing her to choke on my length. I groaned as she sucked me harder and harder, knowing that I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I pulled her off me and flung her to the side and rolled between her legs that she spread wide for me. I wanted to kiss her all over and love her the way she deserved, but with my limited mobility, I just couldn’t get around the way I wanted to. Doubt started to creep into my brain that I couldn’t please her the way I wanted, but when she grabbed my cock and guided me toward her heat, I took her lead and pushed inside her. My upper body strained as I used all my strength to slide in and out of her. I battled with the feel of her warmth around me with the need to push faster and harder. I wanted more and I wanted it to last, but I also knew that in this position, I wouldn’t have the strength to last for as long as I wanted.
“More, Sam. I want more.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna last. I can’t..”
“I don’t care. I just want more.” She gripped my back and her fingers dug into my muscles as they flexed with every movement.
“Fuck, Vanessa.” My arms threatened to give out as I pounded into her as fast and hard as I could. Her moans cut through me until I pushed in one final time as she tightened around me. I was thanking my lucky stars that she came when she did because I couldn’t hold back anymore. I rolled off her just as my body gave out, unable to do the work anymore. I laid next to her, huffing out large breaths as my heart continued to beat out of control.
When she didn’t say anything, I started to worry that it hadn’t been good for her. Fuck, I should have waited. I should have gotten stronger before I took this step with her. No matter how badly I wanted her, it wasn’t fair to give her less than she deserved. I felt like a total shit for taking her the way I did with no foreplay and no finesse, but when I looked over at her, she had a content smile on her face, lying with her eyes closed. I wrapped my arm underneath her and pulled her onto my chest. She rested her hand against my heart, which was still thumping out of control. Kissing her forehead, I finally let go of the fear that I wasn’t good enough for her.
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Scooping out some vanilla pudding, I ran my fingers around her nipple as she laid peacefully sleeping. I took out sliced strawberries, placing them over her nipples and down to her belly button. I had already decorated her pussy in whipped cream and she slept through the whole thing. Now it was time to wake her up.
She moaned when my tongue played with her nipple, but her eyes stayed shut. I sucked one strawberry into my mouth, taking her nipple with it and bit it playfully. Her eyes flew open as she gasped.
“Sam, oh God. What am I covered in?”
“Dessert.”
I slowly licked the path of pudding and strawberries I had trailed down her body, veering off course occasionally to take a taste of her skin. By the time I reached her mound, she was writhing under my touch. Taking my time licking away the whipped cream, I slowly lapped at her pussy until she was screaming my name.
My dick was throbbing with need, but I wouldn’t take her until I had given her all the orgasms she could handle, and then I would give her one more. She was the perfect woman, sweet and giving and I would be sure that I was sweet and giving for her. Well, at least giving.
Pushing one finger inside her, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked hard as I fucked her over and over with first one finger and then a second. Her body wriggled and shook as I pushed her higher and higher, and I had to hold her down so I could finish getting my fill of her sweet pussy.
“Sam, I can’t take any more. Get inside me.”
I moved up her body and gripped onto the handles I had fashioned out of t-shirts. Gripping onto each one, I used them to pull myself deeper in her body with every thrust. A headboard with slats would have been easier and would have allowed me to fuck her the way I really wanted, but this would have to do until I could create something better. My body rubbed against her because I couldn’t fully lift myself off her, but our slick bodies glided smoothly against one another.
I wanted one more taste. I didn’t want to just come inside her, I wanted to be one with her as I took her. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, slipping my tongue in her mouth as I rocked a few more times into her heat. She moaned when I ground my cock into her one last time and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight as she came apart in my arms.
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“We’ve got a problem.”
Cap was driving me home from PT. He had shown up at my PT session, saying that he wanted to see how it was going with the new therapist. I had bought it up until we got in his truck. Then he turned all serious and I knew that something big was coming.
“Have you found out who’s after Vanessa?”
He shook his head. “Yes and no. The man that her father screwed over was Carl Reiner.”
“The arms dealer?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. What the hell is a financial giant doing getting involved with scum like him?”
“He didn’t need the money, so I have no idea.”
“So, we know who wants her, but not who’s coming to get her.”
“Pretty much. Becky’s been tracking chatter on
the dark net, but so far, all the inquiries about Vanessa are way off base. We just have to hope it stays that way.”
“I can’t tell her this. It’s bad enough that she thought her father was marrying her off to some stranger, but an arms dealer? That’ll crush her.”
“She’s going to find out eventually.”
“I can’t do it. She has nobody. I can’t be the one to tell her how little her father actually thought of her.”
“You want someone else to tell her?”
“No, but maybe we can take care of this without her ever finding out.”
He snorted and shook his head. “You’re really fucking stupid if you think that’s possible.”
“Did you tell Maggie?”
“Yeah and I don’t think she really cared. Maggie doesn’t seem to have any sense of self-preservation.”
“Vanessa wanted to hand herself over to her father when Sinner was taken. She didn’t like the idea of anyone else being hurt.”
“Right. Like her taking off and going back to her father would solve everything. Why are women so damn stubborn?”
“Cap, if I knew that I would have the Nobel Peace Prize for having solved the secrets of the universe.”
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Now that PT was getting me back into shape, I found that I wanted to get back to work more. I started spending almost my entire day after PT working at Reed Security. There was a shit ton of work to be done and Sebastian needed the help. I felt bad that I had turned my back on the company after I was injured. I got home after work one day and saw Vanessa staring at the wall, looking bored out of her mind.
“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”
She shrugged. “It was okay. How was PT?”
“Good. I’m going to be starting with the walker tomorrow.”
“That’s great,” she said excitedly.
“Yeah. I’m getting stronger every day. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back to work by the end of the year.”
Her smile faded a little, but she tried to cover it. “I hope so.”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“I’m just bored. I have a lot of time to think about what I’m going to do when this is over.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear this. I had some crazy thought that she would stay here with me, but somehow I knew she wouldn’t. She had never really had an opportunity to do anything that was for her, so it made sense that she would want to figure that out.
“What do you think you want to do?”
“It’s strange. You would think with all this time on my hands I would be able to figure it out, but I don’t have a clue.”
“Well, maybe you need something else to think about.”
She laughed a little and looked out the window. “I have all the time in the world to think. I want something mind numbing to do. Could I work at Reed Security?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but no one can know you’re here.”
“So, I have to stay in this house until this thing is solved.”
“I’m sorry. I wish it were different, but this is the way it has to be.”
“I can’t stay here indefinitely, Sam. It’s been so long already and from what you’ve told me, there hasn’t been any progress.”
“Vanessa, we’ve talked about this. You have to give us time. We’re working as hard as we can to figure this out.”
“I know, and I am so grateful to have all of you on my side, but I can’t live like this. It’s been like this my whole life.”
“I don’t understand. Everything was fine last week. What’s changed?”
“Last week, you were here a lot more.”
I sighed, but before I could say anything she continued.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m some needy woman that needs her man at home with her, but everyone has something to do but me. I sit around the house all day and make meals. I can’t take another month of this, let alone another week.”
I growled in frustration. It was like she wanted me to magically make everything go away in the span of a few days. Shit just didn’t work that way. It took time and planning and that was after we knew who the fuck to go after.
“Vanessa, I know that you want to get out of here, but I can’t make this better with the snap of my fingers. You’re going to have to suck it up and deal with it.”
She glared at me. “I didn’t ask to be taken in.”
“And I didn’t ask to be in a fucking wheelchair, but we deal with our issues and move on.”
“The difference is that you’re making progress. You can do something about it. I’m stuck here all day doing absolutely nothing. I stare at the wall and wonder when the hell I’m ever going to have a life again. I know that you can’t work any faster and I know that I probably sound like a spoiled brat, but why don’t you put yourself in my shoes for a second and tell me that you could sit around here all day while everyone tells you to sit tight and they’ll figure it out.”
“Isn’t that what I did for the first two months after I was shot?” I threw back at her.
“You were able to leave. You could get out of the house. I’m not even allowed to go for a walk outside.”
“What the hell do you want me to do, Vanessa.” I was shouting now and totally losing my goddamn mind. I knew where she was coming from, but I couldn’t fix it. “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. If you want me to work twenty-four, seven, I will. If you want me to stay home with you, I will. Just tell me how the fuck I can make this better for you because right now, I don’t have a fucking clue.”
Somehow in a single week, we had gone from being happy and fucking like rabbits to angry and ready to tear each other to shreds.
“You can let me go,” she shouted. I stilled as she ran her hands through her hair in frustration. It was time to clue her in as to what was really going on. I hadn’t wanted to tell her before who her father had pretty much sold her off to, but now I had no choice.
“Do you want to know why you can’t leave?”
“I already know why. It’s not safe.”
“It’s not safe because the man your father was going to marry you off to is one of the largest arms dealers in North America.” She stepped back in shock, obviously not realizing that her father was involved with such dangerous people. “His name is Carl Reiner and your father promised you to him. He doesn’t let mistakes slide and he makes examples out of those he feels have wronged him. But since your father didn’t just pay him the money, he’s going to come after you until he has you. I don’t have a fucking clue what he’ll do with you when he finds you and I’m not willing to take the risk that he’ll get to you. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like being stuck here and I’m sorry that you don’t feel like you have a purpose, but this is the way it is if you want to live.”
Her face crumpled and tears sprang from her eyes. I started toward her, but she backed away and ran from the room. I winced at the slam of the door. Fuck, that could have gone better. Why hadn’t I broken that to her more gently? I was an asshole for throwing it in her face and even more of one for acting like her feelings were pointless. I had something really great going for me and I was fucking it all up.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vanessa
I SAT IN my room feeling sorry for myself for most of the night. I hadn’t stayed in here since Sam and I finally slept together. Now the room felt cold and lonely, which was fitting because that’s exactly how I felt. Sam had decided to leave me alone after he dropped the bomb of the arms dealer on me. I didn’t know if I was happy about that or sad. Part of me wondered if he was just getting tired of me and didn’t really care about my feelings anymore. Maybe that’s why it seemed like it was so easy for him to tell me.
A large part of me was angry at him for holding back information from me. It seemed to be the mentality of the men in my life to keep me in the dark either to protect me or because they thought it wasn’t necessary that I know what’s going on. It
needed to stop. I needed to be in control of my life and I couldn’t do that if information was kept from me.
After a lot of thinking, I decided the best way to deal with this was to get over my pity party and go talk to Sam about where we went from here. I walked out of the bedroom and went in search of Sam. It wasn’t hard to find him. I followed the smell of burning food.
Sam was in the kitchen attempting to cook a meal and Chris, Jules, and John were in there helping him. Well, they were attempting to. Chris had on my pink, ruffly apron that Sam had picked up for me. It was tiny on his large frame and totally contradicted everything about the man. He was standing in front of the stove, mixing something in a pot.
Jules was leaning over the counter, reading a recipe to Sam and John. “Alright, dry the chicken thoroughly with a towel and brown on all sides in the hot fat. Don’t fucking burn it this time.”
“You want to do it, asshole?” Sam shot back at him.
“Hey, we’re doing this for your girlfriend.”
“Jules, this is fucking burning over here. What’s next?” Chris asked from the stove.
“Okay, hold on. Let me see.” I watched as Jules read off the same page he just read from to Sam. “Okay, pour in cognac and ignite with a lighted match.”
“In the pastry mix?”
Jules shrugged. “They’re French.”
“I guess,” Chris said as he picked up the cognac. I watched in hilarity as he poured in half the bottle of cognac and then lit the match and threw it into the pot. It was like watching in slow motion. I wanted to yell out at him to stop, but instead just watched in fascination. Flames shot up from the pot and Chris jumped back, but not in time to stop the flames from spreading to his shirt and the apron. John ran over and threw a lid on the pot and then grabbed a towel and tackled Chris to the ground.
“Stop fucking hitting me, you jackass,” Chris shouted.
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