Alpha Male Romance(8)

“Yes,” she hissed.

“I'm going to make you come,” I said. “And then I'm going to fuck you and make you come again.”

Then I curled my fingers and searched for that little spot inside her that would make her wail. I knew that I'd found it a few moments later when she did just that. Her pussy clamped down around my fingers almost painfully tight, but I kept up the pressure inside her, kept my thumb pushing against the piercing until I knew that sensitive bundle of nerves had to be screaming. I kept her coming until her body flopped limply onto the bed.

“Good girl.” I pulled my fingers out and then reached for the condom packet.

By the time I ripped it open and rolled it on, Nance was looking up at me, her fingers toying with her piercing. She gave me an appreciative look as I put the tip of my cock against her still-pulsing opening.

“Hard and fast?” I made it a question even though I already knew what I wanted.

“Please.” She raised her legs, hugging her knees to her chest.

I took that as the invitation it was and drove into her with one hard stroke. She cried out, but it wasn't a sound of pain. It was pure pleasure, and something deep inside me twisted.

I moved hard and fast, just as I'd promised, pounding into her until she was no longer saying my name or words, but rather just sounds that mixed with the noise of our bodies coming together. And then I was swearing, every muscle in my body tensing. I ground down against her, knowing I was putting what had to be painful pressure on her clit, and then she was screaming my name, clawing at my back, and I was coming too. Grateful to spiral out into the mind-numbing pleasure for as long as I could manage.





Chapter Four





Nori





All in all, it wasn't a bad shift. Leta was knocked out on her meds the next time I went into her room, so nothing there, and Ivar was his usual joking self. There were no surprises, no medical emergencies. Everyone was pleasant, even the ones who were in pain. The meds were on time, the wounds easy enough to redress. No one cussed me out or threw anything at me.

But even with all of that, working the burn unit was never simple. Seeing not only the results of accidents, but too often the cruelty of one human to another. None of that got any easier.

I breathed out a slow breath as I got my things from my locker and headed for the elevators. Riding down, I pulled out my phone and checked the messages. Two calls from my mom and a voicemail.

Shit. I sighed. If Mom wanted to chat about something and it wasn't important, she usually just sent a text, asking me to call when I got the chance. The fact that she'd called more than once told me it wasn't something minor.

As soon as I stepped outside, I listened to the message. Not quite as bad as I'd feared, but not great either.

“Hey, Nori, sweetheart, I know you're working and you won't get this until you get off, but I need you to check on your dad. You know Friday nights are the best tip nights or I'd call off and do it myself. He's not answering his phone and I'm worried.”

I didn't need to hear the rest. I knew how it'd go because I'd gotten some version of this sort of call at least a hundred times since their divorce had been finalized about five years ago. I couldn't say it was an amicable divorce, but it hadn't been an ugly divorce either. It'd been more like the two of them hadn't been able to handle what staying together would mean. The constant reminders every time they saw each other.

The thing that made it so aggravating was that it hadn't simply ended there. I sometimes thought it would've been easier if they'd just hated each other. But Mom didn't hate Dad, even though she’d been the one who'd filed for divorce. In the past five years, she'd never even looked at another man, and she wasn't even coy about it when asked.

She still loved him.

Dad...well, Dad was indifferent. He'd been indifferent about life in general for too long. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him express any sort of real emotion.

And that was what worried Mom. She'd married him when she was eighteen, but they'd dated since he was fourteen. Her whole life had been wrapped up in Dad and our family, and then, suddenly, it'd all blown up. Sure, some of the pieces had still been there, but none of them had fit together anymore, not the way they had before.

I shot off a text to my mom, letting her know that I'd stop by Dad's on my way home. She didn't respond, but I knew she was busy. She'd get it on her next break.

When I got into my car, all I wanted to do was go home, change and head out for some relaxing one-on-one time with my boyfriend, but I didn't even consider skipping Dad's and going straight home. If I hadn't planned on going, I would've been honest about it. I may not have approved of how my mom couldn't let things go, but I wouldn't lie to her.