“Hey, don’t you think about that.” He surrounded her hands where she held onto her wrists. “This is nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing.”
Glancing around he saw they were gaining a lot of attention.
Wheeling her away from all the prying eyes, he found a secluded alcove that would give them the privacy they needed.
He tugged the blanket from her legs.
“Killer, I’m not allowed to be without it,” she said.
“It’s hot, baby. You don’t need this blanket.” He tugged her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her curves molded to him. With her so close he forgot all about their troubles. The only two people who existed in the world were him and her. “It’s boiling outside, and besides, no one can see us. We’re all alone here. Hold me.”
She banded her arms around his neck. He ignored the feel of her bandages against his neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Reaching down to cup her ass, he gripped her tightly, lifting her up against him. She had no choice but to circle his waist with her glorious thighs.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
Pushing her against the hard brick, he pressed his rock hard erection to her core. “Do you feel me, baby? I fucking crave you.” Nudging her head up to look at him with his nose, he claimed her lips devouring her mouth for his own pleasure.
She whimpered, thrusting against his cock.
“That’s it, baby. I love you, and if we were away from here I’d make love to every inch of your body. I know it would be your first time, so I’d make every second feel fucking amazing for you.”
Nibbling at her lips he waited for her to open before he slid his tongue into her mouth. “Killer, please,” she said, begging.
“I know, baby.” Putting her to her feet he pressed a hand to the front of her gown. He felt her quivering stomach. Going further down he cupped her between her thighs. “How do you feel? Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she said, crying out. Lifting up the dress of her nightgown, he covered her body so anyone passing wouldn’t suspect what he was doing. If he knew more about her condition he probably would hold off touching her, but Killer only saw their combined pleasure.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. He slid his fingers through her creamy slit.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me to finger your pussy.”
Kelsey closed her eyes, shutting him out. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. “Look at me, Kels. There is only you and me. Us together and I want to feel you come apart.”
“Finger my pussy, Killer,” she said.
Circling her clit he watched the rapture cross her face as she sank against the wall.
“Good girl. When we get away from here, Kels, I’m going to tongue your sweet pussy and bring you to orgasm many times. By the time I get my cock inside you, you’ll be screaming for more.” Tasting her lips he glided over her swollen clit. Her fingers sank into the hair at the nape of his neck.
She shook in his arms. He caught every moan that left her mouth.
“Come for me, baby.”
Within seconds she shattered apart in his arms. Her eyes went wide as he continued to stroke her.
He stared down into her eyes as he brought his wet fingers to his lips to suck off her glorious cream. “Beautiful,” he said.
After he got her together he helped her back into the wheelchair. “What about you?” she asked.
“I’m happy to have touched you.”
****
The hard ridge of Killer’s cock pressed against the front of his jeans. Kelsey wasn’t blind and knew he must be in pain with a cock the size of his. Her whole body felt on fire from his touch.
Grabbing his neck she tugged him close needing his lips on hers. Their life in a matter of days had become so messed up. She didn’t know what they were going to do. Tate, Sandy, and Killer each assured her they were working on handling Michael. Whatever plagued her so-called husband kept him away, which she was thankful for.
“I can help you.” She whispered the words against his lips.
“Baby, I’m not having you take care of my dick in the hospital. Touching you now is more than I deserve.” He stroked her cheek, smiling at her. “We’ll have time for more. I promise.”
“I wish we didn’t have to have promises.”
“Until Michael is out of our lives it’s all we’ve got.”
She looked down at her lap. He tucked the blanket back around her keeping her warm. The tender way he touched her always caught her by surprise. She never put gentle and Killer together in the same ring, but it was true. Besides the truth about his screwing another woman he’d never actually hurt her.