Agony blazed across her consciousness when Max leaned in, his chest pressing and abrading her so recently whipped back as he found his own release. She pushed into him, giving herself more pain, more sensation, and screamed through her orgasm, the waves undulating from her vocal cords all the way to her toes, gripping the cocks in her ass and pussy, shooting through her body and coming out the top of her head as she felt herself passing out from the pleasure.
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Chapter Seventeen
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Dana gradually came back to herself, smooth paper crinkling under her as she opened her eyes to the club's clinic area. Her heart soared as she looked around for Garnet, she'd missed him so, and he always took such good care of her in here.
The face peering down at her wasn't Garnet, had he brought the club's nurse in? She took a quick inventory, cataloging the aches, and it all came rushing back. Max was looking down at her. Garnet was gone, never coming back.
She pushed up, swinging her legs over the edge of the table, and felt a hand on her arm gently restraining her so she couldn't slide off. The fuzziness of subspace lifted away, like a blast of cold air that sobers you.
"I'm okay. I can't be in this room. Please, I need to go somewhere else."
"You're safe. I'm here, and Brent's got Jacob just outside the door, holding him while I take care of you."
She launched herself off the table, using all the strength she could muster to power past Max's hand. “You don't understand. I can't be in here."
She focused on the door as she walked, a wave of dizziness threatening to derail her, so she walked faster. She threw open the door, stepping into a quiet room, cringing as it slammed into the wall. Brent was up and to her before she could get through the area and make her escape.
"Dana, it's me, you're okay. And here's Max, let him take care of you. You're safe—"
She interrupted. “I can't be here. I was fine out there, everything's different, but it's the same in here. I woke up with the paper under me and thought...” A sob escaped and she gasped air in, knowing if she didn't pull herself together, she'd hyperventilate. “I can't be here."
"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't think. I'll get Max to walk you out; you can stretch out in my back seat. I'll need another five or ten minutes with Jacob before he'll be ready to leave, I think."
She didn't speak, just kept walking, heading towards the front door. Max stopped her as she made it to the social area, stepping ahead of her and gently touching her arm.
"Your clothes, Dana. Let's get your dress on you. I didn't break the skin, so you won't mess it up, but I'm afraid it's going to hurt. You can't go outside without it, though."
Finally stopping, she looked down and realized she was still naked, raised her eyes and saw concern on Max's face. He must think she was terribly unstable. She dropped her head and took a few breaths, blocking the sounds around her, and willed her emotions to back off enough to look reasonably sane, or at least to be able to fake it.
Meeting his gaze, she forced herself to talk slow, try to explain. “I'm sorry; the clinic had too many memories. Waking up on the paper, like I have countless times before, I thought he was with me for a few seconds before I remembered he's not.” She wiped her eyes, determined she wouldn't cry. “It was too much. I'm okay, I just need to slow down and get my bearings, apparently.” She smiled, hoped it was convincing. “Thanks for taking care of me, watching out for me. Brent gave you his keys?"
He held the dress for her to put her arms into. “Yeah. This dress was a smart idea; it goes on kind of like a robe."
She grinned, realized it probably looked more sad than happy, and attempted a genuine smile. “It's not my first time at the rodeo. You're very good, by the way. I wasn't ready for you to stop, but the way I feel right now, I think it was a good call."
"I wouldn't normally take someone so far, but I've seen you pushed a lot farther, and you seemed to need it. I'm glad I had Brent as backup though, I knew he'd stop me if he thought I was giving you too much."
She fastened the fabric belt and stepped towards the door. He followed, quickly catching up and holding it open for her. The evening air was chilly and helped sharpen her senses. She could feel the tightness in her ass as she walked, and knew sitting would be an issue. Experimenting with her arms, she raised them straight out in front, moving one and then the other. Ouch.
"Let's get you into the back seat; you can lie on your stomach."
"Did he let Jacob have an orgasm? I think I remember him having one, but it's fuzzy, there was so much happening at once."
"I'm pretty sure he did. Look, Brent said it's fine with him if you're okay with it—I'd like to come back with ya'll tonight. I feel responsible, and I want to take care of you. If you aren't up to driving tomorrow, I can get you home in your car and arrange for an airport shuttle back to Nashville. I don't think you planned on this intense of a scene."