“Besides your arm, where else are you hurt?”I interrupt.
She rolls her eyes—actually rolls her eyes—at me before jabbing my shoulder with her finger.
“Youare hurting my leg.Put.Me.Down.”
Knowing I’ll ruin any chance of earning her good graces if I chase her down again yet unwilling to let her go, I sit on the edge of the bed.My cock jerks in delight as I settle her in my lap.She tries to push away, but I cup my hand around her upper arm, pull her tight against my chest, and splay my long digits around her thigh.
Manhandled and pinned, she wriggles for a moment before huffing and crossing her arms over her chest.Her breasts pillow over her forearms and offer me a truly splendid view of her cleavage.I curl my toes in my expensive dress shoes and fight back my release with sheer force of will.Her ass fills my lap.I long to test the resilience of her thigh with my fingertips but don’t dare move for fear of losing control.One brush of my thumb against the juncture of her thighs and I’ll combust.
To calm my overeager dick and feed the hunger for closeness with her, I gentle my touch and smooth my hand up and down her arm.
Despite how sideways the altercation has gone and how badly I’ve fucked up—repetitively—peace flows into my soul.
Karey Justice is on my lap and in my arms.
I’ve caught her.She’s mine.
I’m never letting go.
Chapter 7
Karey Justice
I sit in mute shock as he caresses my arm.After treating me like an amusement park attraction yesterday, scaring the shit out of me today, and threatening the person who hurt me without knowing the situation at all, he offers me a comfort I never expected to enjoy again.
In middle school, it was usually me reaching out to him and only after I spent weeks gaining his trust, but once or twice he initiated physical contact.I remember the first time as though it happened yesterday.He patted the back of my hand and ended my meltdown over a terrible math score.
This is different.This is so much more.My heart softens even as I remind myself of all the pain he caused.
The ease with which he manhandles and restrains me scrambles my brain and melts my insides.Heat throbs low in my belly.
“Does this hurt?”he asks.
“Yes,” I lie.
He scoffs and nuzzles my head.
“I didn’t know my cupcake could lie,” he murmurs.
Ice snaps through me.I swing my glare up to his face, but he continues before I can form words.
“I can’t stand the thought of you hurting.Let me help you, Karey,” he pleads.
All thoughts drain from my head.
The stoic, no-nonsense Declan Buchanan knows how to beg.The desperation shining from his bottomless grey eyes along with the downward tilt of his full, kissable lips holds me hostage.
All the while, he pets my arm as though he has every right.
Remembering his mocking insistence yesterday, I pull my defenses close and brush his hand off my arm, but he captures my fingers and lifts my knuckles to his face.
“I’m fine.I don’t need—”
“You either give me his name or let me treat your injuries,” he interrupts.
I quirk a brow and tug my fingers out of his grasp before he brushes his lips over my knuckles.
“It’s nothing serious,” I lie again.