Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(49)

The strength she manifested was staggering. In that moment, I couldn’t have been more proud to call her mine. Strong, gorgeous, intelligent. This woman absolutely had me by the balls.

The doctor did the neck on his own after his nurse cleaned the wound. Monet didn’t move a muscle, but she held my hand so tight I worried she was in more pain than she let on. Still, the doctor moved quickly and efficiently. He applied a couple of butterflies and then gave her an antibiotic ointment to put over the entire area for a couple days.

“Vitamin E will be best to fight off the scarring.”

“We’ll get her some right away.” I patted her hand.

“Good man.” The doctor removed his gloves and washed his hands again. Once done, he shook Monet’s hand then mine.

The nurse typed notes on her tablet and they both took their leave.

Monet’s shoulders fell as she stared at her feet.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you.” I cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “So damn proud. A grown man would have teared up, and you were so strong.”

A tiny smile slipped across her lips. “That sucked,” she deadpanned. “It stung, it hurt, and it just…sucked. But it’s such a relief. It actually feels better without the constant tug of the thread.”

“Good. And now it’s over. Oh, and bonus!” I smiled wide. “You can take a real shower.”

Her coal-black eyes lit up for the first time all day. “I can.”

“And I’ll be there to wash your hair for you.” I grinned wickedly. “And other things.” I waggled my brows comically.

She chuckled and placed her hands loosely around my waist as I shimmied in between her spread thighs. The loose drape she’d worn dropped down to display her bare breasts. I groaned and tightened my hold on her thighs at the sight.

“Will you?” She dug her fingers into the tender skin around my ribs eagerly.

Not being able to help myself, I licked my lips and sucked a brown tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until it tightened into an erect peak. Fuck, so good.

Wanting more than anything to keep my mouth on her pretty tips and her mind off her experience, I continued playing our game. “Oh yeah. Someone has to make sure your back is washed and these tits are tended to.” I kissed my way to her other breast and wrapped my lips around it.

She hummed, arched into my luscious kiss, and scratched her fingernails through my hair. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” she murmured but didn’t lessen her hold on my head.

I bit down on her nipple and flicked my tongue against the tip. “Yeah, but it’s a really great way to celebrate your accomplishment.” I grinned around her nipple, shifted her ass toward my cock, and rubbed my hardness against her crotch.

She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Clay…” she whispered dreamily.

“You want to come, beautiful, right here in your doctor’s office?” I bit down on her other nipple and she moaned enthusiastically. We were both losing our minds, but after what she’d just endured, she needed to feel good.

A little something I’d learned about my woman was that she was all lady on the street and a freak in the sheets. The lithe beauty had a sensual and sexual side that rivaled my own. We hadn’t had full-on intercourse yet, but one thing I noticed after this past weekend was her stellar libido. I liked to think my mad skills were the culprit, but not even those could bring out such a vixen.

“Oh yeah…” She thrust her hips against my pelvis.

I grinned and turned on the filthy talk. “Then you need to be quiet while I dry hump you.”

Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she rubbed along my length in desperate strokes. She was close already, and it hadn’t taken much. Then again, she’d been in pain; her endorphins were already high.

“Fuck. My woman likes the idea of getting caught with her top off, her man’s mouth on her pretty titties, and her legs wrapped around my hips, doesn’t she?”

Her body jolted, she sucked in a hard breath, and her legging-covered crotch grated wildly along the seam of my jeans.

“Clayton…” I knew that tone. My girl was going to come and come hard.

I wrapped one hand around her ass and ground into her over and over as hard as I could offer without making a racket. With my other hand, I pinched and plucked at her elongated nipple, working her into oblivion.

“Come for me, beautiful. Hurry up. You don’t want to get caught,” I said, reminding her where we were.

Her eyes flashed with heat, and her mouth opened. I knew she was going to scream through her orgasm. My woman was not a quiet lover, which I considered a goddamned blessing to the highest degree. However, no one but me was going to hear her climax. No one.

I slammed my mouth over hers and swallowed her cry as she trembled in my arms. I rubbed her long and hard, digging my hand into her ass, pressing her against me. Still, I wouldn’t allow myself release. Not here. This was about her letting go. Getting a good memory from something necessary but downright unpleasant.

Eventually, her body calmed, but she still clung to me, arms and legs wrapped around me like an octopus. I chuckled against her neck and then kissed my spot until she relaxed.

“You going to fall asleep?” I whispered in her ear.

She sighed happily. My woman just got eighty stitches removed from her back, another dozen from her neck, and she was smiling. Yeah, my job was fucking done and done right.