Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(79)

“And I’ll be cowering in the corner waiting,” he said, chuckling as she forgot that her arm hurt and went to slap him only to let out a cute little growl as she hugged her hand back to her chest and stormed out of the room.

He was just pulling off his pants when she stormed back into the room.

“Eager to kick my ass, are we?” he asked, tossing his pants onto the pile of dirty clothes.

“I thought you were getting clothes,” she said accusingly as she did her best not to look down and failed multiple times.

“And I did,” he said, deciding to keep his boxer briefs on while she was in the room. There really was no need in letting her know just how much she was affecting him.

Then again it was going to be difficult to hide his reaction to her if she didn’t put something on soon.

“Here,” he said, grabbing one of the large white towels off the folded stack on the corner of the sink counter and held it out to her, “put this on.”

She pushed the towel away as though it offended her when in reality it would probably protect her. He really needed to stop thinking about ha**ng s*x with her again. Not that he could really call what he’d done to her sex since he hadn’t gotten in a single thrust, but he wanted to do it again, this time without the mortifying quick ending.

Having sex with her again was not a good idea. He didn’t need to know how good it would be to f**k her until neither one of them could walk again. It would just make things worse. It was bad enough that the experience of being inside of her was probably going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He didn’t need to add to his misery.

“I’d rather put on some clothes,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at him. Did she not realize that she was naked? he wondered as he looked her over.

“I’m sure you would, but until I’m ready to leave, your clothes are going to have to remain out of reach for now, Munchkin. So be a good little girl and go eat and then go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,”

he said, turning his back on her to turn the shower on and to hide the huge tent in his underwear.

After a short pause she sighed heavily and left the room.

He was a little shocked, but thankful that she’d left.

After tossing his underwear on the ever growing pile he carefully pulled the not-so-white gauze off his arm and sighed with relief when he saw that the sutures had dissolved, leaving him with thick scabs. He tossed the gauze into the trash and stepped into the tub and turned down the temperature of the water until he was forced to grit his teeth as ice cold water poured over him. It took a few minutes before his dick went down, but when it did he sighed in relief.

One more day and this would all be over, he reminded himself.

Five minutes later he was washed, dried and dressed in a pair of clean underwear and jeans. He stepped out of the bathroom and came to an abrupt halt when the first sob reached his ears.

His eyes shot over to the bed to find his little mate curled up on her side, facing away from him as her body shook with each heartbreaking sob. She looked so small and helpless in that big bed, he thought as he took a step towards her, but stopped himself.

He couldn’t allow himself to soften towards her. He couldn’t. This afternoon had already been a huge f**kup. Going to her now would only make things worse, would confuse her and that wouldn’t be right or fair to her.

“Chris?” she sniffled softly.

“Yes?” he answered, wishing he could kick his own ass.

He should have just walked out and gave her an hour or two to calm down and fall asleep.

“Could you,” sniff, “hold me, please?”

“Munchkin, I don’t think that’s such a good-“

“Please, Chris? I’m so scared.”

He closed his eyes in resignation. He couldn’t leave her like this. It was his fault she was so afraid after all. The least he could do was hold her until she fell asleep, he decided as he walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning his back against the bare wall.

“C-could you lay down and hold me?” she asked softly.

Reluctantly he did exactly that. He lay down and opened his arms to her. She didn’t waste any time in rolling over and……..

Why the hell was she straddling his stomach? he thought idly as he registered the feel of her warm, wet pu**y pressed against his stomach and her big beautiful br**sts dangling in his face. He should be pushing her off him, but he found that he didn’t want to. Call him a selfish bastard, but he wanted her.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, just as he leaned up to take one rose colored nipple into his mouth.

“That should do it,” Izzy said, sitting up and yanking her breast away from him with a rather pleased expression.

Thanks to his lust hazed mind it took him a few seconds to register what she’d done and when he did he bucked her off.

“Well, as much as I’d love to say it was nice meeting you I really can’t,” she said, ignoring his violent struggles to free himself.

“Get me the f**k out of here!” he snapped as he reached down between the mattress, wincing when the handcuffs bit into his wrists and he found the thick metal bed frame that she’d attached him to.

“Sorry,” she said with a careless shrug as she absently scratched just below her ear. “As much as I’d love to let you go so you could continue to drag me god only knows where and treat me like dirt I’m going to have to pass.