Chapter 15.

There's nothing wrong with a man making his own sandwich...if his woman is useless, that is.

-Things you shouldn't say to a woman Booth My stomach roiled for the umpteenth time as I watched Masen slowly rouse from sleep.

Her face had tiny cuts all over it. Her eyes were black.

Her mouth was stretched taut as she grimaced even in sleep.

Her hands were thrown up over her head, making the shirt I'd put her in last night ride up over her hips and come to a rest just under her belly button.

The white bandage that was covering her stitches was partially exposed, making my stomach knot.

It could've been so much worse.

Motherfucker.

I'd passed that same exact gap in the trees hundreds of times before, and even I had seen deer there before.

What were the odds that she'd hit one?

High, obviously, if they'd put the sign up.

I just had to be thankful that she wasn't in a small car.

Her Jeep had been totaled.

The entire front end of the old yellow machine was just gone.

"You need to stop staring at me like I'm broken," Masen's sweet, tired voice admonished.

My eyes flicked up to hers, and I smiled, wincing only slightly.

"I look that bad?" She teased, raising her arm up to touch her face lightly.

"Not that bad," I lied.

She snorted.

"You're a bad liar," she said. "I thought you had to do some training today."

"I called them and told them I'd be late. They understood," I explained.

Masen's eyes closed and she smiled.

"Then you can spend the day worshipping me," she said with a smile on her face. "Brush my hair. Rub lotion into my skin. Take me. Over and over again."

Even though my dick hardened at her comment, I didn't rise to the bait.

"You're hurt," I said.

She squinted one eye open at me.

"I'm not hurt enough that I don't want to enjoy having a few uninterrupted hours with each other," she said. "I can handle a little pain with my pleasure."

Possibilities started to whirl in my mind as I thought about the implications of her words.

Leaning down over her, being sure to make my hips the only thing that touched her as I planted my hands in the bed beside her head, I stared into her eyes.

"There are infinite possibilities..." I said. "When you're better."

She lifted a lip at me in a silent snarl.

"I don't like the way you're thinking," she pouted, lifting her hands and running them up my naked sides.

I hadn't slept in anything last night, and the way my hard cock sat unrestrained against her bare pussy had me rearing and ready to go even without the least bit of work up on either of our parts.

She pulled me down, and the muscles in my arms started to burn as I held the position above her.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths molding and tongues dueling.

She moaned into my mouth and lifted her hips up to grind into my cock.

She hissed when her hurt hand lifted to press into my side.

When I went to pull away, though, her other hand lifted and held onto my hair, keeping me in place.

Then she bit my lip, making my cock jump.

I pushed down against her, making sure to grind myself down into her, running the length of my erection up and down the lips of her sex.

Coating the taut skin covering my cock in her juices, I pulled back and notched the head of my cock at her entrance.

Arms shaking now, I slowly pushed inside of her waiting pussy.

Pulling back enough so I could see her face, I watched her as my length slowly filled her.

I didn't stop until I bottomed out inside of her, the tip of my cock kissing the entrance to her womb.

"You feel so fucking perfect," she breathed.

My eyes traveled over her belly to where we were joined, and I watched as I slowly pulled out, then pushed back in just as slow.

I gritted my teeth as I took it slow and easy, scared to hurt her if I put too much exuberance into the act.

She seemed to know this was going to be slow, too, as she started to watch me watch her.

I could feel her gaze on my face, on my chest.

On where we were joined.

Her eyes felt like a caress as I slowly pumped my hips.

In and out of her I went, slipping so easily into her that it felt fucking perfect.

The wide head of my cock burrowed into her wet heat, splitting her nearly in two.

My eyes took in the way her entrance stretched for me, molded so perfectly to me that it felt like we were made for each other.

I was careful as I fucked her, taking her so slowly that her breasts jiggled only slightly with each thrust of my hips.

Taking my weight onto one hand, I skimmed my fingers of my free hand down the length of her side, causing goose bumps to pop up all over her side.

Her nipples pebbled, and it took everything I had in me not to change course and move to her breasts.

Instead I kept the course, only stopping when I met her hip and moving inside...to where we were joined.

I ran my finger along the outside of her entrance, gathering the wetness that had gathered there in the long minutes we'd been making love.

Once my fingers were coated, I moved them up and started to circle her clit.

Not exactly touching, but close.

She bit her lip, causing me to smile.

"You want something, baby?" I asked her roughly.

We both knew what exactly she wanted.

She wanted me to take her harder.

She wanted me to play with her clit.

She wanted me to flip her over onto her knees and fuck her so hard it felt like I was in her throat.

Did I do any of those things?

No.

Why?

Because she was hurt.

And she deserved it nice and slow for once.

All of our love making, even in the early days, was fast, hard, and quick.

We never seemed to make it to a bed, and now that I thought about it, this was our first time to actually be here, in a bed, without any obligations.

"Please," Masen mewled.

I grinned and gave her the full force of my eyes as I finally touched the outside of her clit with the pad of my thumb.

"This what you want, baby?" I asked.

She nodded, eyes hooded.

"Yes," she hissed out a breath.

I didn't say another word as I worked her clit in time with my cock.

Slow circles that drove her mad until she was writhing underneath me.

I moved my fingers, wet with her, and slapped the outside of her ass.

"Stop moving or you'll tear your stitches," I ordered her.

She bared her teeth at me, but nonetheless stopped moving.

"Good girl," I spoke softly, moving my hand back to her clit.

This time I pressed down with the heel of my palm, grinding it down and holding her steady as I ramped up my movements.

My balls started to swing, hitting her asshole with each bump of my hips against the outside of her thighs.

She gasped and threw her head back, her lip now bleeding by the intensity of her teeth holding the sensitive flesh.

"Stop biting your lip," I growled, bending down over her, being sure not to hurt her.

She nodded frantically as she let it go, and I licked the small drop of blood off her lip with a sweep of my tongue before thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

She moaned and looped her arms around my neck as I kept moving.

We were both in sync when I felt her start to tip over the edge.

She became a little more frantic, and I broke away from her kiss with a gasp as I took the pad of my thumb and pressed down on that little bundle of nerves.

She detonated, clamping down on my dick so hard that I could've sworn I saw stars.