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Authors: Chanse Lowell,K. I. Lynn,Shenani Whatagans

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“No, I . . .” Her cheeks colored, and she closed her eyes. A scraping groan emanated out of her chest. “Do you have to get me going when my brain isn’t even awake yet?”

“Yes—
Christ
, yes!” He tipped forward, brushed his leaking tip across her cheek. “I’m close . . . Real close.”

“I don’t care. Going back to sleep. You’re not deprived. You got off three times the night before,” she reminded him. “Let your body heal, crazy man.”

“Four the night before that. Why are the numbers decreasing? This zero number really upsets me.” He moaned when she turned back to him, and his cock-head bumped her nose.

“The numbers are fine. You can have as much as you want when I know your wound’s gone completely. I wasn’t gonna risk it reopening last night, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask that
I
get some sleep. I was fried after cutting into you like a butcher. It was the scariest moment of my life, and I’ve been through lots of those. The love of my life was in massive amounts of pain at my hands, and I watched you pass out because of it.” She exhaled in a rush. “Really, we need to have our priorities straight anyway. We need to rest so we’ll have energy to be able to think straight to get your mom back. I don’t want to screw that up for you.”

“Open,” he said, ignoring her damned recitation of the Gettysburg Address and blibber blabber about healing wounds near his cock. Whatever.

Fuck.

Now.

Woman!

Her lips parted; most likely it was more out of shock than anything, but he didn’t care what the reason was. He shoved his cock inside, fucked her mouth and hummed, his pleasure making his chest vibrate. No more fainting ever again when he came, regardless of who received his semen. He hoped he was sterile, too. That would be a blessed side effect.

“You suck it soooo good, my sexy slut. So good. You know exactly how I like it—because you love how I feel on your tongue when I come.”

She blinked, and her pupils dilated while her nostrils flared. Her throat bobbed when she tried to swallow, and that small action made the back of her tongue rise up and wash across his rounded end.

He pulled out and pinched around the corona to slow down the squirting, then dripped it down and across the bridge of her nose, painting her white.

“Fffffuuuuuuck! Do you know how goo d that looks on you?” As soon as he was done convulsing and watching it drip down onto her cheeks, he dipped his head down and licked it off her.

“Oh gaaaawd, you’re gonna kill me with your come.”

“Impossible . . . My come’s the cure to all your problems.”

She sighed and chuckled low in her belly, making the bed shake.

“Your turn. Smear your come on my face.”

“Uhhh . . . no.”

“Come on—ride my face. Get it on my chin at least or straddle my neck and hump my Adam’s apple. Be bad with me, bitch. I want you to.”

She laughed. “I am not going to make you look like some deranged lifeguard with a white nose painted from come.” She shook her head. “Man, how you egg me on. If I listened to you, I’d never get anything done.”

“Sure you would—the numbers would increase, and in the sports world, that’s good for everyone. Win, win, and win some more. Let’s break records.” He smirked.

“Put that thing away. It’s beautiful,” she kissed the slit, licked it for a second, making it twitch, though it continued to soften, “but I can get to know it a little more each day. It’s not a race to the finish. I plan to savor you over time.”

His right brow edged its way up to his hairline. “You should be a politician. You kick ass at saying what I wanna hear, but I don’t believe you. I need this in writing.” He pretended to etch it on her bare stomach with his index finger.

“I think I need to start sleeping with clothes on. You get naughty when you’re bored and I’m naked.”

He nodded. “No fucking doubt, but that would be really bad. At least if you’re naked, I don’t always wake you up. Sometimes I’m able to jerk off quietly. If you’re clothed, you’d wake when I ripped them off you.”

She smiled, and her eyes softened. “Making up for lost time, I see. All those years without being able to get to the end has made you voracious. I get it—I do, but I swear I’m not going anywhere.”

“’Kay,” he said, nodding.

“Good.”

She sat up and was in the process of swinging her legs over the edge when suddenly, she dropped back down onto the mattress, curled into a fetal position and moaned with her fists bunching and tucking up under her chin.

Her teeth chattered, and she paled.

“What’s wrong? Casey?”

“I d-don’t knoooow,” she said, her voice losing power.

Her breathing went shallow, and she shook. Her legs twitched, and then she bunched up in on herself again.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhhhh God, it hurts!” She yelped then tears squeezed out of her eyes as she closed them.

He hovered over her, his hands an inch above her shoulder, unsure if he should touch her or not. Would it hurt her worse if he did that?

“What can I do? I . . . Jesus, you’re turning whiter than the walls,” he blurted, his eyes stinging and his gut twisting.

“Oh my fucking Christ!” Her bottom leg failed out, accidentally kicked him, then it curled back up again. “It’s . . . Something’s wr-wrong. It’s like my intestines are exploding.” Her teeth clicked.

“Let me feel?”

“No—Lord, no!” Her body was rocking back and forth; restless energy as she tried to find something that was comfortable.

“I’ll take you to the hospital—’kay?”

“We c-c-can’t. They might catch us,” she argued.

“I’ve gotta fucking do something. How do I know if you’re dying here?”

“I’m nnnnot dying, asshole.”

He grinned. At least she was able to curse at him. If that was the case, it couldn’t be too bad.

Had he hurt her from fucking her endlessly with rough hands and a brutal dick over the last few days? He knew he’d hurt her eventually. His strength was always more than he realized. And lately he’d gotten careless since she would get turned on by him really letting go.

She was like him now,
he told himself repeatedly. She could handle it.

This was what he deserved. She was still a woman, and he was a savage beast, tearing into her flesh like she was his main course.

His lips descended on her shoulder, he stroked her back as gently as he could. With whispering touches, he told her, “I’m sorry, Case. I never meant to hurt you. I hate that I’ve caused you pain.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.” He sniffed back tears. He had no right to cry.

She could do it all she liked, kick him in the balls and call him a shit-head if she wanted to. He’d take it.

He kept his mouth quiet, lay with her and touched her in a soothing way as much as he could while she rode out this inexplicable pain.

Was it from stress?

He almost would have said she’d been pregnant and was miscarrying, but that was impossible.

What could this be? Gall bladder? Kidney stones?

How was this possible? The serum was supposed to make them almost invincible—never getting sick. Yet, she was clearly not all right.

His mind raced, and she choked on her anguished cries as the pain escalated.

After a half hour of her dealing with this, she dropped off to sleep, her color slowly returning.

He stroked her hair, sat next to her on the bed and went numb.

It was his duty to find a cure for her. It was the serum they gave her. He was certain of it now. That shit was killing her inside—eating her organs, or worse—making her into something she was never meant to be.

“I’ll save you, Case. Don’t worry about anything,” he mouthed, keeping the words inside his body so she’d never hear them and contradict him.

 

* * *

 

“How tight is this?” he asked, checking her lab coat.

“You can take your hands off my ass since it’s fine,” she teased.

“My hands weren’t on your butt cheeks, but they will be now, you slut.” He smacked her tush.

She yelped and jumped, craning her head over her shoulder and smiling at him.

“This isn’t gonna work,” he said. “I should go; not you. If something goes wrong . . .”

“That’s ridiculous. If we send you, they’ll spot you right away. They only had me for a few days, and I’ve changed my hair, put in colored contacts and everything.” She ran her hand over her straightened blonde locks. This crazy woman even stuffed her bra, swearing Hannah’s tits were bigger than hers. Uh, no.

He should know. Casey’s were definitely bigger, but she wouldn’t be talked out of it, so he let her do it.

“I don’t like it.” He shook his head, glaring at the coat she wore.

“Sorry—no choice. I don’t want to look like Hannah either, but we’ve got to get in there somehow. We already know she’s still alive, and since she was messing around with her genetics, she’d probably be on the mend by now. I can pass as her if I stick my boobs out a ton.” She jutted them out, ducked her chin down and admired the view.

“Wonder bras and a nice ass—heaven.” He pretended to be ecstatic about what she was about to do; his hands moved up her backside. Maybe a fast fuck would calm both their jangled nerves? After getting to the safety deposit box Max had secured for him and removing its contents, his palms were already sweating. “Quickie?”

“No time. We’ll have a celebratory fuck when I get back. Deal?”

“Talk dirty like that, bitch, and see if you can stop me from taking what’s mine,” he threatened, his cock dancing in his pants.

She looked different, but she smelled great—always his Casey—smelling sweet and like a woman should. None of that nasty, spicy perfume that covered up her natural scent.

When she was turned on, he wanted to know—wanted to inhale it in the air and taste it on his tongue from breathing around her.

Unfortunately, right now he couldn’t truly enjoy it.

“Keep this on at all times,” he reminded her.

He’d made a little device forever ago with Max’s help to put on a phone as a tap. It went over the pound key, and it was clear. If she brushed her finger over it, the thing started mic’ing her conversations. He would be listening in, and the first sign of impending danger, he’d be in there, tearing nut sacks off if he had to.

To turn it off, she had to do the same. The best part? It was encoded to a person’s fingerprints, so if someone else touched it, nothing would happen, and her pocket whispering over it wouldn’t do anything either.

No one would even know it existed or that anything was going on.

He frowned, thinking about how this was still too dangerous for her.

Though he didn’t regret the time he’d taken to develop this with Max, he severely regretted he hadn’t used his time and brain to make an antidote to the serum that had her in such pain yesterday. He’d never forgive himself that she had to go through that.

There was no excuse. He knew that.

His fault—entirely.

And he was letting her go back in there with those psychos?

“Wait—Casey, don’t go. This isn’t safe. We can figure out another way to get my mother back.”

She cupped his cheeks with both hands. “Sweetheart—you’re worrying for nothing. I know where they’re keeping her, you don’t. I won’t have to fumble or look lost. I’ll stride right in there with this badge we secured, and I’ll be back out before you know it.”

“Can you work this gun?” He handed her a GLOCK 26. “Or are you gonna shoot your foot with it?”


Please.
” She took it from him with ease. “I worked with all sorts of unsavory characters. Of course I learned how to shoot. I actually know how to defend myself. It’s only you that disarms me, and that’s because you’re packing some serious meat downstairs.” She tucked the gun away and stroked his cock.

He damn near purred like a giddy cat. “I still don’t like this.”

“Oh, then I’ll stop. Sorry to fuck up like that. I thought you liked being jerked off.”

“You said no time.”

“No time for a quickie with me, because then I’d smell like sex, have to re-shower and get redressed. But I can get you off.”

“No.” He put his hand over hers. “If something goes wrong, I’ll be kicking my ass already over what a selfish prick I am; I don’t wanna add this to the growing list of why I don’t deserve you, and why I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

She smiled with a soft understanding light in her eyes. “You’re hands-down the best boyfriend ever. I’ve dated some real creeps, and you are not even close to any of those dickheads. Promise.” She crossed her heart then made him kiss the inner length of her index finger she’d just used.

“Love you. Don’t get hurt.”

“Don’t worry about me. Just stay hard, okay? Like I said—we’ll fuck like the world’s about to end when this is over.”

“Can I at least say hi to my mom first?” His eyes glinted with mischief.

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