Surrender My Love (22 page)

H
is cock swelled impossibly thicker and bucked as the sharp tingle of approaching orgasm raked along the base of his shaft and twisted tight through his balls. He heaved and pulled Chloe off his cock just seconds before he let loose a hoarse barbaric shout and squirted thick semen on the inside of her thighs. His chest burned and his muscles cramped, but he could not stop bucking against her, could not stop groaning and spilling onto her creamy skin and drenching her pubic hair. He pulled her down against his sweaty torso and slanted his lips against hers, gliding his mouth and tongue over hers. His body was still seizing with blissful twinges as he kissed her and he wanted to wrap her around him like a second skin.

Oh God
… This woman made him crazy! The way his body responded to her was a mystery. He’d thought the orgasm in the alley was just a fluke, but this one had been just as powerful and surprising. What was it about her?

The kiss ebbed, slowed to a languid caress of lips and he kept his eyes closed. Eventually she lifted her
sticky torso, and knowing she was staring at him, he opened his eyes.

Chloe was grinning, all teeth
, and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. She looked like a child that had discovered a sweet shop.

“Wow.” Her hazel eyes glittered with shards of green.

“Wow, indeed.”  Missing her warmth, he pulled her back on top of him and hugged her close.

“You have taught me many
firsts
, Dr. Markson.” He sensed her smiling against his neck.

And I’ll be the last to teach you…

The response that popped into his head had him frowning. Instead, he said, “Is that so, Nurse Bennett?”

She nodded. “I don’t think I can ever eat whipped cream again without thinking of you.”

“Good.” He brushed his lips against her forehead and smiled, a warm contentment glowing in his chest, stunning him with its brilliance.

He sighed and stroked his palms
up the feminine curve of her spine, then plunged his fingers into her thick, dark locks of hair. He loved her hair. He buried his nose in it and inhaled, adoring the rich texture and the way it smelled and felt against his skin.

“
Mmmm…” He trailed small kisses on her neck. “We should get cleaned up, my little innocent.” He grinned. “Although, I don’t think I can call you that anymore.”

Her head shot up
, and her eyebrows rose high in her forehead. “Why not?”

He chuckled and pulled her head back down. “Not with the words that came out of your mouth!”

He heard her gasp and knew a pink blush was probably crawling up her face. He laughed and grasped her as she tried to roll away, pulling her back onto his body. She was blushing floridly, but he could see laughter dancing on her lips.

“
Who would’ve thunk?
Babe, you could teach a sailor a word or two!” He grinned and rolled them, laughing harder when she grabbed the sheet, balled it up and started beating it against his chest.

A soft laugh
purred from her throat, and he felt it reverberate through his body. “Well, Dr. Markson, there’s quite a lot
you
can teach
me
.”

She’d said it
so sexily, and he bet she hadn’t even realized it. Her voice had revved low and sultry and it stoked a flame in his shaft. He swelled instantly.

“You feel that way, do you?”
He had her pinned beneath him.

“Umm...hmm.”

Groaning, he capture
d her lips for a thorough kiss, grinding his hips against hers. Their tongues met and played, doing a sensual slow dace.

“Well, let’s go take a shower and we’ll start your next lesson.
” He regarded her thoughtfully. “I hope you’ve got lots of soap.”

“Soap?”

“For that lusciously dirty mouth of yours.” He sprang up just as she squealed and tossed the sheet.

Chloe walked out of her small bathroom and swaddled her naked body in her bathrobe. She sat on the edge of her bed, listening to Brad in the bathroom as he finished his shower. Scrubbing a towel through her damp hair, she couldn’t deny the grin that demanded an appearance. She had no words to describe what she was feeling for Brad. She just knew it felt like her body was filled with warm, sweet honey. Brad had lavished her with attention. He’d thoroughly washed her hair as well as bathed every inch of her body, paying particular attention to what he termed his ‘favorite spots.’  Turns out they were her favorite too. She grinned.
Who would have thunk?

She remembered the s
ensual feel of his long fingers massaging her scalp and combing through the long strands of her hair. His touch was amazing, sure and purposeful, and was a luxury she could easily get used to. They’d made love again in the shower, their passion hurling them both to an explosive end. Brad had withdrawn at the end, again appearing surprised as he’d painted her abdomen and breasts with his warm essence. She wondered about his surprise, but was too shy to ask. He was a fantastic lover, and seemed to thoroughly relish having sex. She couldn’t imagine him ever having problems.

Chloe groaned and buried her face in her palms,
not understanding how she could be so happy and so miserable. Just the fact that Brad had come to her aid was astonishing in itself and left her with a myriad of baffling emotions. She tried hard not to read into his actions, but he made her feel deeply cherished, something she hadn’t felt in years.

She prayed, though, for a swift ending to this ordeal with WMH. She couldn’t afford to be out work of any length of time. To save money, she’d have to take over most of her mother’s shifts while she was out of work. It would be great to spend more time with her mother, but without her salary coming in, they would soon suffer serious financial hardship.

A sharp banging on
her door caused Chloe’s hands to freeze as she shimmied a towel through the roots of her hair. Her gaze flew to the bathroom, and certain that Brad would be occupied a few more moments, she stood and lapped the tie around her robe, giving it a decisive tug as she padded barefoot to the door. The loud banging continued, and frowning, she pulled it open.

“Wh
at the hell took you so long?” her brother demanded, pushing roughly past her.

Chloe pivoted to face him, her heart sprinting
fast. Her head jerked towards the bedroom, then her gaze latched on to Richard. His hair was blue this week, an electric neon that was almost blinding. Clothes that were wrinkled more than usual hung off his thin frame and agitated, he bounced from one foot to the other.

“Richard! What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing! I’m here to collect my money!”

“You look awful.”
She felt her heart reaching out to him.

“Well, you don’t look so good yo
urself!”

In no mood to start another argument, she huffed and walked past him. She needed to get him out of her apartment as soon as possible. She fished an envelope out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Richard, I’m worried about you,” she said gently. “Let’s meet up at Mom’s later. We should talk.”

His head was bowed a
s he ignored her, shuffling through the envelope.

“What is this shit?” he yell
ed, looking up.

“It’s the amount we agreed on.”
Her head swiveled to the bedroom. “Please keep your voice down.”

“This
isn’t gonna cut it, Chlo. I told you. I take care of Mom just as much as you do! I want more up front, especially now that you’ve fucked up at work. I don’t know what sort of shit you’ve gotten yourself into, but soon you’ll be holding out on me altogether!”

Chloe pinched her lips together, trying to control her anger.
She knew he was going to be difficult. “That’s all I have. Now, go! We’ll talk about this later!”

“Bullshit! I know you have mo
re. I’ve slaved over our mother and I deserve more than this!”

“Richard, half the time you don’t even show up!
You know there’s not much left in the account. Now, just go,” she whispered. “Please.”

“I don’t believe there’s no money!”

“There’s barely enough to cover Mom’s medical bills!”

“You just w
ant to keep it all for yourself!”

“That’s not true. Now, go! We
’ll talk later.” Her gaze jolted towards the bedroom door.

She saw him follow her gaze, then watched his
complexion grow ruddy with anger. His green eyes moved contemptuously up her bathrobe, and she knew the moment he figured out someone was in the other room. Her brother’s mouth pulled into an odious slash, and he regarded her with red-hot loathing. “You fucking whore! You’re always lecturing me on my life and here you are being a little slut!”

“Richard! Shut up!
Just go!”

“Miss high and mighty, fucking know-it-all! You fuck up at work and now you’re spreading your legs.
Is this your new job?” He snorted a nasty chuckle. “I hope you’re at least getting paid for this!”

Richard was yelling now, his voice drumming into the apartment,
beating anguish into her heart. She couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. She’d taken care of him his entire life. She felt the sharp lance of disappointment and hurt, and tears began to fill her eyes. She could usually stand up to her brother, but she felt emotionally drained from her other battles. Afraid that Brad would overhear her brother’s tirade, she moved closer to the door, hoping Richard would follow.

“You’re
nothing but a fucking hypocrite, you bitch! Mom is sick. You should be with her instead of whoring! You have a nerve always harassing me and trying to run my life!”

Chloe
pushed back her tears and bit her lip, desperate to be rid of him. She was about to pull the door open when from the corner of her eye she perceived a lightning fast, hulking blur of movement. In less time than it took for her to blink, turn, and focus, Brad had her brother’s body slammed up against the wall, his shirt twisted in a tight angry fist.

Richard’s green eyes were wide and frightened
, his pupils dilated, his mouth flapping open in a dazed stupor.

Chloe gasped in shock,
her palms flying to her quivering lips.

“
Brad!
What are you doing?” she yelled.

Terrifying anger radiated from Brad
in ribbons of black fumes. The only thing he wore were his jeans riding low on his hips. His torso was bare, his corded muscles rippling across his broad naked back. His skin still glistened with beads of water and she knew he’d dressed hastily. Her brother seemed so puny next to him, so fragile, and Chloe grew afraid for him.

“
Brad! Please…”

Brad turned to her then, a slight jerk of his chin in her direction. She saw the blue of his eyes deepen and his nostrils flare wide as he turned back to Richard.
She wondered how much of their conversation he’d overheard.

“Why do you think
it’s okay to speak to your sister like that?” he hissed slowly into her brother’s face.

Chloe watched Richard’s lips tremble and his gaze darted imploringly to her.

“
Why?
” Brad bellowed, and her brother shrank further into the wall, a pained expression on his face.

“Brad!
Stop.”

“Now, apologize to her
, you little punk, or I’ll put your fucking head through this wall!”

Her stubborn brother shot her an insolent
sneer and pulled his lips tight, the silver ring in his lip jutting out. “I just want my money.”

Brad yanked his shirt
hard, plucking him from the wall before slamming him back against it with alarming force. Richard was shaking so hard he must have bitten through his lip, because a small trickle of blood seeped at the corner.

“
Now! Apologize!”
Brad’s body coiled with fury, and Chloe was afraid he’d carry out his threat.

“I—I’m sorry, Chloe,” Richard finally stuttered
, and Chloe let out the breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

Brad shoved him away roughly and Richard stumbled. He recovered his step, but his green eyes burned with anger and hatred. Brad stared him down, his gaze lethal.

“
Don’t you
ever
speak to her like that again!” he yelled angrily. “Now get the fuck out of here!”

Her brother
stared at her, his face flaming red, and her heart cried out at his pitiful expression. She saw him as the boy who every year had made Father’s Day cards despite the fact he’d never known his father. He’d kept them secreted at the bottom of a closet and it almost broke Chloe’s heart when, years later, she’d stumbled upon them. There’d been years of hope buried at the bottom of that closet, hope that had been blackened with dirt and debris and disappointment.