Torn - Part Four (The Torn Series) Read Free Page A

could still make her feel good, though, could still draw out those little cries of pleasure that I’d been missing, that I loved so much.
     
    I snaked one hand below her ass and around her thigh to brush her between her legs. She lifted onto her toes with a soft gasp. “Mal…”
     
    “That’s it, baby. All I want to hear it my name.”
     
    “Mmm. Mallet,” she said, squeezing a hand between us to stroke my erection. I shifted with her touch - and groaned at the sharp flash of pain in my side.
     
    “Don’t stop,” I growled. The pain was bad but stopping would be worse. Her eyes creased with concern, but I wiped the look away when I slid two fingers deep inside of her.
     
    God, she felt so good. Hot and inviting. I could just imagine sliding my dick home, but this was the next best thing until I was in better shape.
     
    She used my shoulders for support, though she was careful not to rest too much of her weight on me as she writhed against my hand. Her breaths came sharp and fast - I captured them with my mouth, sliding my tongue along hers until she moaned and shuddered.
     
    Her grip on my erection tightened and she stroked me faster, her hand slippery with soap. I resisted the impulse to pump into her hand - the insistent throbbing of my side reminded me that it was a bad idea.
     
    Her moans would be enough to get me off on their own, anyway. She had that effect on me. Her pleasure was mine; all I wanted was to focus on her, to make her writhe and scream and lose her damn mind. I’d never felt that way with any other woman.
     
    “Come for me, baby,” I demanded, knowing that the sound of my voice got her hotter.
     
    “You come for me,” she teased, her stroking intensifying though her mouth dropped open - I slid my thumb over her clit, then pressed the sensitive button with the heel of my hand, grinding it against her as I curved my fingers inside her sex.
     
    “I will if you do,” I said, “I need to hear it. I need to feel you.”
     
    “Oh, Mallet-” She came apart with a shuddering cry, her body falling in close, sliding against mine. I kissed her neck and groaned as I followed her over the edge, spilling between us and gently nipping her soft skin with my teeth.
     
    Pleasure and pain washed through me as the now-lukewarm water washed away the evidence of our passion. I needed to sit down. I felt her take a breath and I said, “No jokes.” I knew how she liked to lighten the mood after we climaxed so spectacularly but laughing might have killed me right then. I could barely breath as it was.
     
    “Come on,” she said, drawing me behind her as she stepped out of the tub, “You need to lie down.”
     
    I should have felt weak and pathetic as I let her help me dry off and step into a clean pair of boxers. But I didn’t. I only felt warm, and right. Dangerous. You’re falling too fast again. Haven’t you learned anything?
     
    Apparently I hadn’t. I let her tuck me in and stroke my hair. My head felt too heavy to argue. Sleep claimed me before I could even thank her for being there.

CHAPTER 3
     
    I did feel pathetic when I woke up later that afternoon. She’d left a note - she had to go to work. I debated dropping in for a visit but my body protested when I dragged myself to my feet. My face was drawn and tired when I checked myself out in the mirror. She’d kill me if I showed up like that.
     
    And she’d be right to do it. I needed to do what I could to recover fast. I’d already had to reschedule the fight with my brother twice and I didn’t want to do it again. If I took care of myself, if I was careful, I could be healed and ready by the time the big day rolled around after Christmas. I’d only waited four weeks before fighting again after Surly broke my ribs, and it hadn’t been enough. This time I had six. This time I’d be more careful.
     
    I attended practice the next day, anyway. Not that I planned on doing much practicing myself but I could make myself useful