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  Her hips lifted, knees spread, and suddenly she was giving herself to me completely.

  Eyes glazed, she watched me play with her. My fingers started at the top of her knee and moved in at the same pace until both hands were in the crease where her thighs met her hips.

  I squeezed lightly before sweeping both thumbs up and out, brushing both digits over the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy.

  “You ever shave?”

  She shook her head. “Never had a reason to.”

  I grinned. “I don’t care. Bare. Hair. Your pussy is pretty, and I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Her eyes widened when I parted the lips of her sex and dragged one thumb down the length of her sex, only to push directly inside once I felt her opening.

  “Baylor.”

  Her words were husky, and I couldn’t stop the growing smirk from filling my face.

  “Yeah?”

  “You make me crazy,” she breathed. “Just do it.”

  “Do what?” I asked, teasing her by pressing my thumb in and out of her entrance, spreading her growing wetness until it coated everything that I could reach without moving my hands.

  “Fuck me.”

  I shook my head.

  “I don’t want to fuck you…not yet.”

  “Then what do you want to do?” she snapped. “Knit?”

  I burst out laughing and pulled her in close.

  “I want to taste your come on my tongue,” I said. “I want to drink it from you as you orgasm…see if it’s sweeter that way than when you’re just aroused.”

  She looked up at me with hooded eyes.

  “H-how are we going to do that?”

  She eyed the back of the couch with concern.

  I chuckled as I fell sideways, positioning my head in the middle of the cushions.

  “Sit on my face.”

  She brought her hand up to my beard, running her fingers lightly over the closely-clipped hair.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I did the positioning for her, making sure she was comfortably on my face before I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit.

  She moaned into the empty house, her hands dropping down to the cushion right above my head.

  And then I devoured her.

  Licked. Sucked. Pulled the lips of her sex into my mouth and bit lightly. Basically, I did everything I’d wanted to do to her since the first day I’d seen her in those tight ass jeans. The denim had been spread so tightly over her ass that it’d taken all of my control not to ask her out.

  God, I’d wanted her.

  Still wanted her.

  Badly.

  It was a dream come true to have her sitting on my face.

  My dick was straining against the zipper of my pants, and I reached one hand down and unbuttoned, releasing my cock from its confines.

  The sweet relief of having it out didn’t last long because the moment she felt what I was doing, she started climbing off me.

  “What…”

  Then she turned around, presenting me with her ass once again.

  I groaned and pulled her in, hooking my hands around her hips as I brought her back to my mouth.

  “Fuck!” I said the moment her mouth came into contact with my cock.

  I’d had blow jobs before.

  When you were a Hail, it was hard to find a woman who wasn’t willing to offer you anything you wanted sexually. But this woman? With her hesitant mouth and light touches on my balls? She had the power to break me.

  The timidity of her actions had me squeezing my eyes shut and arching up into her mouth.

  She let me fuck her face, and I continued to fuck her pussy with my tongue.

  I’d arch my hips, rock up and pierce her wet heat with my tongue. Over and over and over again.

  And then she lightly dragged her nails down the skin of my balls, and I moaned into her pussy.

  “Fuck,” I breathed, giving her clit one last flick before I bodily picked her up by the waist and swung her around.

  She gasped at my show of strength and grinned when I positioned myself at her entrance.

  “I would’ve moved,” she said huskily.

  I shrugged and grasped my cock, notching myself at her entrance, before I guided her hips down.

  She obliged, taking all of me in one fell swoop.

  The moment her hips met mine, I guided her back up.

  The pace was fast, exhausting.

  I was frantic, moving her hips up and slamming her back down while she rode me.

  Too frantic, apparently, because I wasn’t paying enough attention.

  And she broke my dick.

  ***

  “It’s mild,” the doctor said. “As bad as it looks, I’ve seen worse. If you think about it, there are two cylinders called the corpus cavernosum that fill with blood during arousal. Once those cylinders are filled, the penis becomes rigid. During intercourse, if the penis were to bend—like yours did—then those spongy cylinders can rupture. Or, in your case, become strained. That equates to the soreness and the tender feeling. However, since your penis is no longer hard, I have no doubt in my mind that it’ll heal on its own. I would suggest two weeks of no intercourse, and if you have problems urinating or becoming erect again after two weeks, then you need to make an appointment with a urologist.”

  I was sick to my stomach, and not just because my dick was sore.

  I’d broken my dick. Need I say more?

  Chapter 18

  I’m not quiet. I just don’t like talking to you.

  -Lark to Baylor’s brother

  Lark

  “It’s karma.”

  “What’s karma?” Travis questioned.

  I swallowed and looked down at my hands.

  “I did something bad, and God’s punishing me now.”

  “You didn’t do anything bad.”

  I ran away from my husband and followed through with divorcing him despite his contesting it.

  I’d lied, cheated, and stolen to get away from him.

  I’d lost my babies. Babies I’d loved with all of my heart, and they hadn’t even been born yet.

  I stole somebody’s dog. All because I had fallen in love with the dog’s previous owner.

  Then, when that man starts to make love to me and pulls me on top of him to do the deed, I break his dick in half.

  Baylor would never let me touch him again, I was sure of it.

  I was mortified.

  God, could my life get any worse?

  I deserved everything that I got.

  “Come on,” Hannah said.

  I winced.

  “I’m just going to go home.”

  Before she could say anything more, I moved through the sliding doors that I’d seen the medical personnel using over the last hour and started walking.

  I’d gotten maybe two ambulance bays down when I heard my name yelled.

  I whirled at Baylor’s voice.

  “Baylor?”

  I hurried toward him, immediately worried at the gray sheen that still tinged his face.

  “What are you doing out here?”

  He pointed, and I looked in the direction of the window he’d indicated.

  “That’s my room,” he said. “I saw you walking and came out here. You weren’t leaving, were you?”

  The worry in his voice had me blowing out a disgusted breath.

  Jesus, I was going to leave him.

  I was going to leave and never look back.

  Again.

  “Baylor…”

  “You don’t leave,” he pleaded. “Talk to me first. Always.”

  I looked away to the parking lot.

  There were a lot of people here for this hour of the night.

  There were people bringing food in for the patients and personnel I assumed. There was a mother and child standing on the corner, the mother smoking while her daughter tried to do
dge the smoke cloud.

  Then there was the large muscular black man—who, I might add, was sexy as hell in his police uniform—watching us curiously.

  I turned back to Baylor, who was standing there in his hospital gown, staring at me with a look of sadness on his face.

  “I’m bad for you.”

  “You’re good for me,” he countered.

  I shook my head. “No, I’m not. I’m a bad person. I do bad things to people.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  “Get over yourself, Lark. This isn’t just about you.”

  My mouth fell open.

  “I’m not lying.” I wiped the tears that were forming in my eyes as quickly as I could. “This is serious. I was the one to do this to you…next time it’ll be Sal hurting you. I have the worst luck in the world, Baylor. I’m going to cause you to be hurt, and you don’t deserve that. You are a good man. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  Before I could so much as take a step off the curb, he hauled me back with surprising strength.

  “You will not leave me,” he ordered harshly. “You’ll live your life. You’ll come sit by my side while they sign my discharge papers.”

  “What did they say about...that?”

  I looked at his penis, which was covered completely by the gown that he was wearing.

  I couldn’t see a thing, but even thinking about how he’d screamed had made me want to die all over again.

  “Rest. Anti-inflammatory meds,” he said. “It's not black and blue so they don’t believe that I tore anything. They think that it’s just a mild ‘sprain’ that will fix itself in a few days. Until then, I’m to abstain from any sexual intercourse.”

  “You’ll keep abstaining. I’m never having sex with you again. I’m a danger to your privates.”

  My muttered words didn’t go unnoticed or unheard because he started to laugh as he hauled me back inside.

  I waved at Hannah, who was standing next to the door. She’d obviously been watching.

  “Your butt is almost as nice as your brother’s,” Hannah fired off the moment we were inside.

  I shifted and looked at his backside, and sure enough, it was hanging out there for everyone to see.

  “You didn’t think to cover that?” I asked.

  Baylor shrugged. “An ass is an ass. Everyone has one. Everyone has seen them. What’s one more?”

  “Not everyone has seen your ass,” I yanked the sides of his gown closed and held the ends in my fist.

  He hissed when the tightness of the gown pressed against his front, and I moaned. “I’m so sorry.”

  He patted my hand. “It’s okay. Just hold it a little less tight. When I walk it puts pressure on my dick. Even the slightest touch doesn’t feel good right now.”

  I bit my lip as another moan threatened to escape.

  “Shit.”

  “It’s okay.”

  No, it wasn’t.

  I’d broken the man’s dick. It didn’t matter if it was just sprained or completely broken. I’d done it to him. Me.

  I’d felt it under my ass as I came down on him, and I couldn’t stop it.

  His scream.

  Oh, my God.

  The sound of his scream would be replaying in my head as long as I lived.

  To add insult to injury, I’d been in the midst of an orgasm at the time I’d come down on him, so it’d taken me longer to move off of him than it normally would have.

  I felt a tug on my arm, and my eyes went wide at the woman and young girl that’d been at the baseball game a few weeks ago.

  They were walking out of the hospital room just a little down from Baylor’s.

  The girl had a cast on her hand, and the both of them had cuts, scrapes, and contusions all over their bodies.

  “Andie?” Baylor asked. “What happened?”

  Andie shrugged. “Car accident. Everyone is okay. We’re just a little shaken up.”

  Baylor didn’t go to touch either one of them, and I wondered if it was due to the fact that I was there, or the fact that his dick was still hurt, and he didn’t want to risk either one of them putting any pressure on it.

  The latter was more than likely, and that made an irrational surge of jealousy course through me.

  I was such a hypocrite.

  God, I was going to hell.

  Five minutes ago, I was willing to leave him. Now I was thinking about how I’d beat a woman’s ass—even one who’d just been in a car accident.

  “You got a ride?”

  “They do.”

  I whipped around, startled at a male’s voice being so close to my back, and reacted before I could think.

  I whipped my arm forward, my hand in a fist, and aimed it right for the man that was standing behind me.

  It was headed for his jaw when he caught it in mid-air, stopping me before I could make contact.

  Our eyes met, and I gasped.

  “Shit,” I said, trying to pull away. “You scared me.”

  “Your reaction is to swing before you know who it is?” he questioned, not letting go of my hand.

  I nodded. “Better that way. Strike first, apologize later. Might keep my head from being broken.”

  His eyes held understanding as he let go of me.

  “What are you doing here, Parker?” Baylor asked, pulling me into his side.

  It made me feel warm all over.

  Parker gestured to the woman. “Giving them a ride.”

  Baylor shrugged. “Okay then.”

  “Why are you here?” Adrienna’s asked.

  “Andie,” Andie said. “Don’t ask that.”

  “He asked us,” Adrienna countered. “You don’t look so good.”

  That last part was aimed at Baylor.

  “That’s because he should be sitting down,” a doctor snapped from behind us. “I’m going to sign you out AMA if you don’t come in here and sit down.”

  “What’s AMA?” Adrienna whispered.

  “Against medical advice,” both Parker and Baylor answered at the same time.

  I pushed Baylor forward. “Go. Or they might not give you the good meds.”

  Baylor rolled his eyes and waved as he allowed me to push him down the hallway toward his room.

  Soon we were back in his room, with a cross man looking at us like we were naughty students and not adults there of our own free will.

  “Sorry,” Baylor muttered to the disapproving doctor. “I saw her leaving, and I didn’t want her to go.”

  The doctor threw me a pitying glance. “Believe it or not, you’re not the first one to do this, and won’t be the last. Though it’s definitely an unusual condition, it wasn’t the most interesting case that I’ve seen all day.”

  “What was the most interesting?” I asked, unable to help myself.

  This medical shit really did interest me.

  Tomorrow was supposed to be my first day at the vet’s office. I’d taken a part-time position on the weekends as an assistant. Although it interested me, and I was doing it because of Pongo, it didn’t draw my avid attention anywhere near as much as human medicine did.

  “A fidget spinner on a penis,” he said. “An unknown object up an anus. Which, might I add, wasn’t unknown. The man knew what he was shoving up there before he ‘fell’ on it. It was a gourd, by the way.”

  My mouth fell open.

  Baylor laughed and then groaned as he sat.

  “I guess I should be happy I didn’t accidentally fall on something,” he teased, a little grayer than before. “Fuck, that hurts.”

  “It’s going to hurt for a few days,” he said. “I have a prescription for you for Vicodin. It’s possible that it’ll cause constipation, though, and you don’t want that to happen. Having to strain will also put strain on your penis. Which will hurt. So, make sure you eat a lot of food high in fiber and stay hydrated to counteract that.”

  I took copious notes in
my mind, and an hour later when we stopped by the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions, I also made sure to get the things he would need to tide him over the next few days.

  All the while, I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed by any unwanted men—like Sal.

  I never saw him, but then again, I never did… at least not until I felt that first strike.

  Chapter 19

  I’m old school. When I wake up, my eyebrows are already on my face.

  -things you shouldn’t say to your girlfriend

  Baylor

  10 days later

  They don't see what I see.

  Them? They look at her and see the curvy body, the full head of beautiful hair. The ass. The tits.

  Me? I see everything—including that. Tits and ass for sure. But even deeper than that, I see the caring heart. The need to be needed. The love she had for life. The worry that she wasn’t good enough for me.

  I watched her the other day when we went to the dog show.

  It’d been a spur of the moment thing, and since I was still on light duty, I was willing to do just about anything to get me out of the house and moving—even go to the grocery store.

  When she’d suggested the dog show that was in town over the last weekend, I’d literally begged to go.

  She’d looked at each and every dog like it was the finest canine specimen she’d ever seen in her life. Then she went home and curled around Pongo and had a conversation with him about how she felt he could win at that dog show. She didn’t see the scars on his nose or his one ear that was almost always crooked. Nor did she notice the patches of hair missing on his right and left paws where they consistently took blood from him.

  No, she only saw the beauty in everything around her.

  And that’s what humbled me.

  I didn't have that thirst for life like she did. I’d nearly died five times by my count. But my girl? She lived in her own personal war zone, thinking she was going to die every single day of the horrible years that she was married to her ex. She never knew if this time would be the time that Sal would go too far. She lived knowing that one day he would kill her.

  Still, to this day, she enjoyed life. How that could be possible, I didn’t know, but she did. And I was in awe of her for it.

  “You ready to go?”

  I grinned when a relieved smile lit her face.