Willing Captive (30 page)

Nodding, I squeeze
her hand and walk down the hall. Halfway down, the bathroom opens,
and I’m almost knocked off my feet when I’m pulled inside.

Nox stands there a second before pulling me close, grinning.
“I’m the sexiest man you’ve ever seen?”

My mouth gapes.
“Uhhh…”

Crud.

Chapter
Twenty-Five
Training wheels

Lily

Flushing bright red,
I ask wide-eyed, “How much did you hear?”

Leaning down,
placing firm, wet kisses on my neck, he mutters into my skin,
“Every. Fuckin’. Word.”

Shit!

He demands, “Answer
me.”

Double shit!

Closing my eyes at
the feel of his mouth on me, I whisper, “I- I forgot the
question.”

His breath warms my
skin as he laughs silently. “You think I’m sexy?”

Oh that!

No hesitation. “Yes.
And yes. You’re extremely sexy. And I think you’re the sexiest man
I’ve ever seen. Hands down.”

Lifting his head, he
kisses my lips gently before running his nose up the length of
mine. What he says next makes me want to do cartwheels.

“
You need me to fuck you, baby?”

I could cry from
relief. Biting my lip, I whimper and nod. But it’s not good enough
for him.

Reaching up and gripping my hair tight, he pulls gently but
firm. “I said do you need me to fuck you, princess? I need an
answer.”

My core contracts
and floods.

He
feels my hips jerk and smiles. Suddenly, the smile is gone.
“Fuck
me
. You
really want me?”

Oh God.

Terah was right.
He’s insecure.

Not answering him, I
take his free hand, slide it up my skirt, and place it on my soaked
panties. Feeling how wet I am, he hisses in a breath and rests his
forehead on mine. “Shit, babe. Fuckin’ hell! Poor baby. My poor
baby. You need my cock, don’t you?”

Listening to his
dirty words makes me even wetter. Playing my role, I pout and nod
sullenly.

Lifting his head,
his hooded eyes meet mine. “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want
your family hearing.”

Oh shit. That makes
it so much hotter!

Almost forcefully,
he takes my hips in his hands and turns me, leaving me facing the
bathroom sink and mirror. His hands slide up my legs and under my
skirt. Large fingers find my panties and pull them down to my
knees. I wiggle a little, and they fall all the way down to the
ground.

Lifting my skirt up
over my hips, he takes his time looking down at me, and kneading my
ass cheeks in his big hands. My head falls forward with a breathy
sigh. The sound of his zipper opening fills the bathroom and I lift
my head. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he says quietly, “Six
months without you, babe. You got no idea how much I need you.
Gonna fuck you right here, and you’re gonna keep your eyes on
me.”

My cheeks flush and
I nod. He reaches up and squeezes my neck. “I can’t promise I’ll
last this time, but when we get home, we’ll do it all over again.”
My breath hitches and he adds softly, “And again. And again. Until
we reach out fill. That sound good?”

Swallowing hard as
my core contracts again, I nod vigorously.

I
can’t see his erection but I do see his hand make a slow up-down
motion behind me. Knowing he’s touching himself makes me buck
against the sink. His eyes close in bliss and he mutters, “Want to
taste you right now but can’t, so tonight I’m eating your pussy for
an hour minimum. You down for that?”

Fuck yes!

Biting my lip, I nod
so fast and so hard that he laughs softly. Suddenly, he’s pressed
against me. His thick, long dick nestled between the cheeks of my
ass.

Terah took me to the
doctor the day after I told her Nox was back, and made sure I got a
birth control shot. And I’m so thankful right now that I could kiss
her!

But I’ll wait.

Till I have panties on.

Nox states, “Need
your eyes, baby.”

Snapping my head up,
I hold his stare. He moves back a little, the tip of him gently
probing at my wetness. His eyes hooded, he asks, “What is this?”
then pushes himself in the tiniest bit.

My eyes flutter and
I sputter, “It’s- it’s- it’s-”

Not answering quick
enough, he pulls back. “What is it, princess?”

Rubbing himself up
and down my folds, I sigh and blurt out, “Your cock. It’s your
cock.”

He smirks, “That’s
right, baby. Where does my cock belong? Tell me.”

Holding his eyes, I
whisper, “In- in my pussy.”

He closes his eyes
and shudders. When his eyes open, they flash. “My cock belongs in
your sweet pussy, baby.” And with that, he slowly pushes into me,
holding my eyes, daring me to look away.

Chest heaving with
heavy breaths, I say breathily, “Oh shit. Oh. I missed you so
much.”

His mouth parts, he
pushes further, all the way in. My ass touches his scarred belly
and he utters quietly, “Forgot.” He swallows hard. “Forgot how good
you feel.” Shaking his head, he clarifies, “No. I didn’t. But
sometimes I thought, maybe I just built it up in my mind. How good
you feel.”

Pulling back, he
pushes back in slowly and says, “But I didn’t. You’re perfect.
Fuckin’ perfect.”

My hips buck,
sliding him deeper into me and he hisses. “Can’t go slow, baby. Not
this time.”

I mutter, “I don’t
want slow. I want you to show me how much you missed me.”

His icy-blues cut
through me, and my heart races. Gritting his teeth, he splays his
hands on my hips, grips tight, and thrusts deep. Lowering my head a
moment with a gasp, I hear, “Eyes. Or I stop.”

Whimpering, I lift
my head, and our eyes lock once more. He drives into me at a steady
pace.

My pussy already
throbbing, I whisper, “Come in me.”

His eyes widen
before he grasps my hips tighter in his hold, and thrusts hard and
fast. My belly clenches. My nipples stiffen. I grip the edge of the
sink as my core begins to tighten.

I moan softly and
open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

My hips jerk, and my
eyes close. He asks hoarsely, “You gonna come on my cock,
baby?”

Dirty, dirty words.
I love them.

Who knew?

Just then, I open my
mouth and moan a little too loudly. Reaching up, he covers my mouth
with his hand, and I bite down on his finger. Without warning, my
spine tingles and I contract around him, once. His arm wraps around
my waist, pulling me deeper into his thrusts, and my eyes almost
roll back into my head.

Rainbow-colored
spots dance in my vision, and my stomach clenches tight.

His thrusts become
frenzied, and he groans softly, “Gonna come in your pussy,
babe.”

Thrusting like a mad
man, my pussy clenches around him and I gasp. The contractions
start.

With every wave of
my orgasm, I keep my eyes on his. He watches me come, then suddenly
grits his teeth. Holding me firmly, he thrusts once more, stills,
then whispers, “Fuck yeah.”

His face becomes
pained as he breathes heavily. And I feel his release. He throbs
and jerks deep inside of me. The wet warmth feels so good that it
causes me to contract again. And again.

Ecstasy.

Nothing could
compare to what I’m feeling right now.

Whatever was halting
our connection in the past two weeks has suddenly vanished.

Both breathing
heavily, and still holding each other’s gaze through the mirror, I
smile sweetly at him.

And he does
something gorgeous. Something I missed.

He
smirks
.

Oh yeah.

My
man is back.

***

Two weeks later…

“Nox, honey, you need to get dressed. We’re going to be late.
And we
can’t
be
late!”

Sounding flustered,
he just about barks back, “Working on it, babe. It’s just-” He
grunts, then growls, and I stop what I’m doing.

This isn’t unusual
these days. Nox told me that his temper spikes sometimes, and that
I’d need to be patient with him.

And I am
patient.

Walking down the
hall to our room, I stop in the doorway and watch as he tries to
put on his new prosthetic leg. This one arrived last week and is a
little more complicated to fit. And I see it’s getting to him.

My stomach sinks as
I watch him try and try, and get nowhere. Out of nowhere, he grips
the prosthetic tight, rears his arm back and throws it across the
room. Hard. It hits the wall, and the bang is so loud it makes my
rigid body jerk. My heart aches. I hate that this is so hard on
him.

Resting his elbows
on his knees, he rubs his hands over his face and
breathes deeply, trying to control himself.

I’ve prepared myself
for this moment. And I pray that the internet videos I’ve watched
are accurate. Or this will be super awkward.

Quiet as a mouse, I
walk into our room and pick up the prosthetic. Making my way over
to the bed where he sits, I kneel in front of him. Feeling me
close, he uncovers his red and angry face. Upon seeing me, he
softens. “Hey.”

Not saying a word, I
take hold of the leg sleeve and unroll it. Nox watches me carefully
and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with, “You spent
months saving me.” Avoiding his eyes, I slide the silicone sleeve
up the remainder of his right leg and whisper, “My turn to save
you.”

I’m so careful not
to make faces or noises. I don’t want this to be a negative
experience for us. I want to be there to help when he needs it.
Rolling the second sock on top of the silicone sleeve, I tell him,
“You don’t ever need to do this alone. I’m always here, babe.”

Sliding on the
prosthetic, I tell him, “Stand, babe. You have to walk around a
little.”

Standing, I hear the
first click of the pin fitting into the base of the prosthetic. He
walks on the spot a few times and it clicks some more. Then it
stops clicking.

Smiling up at him, I
ask, “Okay?”

Face heated, he
grunts, “Not okay.”

My face falls.

You shouldn’t have
gotten involved, moron.

My shoulder slump,
and I shrug, “I just thought-”

I’m cut off when his
arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me close. So close, I can
feel something long and hard poke my belly.

Well, hello.

Looking up at him in
shock, he says in awe, “You are the sexiest woman on the fuckin’
planet.”

Flushing, I say
breathily, “Oh.”

Pulling me even
closer, he leans forward and mutters against my lips, “And I’m
gonna fuck you right now.”

Slumping, I sigh
into his mouth, “Okay.”

I feel his grin on
my lips, “I thought we were going to be late.”

Wrapping my arms
around his neck, I mutter, “It can wait.”

Chuckling, he pulls
me back onto the bed and shows me just how sexy he thinks I am.

***

“Shit! We’re
so
late!”

“
It’s our wedding, babe. They aren’t gonna do anything without
us.”

My eyes widen as I
straighten my hair in the car mirror. “I have sex hair!”

He smirks, “Yeah,
you do.”

Running my hands
down my long, plain, ivory strapless dress, I scowl. Turning, ready
to spit fire, I take a look at him and my mouth snaps shut. My eyes
water and my lips quiver, “And you look so handsome in a tux.”

Reaching across the
cab, he takes hold of my hand and squeezes, “What’s all this shit,
baby? We’re meant to be happy right now.”

Sniffling, I
explain, “It was one of the things I felt cheated on. When I
thought you were- you know. I felt cheated that we hadn’t done any
boyfriend-girlfriend things. We hadn’t gone grocery shopping
together, or bought bed sheets together. And I always wished I’d
seen you in a tux. And now I am.”

Swallowing hard,
unable to control myself, I lift my head and I wail, “On our
wedding day!”

Squeezing my hand
tighter, Nox chuckles nervously, “Freakin’ me out here, babe.”

Releasing him, I fan
my face with my hands. “Shit. Okay, sorry. I’m cool.”

He chuckles again.
“No, you’re not.”

No. I’m not.

Pulling up to city
hall, I see our parents and Terah waiting for us. Parking right out
front, I exit the car and all the women rush towards me, talking
animatedly all at once.

I’m lead away from
Nox, and he lifts his finger to his head in a silent salute.

Rolling my eyes, I
mouth, “Love you.”

Kissing his fingers,
he places them on his heart.

***

Signing the papers
has got to be the most emotional thing I’ve ever gone through.

The tears just
wouldn’t stop.

And I felt
stupid.

That was until Nox
came up behind me, holding me around the waist. “No tears today,
baby. Best day of my life.”

I agree. One hundred
percent.

The judge came over
to us and shook our hands. He leaned in and said to Nox, “Proud to
have you serve this country, son. Good to have you home.”

That is Nox’s cover
story.

According to the Army (thanks to Mitch), Adam Christian Taylor
went missing
during a mission some years ago. He was
declared dead with no body being found. Turns out, he was alive the
whole time. He was found six months ago, gravely wounded and with a
case of hardcore amnesia.

Wink, wink.

And Nox hates
it.

But it was the only
story Mitch insisted would work for Nox to have his old identity
back. What Nox hates is being thanked for something he never
did.

Steeling his jaw, he
says, “Don’t thank me, sir.”