She remembered his claim of being a hard shooter. She curved one of her hands over the top of his c**k head while she stroked his shaft faster, fisting him a little tighter. Hot jets of his white se**n blasted hard against her palm and she realized he hadn’t been kidding about choking her if he was really excited. She lifted her gaze to watch his face.
He threw his head back and shouted her name as she milked him of every drop of se**n. Ellie smiled as she continued touching his oversensitive flesh until Fury grabbed her hands to make her stop.
Ellie kissed Fury on his lips. Her tongue teased his bottom lip. He groaned her name as his hands reached for her br**sts.
“Do you feel better? More relaxed?”
He growled in response.
Ellie pulled away from his exploring hands to clean him up with the towel and threw it toward the bathroom. She put a little distance between them. Fury’s gaze locked with hers.
“I want you,” he growled.
Ellie squealed in surprise when Fury lunged suddenly, grabbed her arm and gave her a hard yank that sent her sprawling on top of the bed. Her back hit the mattress and Fury came down over her to cage her to the bed under him. Ellie stared up at him.
“You’re going to open up your wounds, Fury.”
“I won’t.” He reached down to grab hold of Ellie’s skirt, fisting it with his hand. He pulled hard to jerk the material up Ellie’s body to her waist.
“Fury, stop.”
His dark gaze met hers. “I’m still having lunch. You’re on the menu.”
Desire seeped right through to Ellie’s bones. “But your stitches”
“I’ll be careful not to pull on them.” He smiled. “I’ll keep to the high ground so I don’t move much. What is that you call it? Your button? I’m in the mood to lick a button, Ellie.”
“I should say no but I can’t,” Ellie rasped, her entire body coming alive with the promise of what he wanted to do. She pressed against Fury’s hand as he wiggled his fingers into the edge of her panties. He hooked the center section of them and yanked hard. He threw the torn material away from the bed.
“You know you should stop wearing those things,” he growled. “They just annoy me.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “No argument?”
She shook her head. Fury’s fingers massaged her clit, teasing her, and driving her passion higher. He shifted lower on her body. She opened her thighs wider so he could settle between them. “I’ll burn all of them if it makes you happy as long as you don’t stop touching me.”
“Burn them,” he urged softly, sliding down the bed even lower over Ellie. He used his free hand and jerked her shirt up to her br**sts. His mouth brushed her lower stomach and his tongue traced her bellybutton. “Burn the bras too.”
“Anything,” Ellie moaned, ablaze with passion. She’d missed his touch so much she already hurt to come though he’d barely started. She moaned. “I love your thumb and the way you torment me.”
Fury inched lower, his mouth sweeping over the material bunched over her h*ps to find skin again. He pushed her thighs apart wider. Fury growled and then lowered his face. Ellie clawed at the bedding and moaned his name, arching into his mouth when he licked her pu**y.
“I missed your taste,” he rasped. “I’m addicted to you.”
His tongue wiggled, found the exact spot that drove her mindless, and she moaned to let him know how amazing it felt. He pressed tighter against her, keeping the flat of his tongue there to rub back and forth over her clit.
“Fury,” she moaned.
“I said ‘stop’, damn it!” Tiger yelled.
The bedroom door flew open. Fury’s head jerked up but his fist grabbed hold of the material bunched at her waist to yank Ellie’s skirt down enough to fill the space between his chin and her body to hide the view of her exposed pu**y. Confused and in a daze, Ellie twisted her head. A woman and Tiger jerked to a halt just inside the door. The woman stood open-mouthed in shock. Tiger laughed before he spun around to present his back.
“I tried to stop her.” Tiger chuckled. “Sorry, Fury. Sorry, Ellie. This is the home-healthcare nurse.”
Fury growled. Ellie frantically pushed at her skirt to lower it down her legs more but Fury’s body prevented her from managing it. She wiggled away from Fury’s shoulders until she could sit up all the way. Her gaze ran down Fury’s body, sprawled on his stomach over the bed. Most of the sheet had twisted across his h*ps covering his ass, barely. Ellie then looked at the twenty-something brunette nurse who gawked at both of them. The nurse snapped her mouth closed but then it opened again just as quickly.
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” the woman preached. “Mr. Fury, you’re going to open your wounds. Ms. Brower, shame on you!”
“Get out,” Fury growled. He grabbed Ellie’s ankle when she tried to climb off the bed. “Now.”
The nurse had a pretty face but her expression was stern at the moment. “I will not. It’s a good thing I got here when I did.”
“I don’t think they agree with you,” Tiger snorted with a laugh. “I think you have really bad timing. Right, Fury and Ellie?”
“Get her out of here,” Fury demanded.
“I can’t.” Tiger turned back around and shrugged. “She’s your nurse. She’s going to be living here for the next week. That was the condition Justice set, since Ellie is gone every day, at work. You agreed so you could come home early to recover with Ellie. Sorry, Fury. It’s out of my hands.”
He threw his head back and shouted her name as she milked him of every drop of se**n. Ellie smiled as she continued touching his oversensitive flesh until Fury grabbed her hands to make her stop.
Ellie kissed Fury on his lips. Her tongue teased his bottom lip. He groaned her name as his hands reached for her br**sts.
“Do you feel better? More relaxed?”
He growled in response.
Ellie pulled away from his exploring hands to clean him up with the towel and threw it toward the bathroom. She put a little distance between them. Fury’s gaze locked with hers.
“I want you,” he growled.
Ellie squealed in surprise when Fury lunged suddenly, grabbed her arm and gave her a hard yank that sent her sprawling on top of the bed. Her back hit the mattress and Fury came down over her to cage her to the bed under him. Ellie stared up at him.
“You’re going to open up your wounds, Fury.”
“I won’t.” He reached down to grab hold of Ellie’s skirt, fisting it with his hand. He pulled hard to jerk the material up Ellie’s body to her waist.
“Fury, stop.”
His dark gaze met hers. “I’m still having lunch. You’re on the menu.”
Desire seeped right through to Ellie’s bones. “But your stitches”
“I’ll be careful not to pull on them.” He smiled. “I’ll keep to the high ground so I don’t move much. What is that you call it? Your button? I’m in the mood to lick a button, Ellie.”
“I should say no but I can’t,” Ellie rasped, her entire body coming alive with the promise of what he wanted to do. She pressed against Fury’s hand as he wiggled his fingers into the edge of her panties. He hooked the center section of them and yanked hard. He threw the torn material away from the bed.
“You know you should stop wearing those things,” he growled. “They just annoy me.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “No argument?”
She shook her head. Fury’s fingers massaged her clit, teasing her, and driving her passion higher. He shifted lower on her body. She opened her thighs wider so he could settle between them. “I’ll burn all of them if it makes you happy as long as you don’t stop touching me.”
“Burn them,” he urged softly, sliding down the bed even lower over Ellie. He used his free hand and jerked her shirt up to her br**sts. His mouth brushed her lower stomach and his tongue traced her bellybutton. “Burn the bras too.”
“Anything,” Ellie moaned, ablaze with passion. She’d missed his touch so much she already hurt to come though he’d barely started. She moaned. “I love your thumb and the way you torment me.”
Fury inched lower, his mouth sweeping over the material bunched over her h*ps to find skin again. He pushed her thighs apart wider. Fury growled and then lowered his face. Ellie clawed at the bedding and moaned his name, arching into his mouth when he licked her pu**y.
“I missed your taste,” he rasped. “I’m addicted to you.”
His tongue wiggled, found the exact spot that drove her mindless, and she moaned to let him know how amazing it felt. He pressed tighter against her, keeping the flat of his tongue there to rub back and forth over her clit.
“Fury,” she moaned.
“I said ‘stop’, damn it!” Tiger yelled.
The bedroom door flew open. Fury’s head jerked up but his fist grabbed hold of the material bunched at her waist to yank Ellie’s skirt down enough to fill the space between his chin and her body to hide the view of her exposed pu**y. Confused and in a daze, Ellie twisted her head. A woman and Tiger jerked to a halt just inside the door. The woman stood open-mouthed in shock. Tiger laughed before he spun around to present his back.
“I tried to stop her.” Tiger chuckled. “Sorry, Fury. Sorry, Ellie. This is the home-healthcare nurse.”
Fury growled. Ellie frantically pushed at her skirt to lower it down her legs more but Fury’s body prevented her from managing it. She wiggled away from Fury’s shoulders until she could sit up all the way. Her gaze ran down Fury’s body, sprawled on his stomach over the bed. Most of the sheet had twisted across his h*ps covering his ass, barely. Ellie then looked at the twenty-something brunette nurse who gawked at both of them. The nurse snapped her mouth closed but then it opened again just as quickly.
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” the woman preached. “Mr. Fury, you’re going to open your wounds. Ms. Brower, shame on you!”
“Get out,” Fury growled. He grabbed Ellie’s ankle when she tried to climb off the bed. “Now.”
The nurse had a pretty face but her expression was stern at the moment. “I will not. It’s a good thing I got here when I did.”
“I don’t think they agree with you,” Tiger snorted with a laugh. “I think you have really bad timing. Right, Fury and Ellie?”
“Get her out of here,” Fury demanded.
“I can’t.” Tiger turned back around and shrugged. “She’s your nurse. She’s going to be living here for the next week. That was the condition Justice set, since Ellie is gone every day, at work. You agreed so you could come home early to recover with Ellie. Sorry, Fury. It’s out of my hands.”
