“Why the hell was there a snake in the car?” Julian hated the way his voice rose, but something was building inside him, something nasty and dark.
“Finn had a backpack in the floorboard of his car. He told the doc he’d had it with him out at Dani’s earlier today. He set it down on the ground while he waited for her. I guess the damn thing crawled in. Sometime later, it slithered out and decided the front seat would make a nice place to nest. It’s a bit unusual, but that’s the only explanation I can come up with. He’s going to be fine, Julian. There’s nothing to worry about at this point. Why don’t you sit down? Or I could have Sam drive you back to the ranch.”
“I’m not going back to the fucking ranch. And I don’t need to sit down,” Julian said, a low growl in his throat.
A startled look flashed across Jackson’s face before he nodded and took a step back. “All right, you need to be alone. I understand that. I’ll take care of the paperwork. You just relax. I’ll come and get you if anything changes.”
Julian checked himself as Jackson walked away. It wasn’t Jackson’s fault he felt so helpless. Julian sat down briefly, but stood again, the urge to pace overwhelming. He hated hospitals.
Jackson could have no idea what being in a hospital did to him. He couldn’t know that it made him feel like he was a child again. Julian’s hands clenched at the feeling. He could still remember the smell of antiseptic and the chaos going on all around him. He could still feel the cold linoleum under his feet as he went looking for his mother.
Memory tugged at his consciousness, pulling him along, though it wasn’t a place he wanted to go to. He’d been so young. Only a child. He’d fallen asleep as his father drove them home. The insistent thud of the car rolling along had lulled him into peace. The wicked roar of the SUV tearing into the Benz had been the sound to awaken him. He didn’t remember the accident, only the red and blue lights, and flashes of big hands pulling him out of the wreckage. It was mostly a jumble from there. He’d ridden in an ambulance, but not the one that had taken his parents. The fear of being alone and vulnerable was still stark in his mind, but the feel of the slick floor under his feet was the physical sensation that haunted him. After the nurse had checked him out, he’d been left alone when another emergency called her attention away. He’d needed his mother. He’d walked through the loud ER, tears rolling down his cheeks, calling out for her. He’d just wanted to see his mother.
He’d wandered through the maze of identical rooms, with pained strangers in each, until he’d pulled back the right curtain, and he’d found her. She lay on a bed just like the one the nurse had put the six-year-old Julian on. Her dark hair lay on the pillow just like it did on the mornings when Julian would bound into his parents’ room and bounce on the bed until they laughed and tickled him senseless. Julian had sighed his relief and touched her hand. Cold. Why was she so cold? He remembered rubbing her hands in between his, trying to get her warm.
They’d found him there, his arms wrapped around his mother’s neck. It had been hours and hours before Child Protective Services took him away. Longer before his uncle had finally come to claim him.
“Julian?”
Julian was startled out of his memory by Danielle’s soft voice. She looked tired, her face scrubbed clean and hair pulled back. There was a gaunt look in her eyes that was quickly replaced with compassion as she looked him over. She didn’t say anything, merely walked into his arms and wrapped herself around him. The feel of her, the smell of her, overtook him, and Julian needed. He needed so badly. He twisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back. He took her mouth with not an ounce of finesse. He shoved his tongue in, needing so badly to dominate her. More than his need to dominate, he needed her to submit. He needed her trust.
She softened against him. Her mouth opened, and her tongue slid in velvety softness against his own. Her nipples were suddenly hard little nubs against his chest, and she wiggled against him as though attempting to lose herself, to merge with him.
Julian couldn’t wait. He dragged his head from hers and looked around. It was very late, and even in a busy hospital, the halls were fairly empty at three in the morning. He needed someplace private. Bathroom. Julian saw the sign not ten feet away. He dragged Danielle with him, a savage need roiling in his cock, in his chest. He slammed the door open, shoved her in, and locked it. It was a single bathroom, luckily recently cleaned, but it wouldn’t have mattered. He would have taken her anyway.
“Pants off, Danielle. Present yourself to me.” The words came out harsh, harsher than he’d intended, but Danielle simply obeyed.
Her face was flushed, as though she needed this every bit as badly as he did. She made quick work of her clothes, shoving the jeans off her hips, dragging the panties with them. Her pretty cunt came into view, and Julian’s cock responded, engorging with blood, need. She tossed her shirt and the bra he’d made her wear off. She gave him the sweetest smile before turning and placing her hands on the sink. She spread her legs and flattened her back. Julian’s mouth watered at the sight of her curvy ass in the air, waiting for him. She was spread for him, trusting him. He wanted more.
“Poor thing,” Julian said, allowing his hand to trace the seam of her ass down to the plug he’d forgotten about. She’d worn it for hours without complaint. “You should have mentioned this, Danielle. I would have taken it out.”
“I’m used to it now, Sir. I pretended it was you. I pretended it was your cock. You were with me.”
“Always, Danielle.” The words were foreign, but felt so right.
He shoved his pants down, freeing his cock. Without another thought, he lined his cock up to her soft pussy and shoved his way in. He loved looking at her in the mirror. The way her mouth came open and her eyes widened as she took his cock made him feel victorious. All the worry and stress faded away as he stroked into Danielle. He let his hands wander up to find her swaying breasts. He stroked into her, forcing himself in an inch at a time as he toyed with her nipples, pinching and rubbing. She pushed back against him, taking him all the way to his balls. He twisted her nipples savagely. Danielle moaned, but held herself still.
“No, Danielle. I’m in charge. You keep your head up. Look at your Master in the mirror. Give me your orgasm.”
Her head came up. Her brilliant blue eyes met his in the mirror. She was open, open to the sex, open to the experience, open to him.
Julian gripped her waist and slammed in all the way to his balls. Danielle groaned, and her slick cunt pulsed around him. She was so tight. The plug felt good and hard, bearing down on his cock. He imagined it was Finn there. Like Danielle had said, with them, always.
Julian gave up. He gave in. He pounded his cock into her, his finger trailing down to find her clit. He watched Danielle’s beautiful face in the mirror as he slid over her engorged clitoris. He fucked in and out of her cunt, the delicious feeling invading his bones. He felt the start of his orgasm as a tingle up and down his spine. His balls felt heavy and tight. He pinched down on her clit and felt Danielle clamp down as she came. Her face flushed furiously as she contorted in the sweetest agony imaginable. Julian couldn’t wait. He joined her, the cum spurting in jets out of his body. He slammed in and held himself tight against her, gritting his teeth against the sensation of coming deep inside Danielle without anything between them.
Dear God, he’d taken her without a condom. The revelation sped through him, but all he could do was pull her up, sliding his hands to cup her breasts. He could see the cum glistening on her pussy lips and he couldn’t work up the will to see it as a bad thing. She was his. She was supposed to take his cum. She was supposed to be filled with him.