Come Home Bad Boy (19 page)

In the doorway I was faced by the outline of his figure. His mass blocked the hall lighting, it shielded his face in a shadow. I could feel my breathing getting heavier before Owen even stepped into the room.

Here we go.
My legs trembled like they were cold. I sat up straight and crossed one ankle over the other, hoping it would ease the shaking.

His face gleamed under the florescent lights of the ceiling as he entered. The aura he emitted over took me. Our eyes locked on each other, Owen's appeared brighter than I remembered. The hair that usually draped across his forehead had been combed back tightly.

Wow, he looks refreshed. Not as worn as I expected.

There were two guards with him today.

Huh, that's strange, normally there's only one. I bet it's because they see him as a threat now. Or maybe they just want him to feel even more powerless in their grasp.

His eyes were fixated on me as the larger guard secured his thick wrists in their place at the table, the other fastening his ankles to the floor.

A smile tried to spread across my face. I used all my effort to keep my lips retracted. An outpouring of butterflies filled my stomach.
Look away. Just look at something else, don't get pulled into him.
I quickly glanced down and brushed my hair behind my ear.

The two guards turned and walked towards the door, but only one of them exited.

The other remained.

“Thank you, I'm all set here,” I said. I didn't understand why he was standing inside, positioned like a soldier at the gate of a castle.

He glanced my way. “I was told by Warden Lynch to keep an eye on the prisoner, I'm supposed to stand in today.”

What the hell is the warden doing? Is he trying to screw up his therapy? Having that guy in here won't work. I'm done letting Lynch try to rule every aspect of this place. Out there they were his. In here, they are mine.

“First, the prisoner has a name, it's Owen, and no. That's not how this works. I have patient doctor confidentiality. You can't be here.”

“I have orders to...”

My eyes narrowed as I cut him off. “I don't care what you have, you need to leave. If Warden Lynch has a problem with that then he can come talk to me.” I couldn't do my job if I had another set of ears in the room.

I'm done biting my tongue. I'm sick of the warden trying to snake his control into my office. Enough is enough.

I never would have stood for this at my old job. I was done playing nice.

Regardless of Owen's reason for being here, despite the fact he was killer, he was
my patient
. I was committed to that first and foremost.

A deep chuckle filled the room. I glanced over to find Owen laughing while shooing the man out with his hands.

The guard stood, dumb founded; he didn't know what to do. I walked over to the door and opened it. “Go, I don't need you here.”

He was hesitant at first, but he stepped into the hall. I closed the door and for the first time locked the emergency latch. It was there for my safety if there was ever an issue inside the prison.

It was necessary for our meeting today. I had no idea if the warden would try to send any guards back in, or end the session because I'd defied him.

I didn't care, I had a job to do.

My heart beat rapidly inside my chest. I couldn't slow it down. I knew Owen was watching me, his eyes following each stride I took. I loved the rush he gave me. This was exactly what I had wanted.

“Long time no see,” he said, winking. It was his calling card, that single flirtatious wink.

I smiled and looked down towards the floor, my cheeks flushing with warmth. “Yeah, it's been a while, huh?”

I had trouble meeting his eyes, I didn't want to show my excitement. I cleared my throat and adjusted my blouse while I walked back to my seat. I tried to focus, bring myself back into therapy mode.

“Nice.” His head cocked back as he let out a slight laugh.

“What?” I asked.

He gestured towards the door with one finger. “That, kicking his ass out. Good move.”

“Well, I need to be able to work. Did you want him in here? His big ears listening to us?” My eyes rolled exaggeratedly.

“That depends.” His smile broadened as he relaxed back into the chair, his eyes engulfing me.

“Depends on what?” My brows lifted with curiosity.

“Our conversation, do you want him to hear about how much you missed me?” he said as he leaned, his chest meeting the table's edge.

He's teasing me, he has to be teasing me.
I tried not to show the surprise on my face. I couldn't believe he'd said that. I knew that
I
had wanted to see him, but how could he know?

He's trying to manipulate me.

I smiled made myself laugh. “Alright, obviously the hole has gone to your head. How have things been since you came back to the light?” I wanted to humor him some, but also try to keep this on track.

“Things don't change around here. It's the same as before. Some walls, barred doors, assholes floating everywhere. The usual.” Owen shrugged his shoulders, his lip arched up on one side.

“But it won't be that way for much longer, so long as you don't do anything stupid to jeopardize it again.” I wanted to see how he reacted to this. I knew what I had witnessed but I wanted to hear it from him.

“No worries about that. I'm getting out of here. No more fighting, scouts honor.” He raised three fingers on his right hand as he laughed under his breath. “I was never really a boy scout, but I'm sure you figured that.”

“Yeah, I didn't see that in your file.” My lips formed a partial smile. “You want to tell me what happened?”

“Not really, it's done. Time was served in the hole and now it's over.” His arms crossed across his chest as he leaned back.

My nose wrinkled in frustration. “I get that, but what happened?”
Come on! Stop avoiding my questions!
I was getting annoyed that he kept talking around what I had asked. “You know, I saw the whole thing.” I hoped this would jostle him a bit. He wouldn't be able to gloss over any details.

His eyes grew with wonder. He had no idea I had watched the whole thing unfold before me. Sitting in silence for a moment, Owen's head hung down towards the table. “What, did they show you the surveillance tape or something?”

“No, I was walking by, I saw what you did. I tried to talk to the warden about it.”

“And? What do you want me to say?” His tone was low while his mouth remained tight. He held his hands up as if to say, 'You caught me
.'

He doesn't want to explain why. I'm basically saying I know he didn't do anything wrong, so why isn't he excited about that? He should be reeling to fill me in on what was said and why he stepped in.

“Why did you put yourself in the middle of that? You had to know where it would land you. That it could impact your hearing.” My hand fell down on the table. I wanted an explanation.

Owen's eye brows shifted up, his forehead wrinkled. “Sometimes you just have to take a stand.” He paused briefly. “Like you did earlier with the guard. Which I'm not going to lie, that was hot.” A crooked smile emerged over his hard jaw.

I couldn't stop my lips from turning upwards.
Hot? I took charge, I had to. He's right, sometimes it is necessary. It's not always a bad thing to disobey the rules.

Sometimes they need to be broken.

I still wanted an answer from him. “You helped that prisoner, you didn't have to, but you chose to. Tell me why.”

“It
doesn't
matter why. I just did.” His hands closed into fists as he spoke through gritted teeth.

He's getting pissed. I don't want him angry, I  just want him to keep talking.
I ran my hand through my hair, unsure how to guide this conversation in a better direction. “Alright, well, was being in solitary for him worth it? Was risking your freedom worth it?” I asked.

“Why does it matter? I'm not going to do it again. Though, since it gets me longer sessions with you, I might consider it.” He brought the dark centers of his eyes my way. I could see them follow the outline of my face, then move down the exposed part of my neckline to my chest.

An automatic sensation of tingles flowed through my body. I wanted him to keep looking at me, but I knew it was wrong. I adjusted my collar to try and draw his eyes back to mine.
No. I can't be feeling this way. Stop it, it's not right.

I had noticed his hand was wrapped in a white bandage. It went from his knuckles down to his wrist. His fingers were slightly swollen.

“How did you do that? The fight?” I pointed towards the injury.

“Nah, a wall got in my way.” He lifted his hand up and wiggled his fingers. “It still works fine, want me to show you? I can give one hell of a massage.”

I wanted to yell yes to him. I wanted him to touch me so badly. The idea of his hands running over my skin made me wet.

Stop! I need to stay professional. But I want him to touch me. I want to have his hands all over me. To just reach over and grab me, pull me in close. I want to be wrapped up in his arms.

No. I can't think like this.

He whispered, “I absolutely will, if you like. It would be my pleasure, you look like you could use one, anyway.”

I had been silent for longer than I realized. My mind wandered into the dark side of my desire. I didn't know what to say. A piece of me wanted to just straddle him, not say a word, and to feel his lips pressed against mine.

I should end this, I can't be thinking this way. It's dangerous, I can lose my job, my license. I have to end it now, this is too tempting. I've never felt this way towards a patient. It's too much to continue.

“Owen, I'm sorry, we need to stop this here.” I stood briskly and took a step towards the door. “We should just pick up next week. Your parole hearing is next Friday, we can meet one more time before then. I'll set it up with the warden—” I didn't get one more step past the table before his left hand circled around my wrist.

He pulled me in towards him, our eyes locking on each other. Not a word was uttered between us, he wrapped his arm around my waist.
I'm so close to him, I can smell his scent. His hand is warmer and softer than I expected.

Oh god, I've wanted this so badly.

I knew it was wrong, that I should pull away, but I didn't want to stop him.

His body shifted slightly in his chair, he was still restrained by the chains. My stomach filled with knots, my arms hung lifeless, unsure of what to do.

Without clear thought I stepped over the chain that divided our bodies. I broke the barrier that shielded us.

I stood between him and the table, our gaze fixated on each other. His right hand slid from below my knee and up my thigh. Firmly, he grabbed my ass then proceeded up. He continued to follow the curves of my body over my hips. A finger traced the outline of my breast and stopped at my neck.

Keep going, don't stop.

I became malleable in his hands. I wanted this more than I had realized. It felt right, a desire worth fulfilling. I couldn't stop myself anymore.

His forearms were strong, I could see the detail of his tattoos; a colorful image of a large grandfather clock with elegant curved edges across the top, the gold in the hands appeared to glimmer under the light. There was script that wrapped around the sides and across the front that read, “Time heals everything.” It was beautiful.

I continued to touch his muscular arms, my fingers gripped them firmly as our breathing became heavier. He stared into my eyes while his hand stretched as far as it could go with the chains.

With force he entangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me down onto his lap. Our foreheads touched while neither of us released a blink.

The intensity of his stare sent goosebumps across my skin. His hand rested around my waist, the other gripped my hair tighter, pulling our faces closer together. The warmth of his breath spread across my cheeks.

My heart raced as his lips parted, not saying a single word.

His eyes and hands say enough. I know what he wants.

And I know what I need.

My skirt rose to the point were my panties became just visible to his sight. My legs straddled his as he pushed his hips closer towards me. I could feel the bulge beneath his prison suit push against my pussy.

He broke the silence with a hushed whisper. “Kiss me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips firmly against his. Our tongues intertwined wildly, stroking each other. A wave of electricity jolted through my body.

I'd wanted to feel him for so long, the sexual desire rushed over me.
How long has it been since he's had a real woman? He's holding me so tightly, I don't want him to let go.

My panties became soaked as he gently rocked his lower body against mine. He pushed firmly under my chin to tilt my head back while he drew kisses down my throat. When his lips reached my collar bone he bit down gently. I was overcome by a sensation I had never felt before; a soft moan escaped me.

The guards. They're probably right outside the door. I want to moan loudly, yell for him to fuck me. But I can't.
The need to be silent made the lust feel so much stronger.

My pussy dripped for him as my hips swayed back and forth against his enlarged cock. Even against the outside of his clothing, his hard shaft spread my lips apart. The extreme wetness dampened the orange fabric between us.

Owen lifted his arms up and tore my blouse open. He gripped my breasts in his hands, squeezed them firmly as he pressed his face between them. His prick grew harder beneath his clothes.

I wanted him, I needed to feel all of him deep inside me. I couldn't stop the animalistic behavior. My hand lowered to feel his erection, gently my fingers ran over it. It was as muscular as the rest of him. I could feel the outline of the tip as I reached the end.

I unbuttoned the lower part of his jumpsuit, exposing the flesh I yearned for. I gripped his pulsing, swollen shaft tightly in my hand and started to stroke it. Softly I raised my hand up and down, picking up the pace as his head went back and he moaned with ecstasy.