Nobody's Hero (4 page)

Oh, don’t go there, Kitty.

She hadn’t reverted to her high-school
nickname in awhile. Must be because Cassie was here and still
called her that. Karla looked longingly at the large bed. Surely
Adam wouldn’t mind if she lay down on this side. There easily was
room for three people in the bed. She was exhausted and hadn’t been
able to sleep more than in small snatches since the attack.

Karla lifted the sheet and blanket and
crawled between the sheets. Heaven. Funny how a bed could make such
a difference in the ability to relax. Knowing Adam slept peacefully
beside her and was on the mend, reminded her that her time here was
limited. She would take what she could get. If this would be the
only time she “slept” with Adam, then so be it.

The thought that he didn’t want her in his
house or club anymore and had said as much at the hospital caused
an ache in her chest. He hadn’t mentioned it again since they’d
brought him home—and she certainly didn’t bring it up—but she
wouldn’t continue to live with him as she had been. Wanting,
needing, but having him ignore her. The pain of having him so near
and not being able to touch him, to love him, was more than she
could bear.

Except for tonight. Even though he slept
beside her, they still couldn’t embrace him. But she could pretend.
They looked like any married couple sleeping side by side after
many years together. Not touching, but still irrevocably connected.
Tonight, she felt closer to Adam than ever.

At last, the sleep that had eluded her since
Adam was injured beckoned. She surrendered...

Adam’s hard body nestled against her
backside, his arm curled around her waist with his firm hand
cupping her breast. She’d had erotic dreams of Adam before and gave
in to this one, snuggling against him. His erection—larger than
she’d dreamed it in the past—pressed against her ass. The hand on
her breast stirred and his finger and thumb rolled her nipple,
causing her hips to jerk back against his hard penis.

Karla gasped. Too real. Her eyes flew open to
find herself in near darkness, but she came fully awake in an
instant. This was no dream.

More like a dream come true.

Adam!

He continued to play with her nipple, teasing
it to the point of pain, sending jolts of electricity to her girly
bits. She held her breath, not wanting to wake him. Not wanting to
stop him.

Touch me.

His hand left her breast and roamed across
her abdomen. Oh, dear Lord, had he heard her silent plea? Or had
she spoken the plaintive words aloud? She raised her leg, tenting
the covers, giving him easier access. Usually she slept in the
nude, but the thigh-length t-shirt had been her concession to
decency while watching over Adam. She wore no panties and knew she
was seconds away from having Adam’s fingers on her…

Touch me there, Adam.

His hand continued to glide down her body,
over her hips, onto her bare thigh, then he stopped.
No! Not
yet!
He stroked her inner thigh and pulled her legs even more
open, then his hand moved upward. Her heart pounded in her
ears.

Oh, yes, love. There.

If he stopped now, she’d surely die. She
licked her lips, which had gone dry. She realized she’d been
panting like a dog in heat.
Oh, dear Lord
. She should wake
him. This wasn’t right. He didn’t even know he was with her. He
could be dreaming of Joni.

No. She wouldn’t think about Joni now. Joni
was dead. Joni couldn’t give Adam what he needed anymore.

But would Karla stop him, even if she wanted
to? She needed his hands on her so badly. Had craved this moment
for so many years. When his finger slid over her clit, she gasped.
So sensitive. The little nubbin went into spasms. She’d touched
herself there before with her fingers and her vibrator, but no one
else had ever done so. What a difference—not knowing how he would
caress her, where, when, how much pressure.

His finger delved between her curly folds and
pressed against her pussy’s very wet opening. He entered her,
filling her tight hole, but didn’t go far before he pulled out
again and returned to touching her clit. She’d dreamed of having
Adam touch her like this for so long. Now he was doing just what
she wanted. She’d always known one day he would make love to
her.

But not like this.

She had to wake him. Whether he was in a deep
sleep or under the influence of the pain killers, it was wrong to
take advantage of him like this. She scooted onto her back to face
him and he nuzzled her neck, his whiskers scratching against the
tender skin there. Her clit throbbed against his finger.

“Oh, God, Karla. Now you’ve invaded my
fucking dreams.”

Karla?
He’d said her name! Adam was
dreaming about
her
. Not Joni. A feeling of euphoria spread
through her that felt like the one she felt when she hit a
particularly high note with perfect pitch. She relaxed and smiled,
wrapping her arms around his neck. His finger continued to stroke
her clit, and she rocked against his hand, moaning.

Don’t stop, Adam
.

Her heartbeat sent a delicious throbbing to
her clit.
More
. Oh, dear Lord, she wanted so much more of
him. As if he heard her, he raised his body, groaning in pain. Marc
had said he should avoid strenuous activity. Oh, God. How strenuous
was too strenuous?

All lucid thought vanished as his body
hovered over her, his finger inside her. Instead, she thought about
whether she should stroke him; how she should move. With tentative
fingers, she stroked his bulging, corded biceps, shivering at the
raw power there, despite his having been weakened from the cougar
attack.

“So wet,” his voice rasped.

His finger entered her again. Then another
finger.
Oh, God, yes
. She bucked her hips up against
him.

“I can’t wait, kitten. I promise I’ll go
slower next time.”

Kitten
. The endearment melted her into
a pool of Jell-O.

He pushed his sweatpants off his hips,
releasing his penis. His very hot, hard penis which now pressed
against her pussy. He rubbed the tip against her cleft, from her
vagina to her clit, again and again.
Oh, yes
. At last, he
was pressing against her pussy, pushing himself inside, slowly
filling her. Her hips bucked up toward him, taking him deeper.

“So fucking tight.”

His finger stroked her clit and she moaned as
waves of sensation spread through her. She felt as if she would fly
off the bed.

“Yes, Adam. Don’t stop.” His finger moved
faster. “Oh, God!” She moved her hands up to stroke Adam’s chest.
His pecs felt like steel. “Oh, please, don’t stop!” Her hips began
to buck even harder, against his finger, his penis.

“Come for me, kitten.”

His finger against her clit stroked faster,
sending waves of electricity throughout her pelvis. “Yes. Oh, Adam,
yesss!” She found herself just on the edge of a precipice, hovering
above the unknown.
Step off. Fly
. Her breathing stopped.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh!” So close. She wrapped her arms tighter around his
neck, pulling him down to kiss her. With a groan, he rammed his
penis fully inside her.

Her scream of pain filled his mouth and
brought his body to a halt. The unanticipated pain registered in
her mind a half-second later. Tears stung her eyes. She’d read
about the breaking of a woman’s hymen and how much it was supposed
to hurt, but she’d had no idea. Luckily, just as quickly as the
pain had come, it receded.

“No fucking way.”

The physical pain was replaced by an ache
even more hurtful. Adam’s remorse. She opened her eyes to look up
at him and found Adam staring down at her in disbelief as
realization dawned.

She whimpered. She wanted. She needed.

“Adam, I saved myself for you. I wanted only
you. Please don’t pull away from me now.”

The look of torture and remorse on his face
hurt exponentially more than the hurt she’d felt a moment ago.
“What have I done, Karla?”

“Nothing I didn’t want you to do.” She
reached up and stroked the planes of his beautiful face. “I wanted
you to make love to me more than anything, Adam.”

But not as much as I want you to love
me.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire
life.” She tilted her hips, wincing at the residual tenderness, but
she wanted Adam to finish what he’d started, damn it. “Please,
don’t leave me like this.”

Please don’t leave me—ever.

With a groan, he lowered his forehead to
hers, gasping for air from his earlier exertions. Then his hips
began to move as he pulled out of her.
No, Adam!
She
clenched her vagina around his penis, not wanting to let him go.
When he thrust back inside her, it caused some discomfort, but she
controlled her facial expression, not wanting to reveal any
negative emotion for fear he would stop. Oh, she didn't want him to
stop. She smiled, then gasped and held on when his finger stroked
the bundle of nerves that had become even more sensitive than
before. She tried to evade his finger.

“Stop. It’ll be better for you this way.”

Trusting him, she spread her legs open wider
and wrapped them around his waist, resting her heels at the small
of his back, hoping she’d avoided the places where he’d been mauled
by the cougar. He pulled out and rammed himself inside her even
deeper, forcing the air from her lungs. So full.

“Oh, yes!”

At her cry, his movements increased. The
feeling of oneness with him was unexpected. Her Adam, at last
making love to her. She raised her hips to meet him, stroke for
stroke. His finger slid along the side of her clit, not quite
touching it directly now, matching the movements of his hips.
Pressure built up inside her again, but even more intense than the
last time. As he continued to thrust in and out, his finger touched
her clit and she climbed toward the precipice again.

“Oh, Adam! Please don’t stop!”

“As if I could.” His voice was raspy with
sleep, or perhaps the drugs. But he knew it was Karla he made love
with. She smiled.

His strokes increased again. Hips. Finger.
Penis.

“Come with me.”

His finger applied direct, rapid pressure
against her clit. “Yes! Oh, Adam! Yesssss! Oh, God, yesss!” She
hurtled over the precipice as her insides exploded. Her hips
convulsed against him and her pussy clamped onto his throbbing
penis as he spurted inside her. She screamed her final release.

Adam grunted as he pumped inside her. “God,
yes, Karla!” Then he stopped abruptly, his breathing labored as he
recovered from the exertion, the first real exercise he’d had since
before the attack. “Aw, fuck.”

Aw, yes, Adam. A great fuck.

“Tell me you’re on birth control.”

What? Her mind was still floating back to
earth from the experience and he wanted to talk about
contraception? “Birth control?”

He looked down at her, worry and regret in
his eyes. She didn’t want him to regret anything about this
beautiful moment. But she had to be honest. “I’m sorry…No, I’m
not.”
Not sorry in the least.
If a baby came as a result of
what they’d just done, then it would be the most precious gift
anyone had ever given her. Even if Adam didn’t want it—or her—she
would love his baby for the rest of her life.

He rolled off her, the friction of his penis
pulling out of her causing her to wince again. When he covered his
eyes with the crook of his elbow, a tear slid from the corner of
her eye and she brushed it away before he could see it. He already
regretted what they’d done together. She needed to get away from
him before she started crying—or decked him. Karla swung her legs
over the side of the bed.

“I’m sorry, Karla. I never wanted that to
happen.”

He doesn’t want me
. Reeling from his
rejection, she stood up and ran to her bedroom, feeling a sticky
wetness between her thighs. First, a shower. But she wouldn’t be
able to wash away the feeling of dirtiness his callousness had made
her feel.

No!

No way would she let Adam’s feelings of
regret, guilt, and remorse taint the beauty of what they’d just
experienced. His lovemaking had been the most wonderful thing to
happen in her life. Even better than anything she’d fantasized
about all these years. She would hold onto the memory of this night
forever.

* * *

Jesus Fucking Christ, what had he
done?
A virgin. He’d had an inkling she was one, because she’d
never spoken or written about any men in her life. He’d avoided her
for months, because he sure as hell had had no intention of finding
out. Not with his god-damned dick, anyway.

Not like this.

She was young enough to be his daughter.
Shit, she’d come to him for comfort and now he’d taken advantage of
her. What the fuck was he going to do if she got pregnant? He
wasn’t worried about STDs. He was always so damned careful—well,
until tonight—and she’d obviously never had sex with a man before.
God damn it
. What
if
she got pregnant? No matter what
she would choose to do about a baby, it would change her life
forever.

Not to mention his.

God damn it. What had just happened in here?
He’d finally started to regain some strength, most likely from the
crunches he’d been doing when Marc and Karla weren’t around
scolding him like a child. But he’d overdone it yesterday and had
to take one of those damned pain pills. Clearly, he’d been out of
it—well, until he was into it.
Into her
. He’d regained his
faculties PDQ, but it was already too late.

Why the fuck hadn’t he trusted his gut last
July and defied Damián when he’d insisted on hiring her after her
audition? He should have sent her home to Chicago immediately. No,
instead, he’d let Damián hire her to sing at their BDSM/kink club
instead. Hell, he’d even done a rope bondage demonstration on her
at Marc’s house a couple days before the cougar attack.