Page 14 of Bound For You

When the girl gets within a few feet of me, Avery finally exits the building. I smile when she notices me, and a huge grin appears on her face. She starts to jog down the stairs, and I stand up straight. The girl in my space smirks, thinking I’m straightening for her, and starts to come a little closer, obviously hoping I’ll meet her halfway. The joke’s on her, though, because as soon as Avery is close, she drops her bag and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her lips descend to mine, as I catch her with ease, wrapping my arm around her, and my hand around her neck, kissing her back.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

I slow down the kiss, and she presses her forehead against mine, closing her eyes. She takes in a deep breath, and I smile; she’s taking my scent into her lungs. I love that it’s her comfort. She’s done it a couple of times the past few months, and I love it; she’s mine.

I hear a huff and Avery opens her eyes and looks over at the girl. She smiles shyly at her.

“Hey, Melanie, everything okay?” I keep my eyes on my girl, amazed at how nice she is.

I hear the girl Melanie clear her throat. “Hey, yeah, Avery, I was just about to see who this guy was waiting for, or if he was lost.”

I roll my eyes. Bullshit. How the fuck is she in med school? She acts like she’s still in high school.

I shake my head and squeeze my girl to get her attention and rasp, “What do you say we go for one of our walks, get some food? I need some Avery time; I missed my girl.” She smiles at me, and I look at her, amazed at the littlest things that make this girl happy. She nods, and drops her legs. I pout a little, loving the feel of her wrapped around me too much to want to let her go. She giggles at me, and I smile.

She turns back to the girl, and I sigh.

“Melanie, this is Sergi?—”

I cut in, “Her boyfriend.” Melanie pales, then looks at Avery, then me, clearly not happy. I shake my head. “Come on,dragotsennyy, let’s get going, I needustime.” She nods and waves bye to the girl, and I help her into the passenger side of the car.

As I round the car to get to the driver’s side, the girl speaks, “Her? Really?”

I look at her and sneer, “Always her.”

I get in the car, leaving her staring at me in shock. What did she think I’d say? I shake my head, grab Avery’s hand, and startthe car. I look over to my woman. “I thought this was a medical school not Barbies ‘r’ Us.” She snorts, then laughs her ass off, making me smile as I drive away from the building, heading to the Hamptons to spend the afternoon with my girl.

We spend a good two hours walking along the beach and having some food, spending some quality time together. We head back to the city, to midtown, where I fucking hate,hate, that she lives. It’s one of the worst places in New York, but she’s stubborn and refuses to move.

I pull up to her building and do what I have done every time I’ve brought her home; I get out and go open her door, helping her out of the car, and lead her into her apartment building. Me being here is a statement; some of our guys work these streets, which means they know she’s off-limits.

Once we get to her door, she unlocks it, and I pull her in close to me, placing one hand at the nape of her neck and the other on the lower back to keep her body close.

I whisper, “I missed you,dragotsennyy. We can’t go that long without seeing each other again.” She smiles and nods, before she goes to her tip toes and gently kisses me. I close my eyes and I squeeze her against me as I lick the seam of her lips. She opens willingly and tilts her head so I can deepen the kiss. Home, that’s what I feel right now. Our kiss starts to heat up and I press her into the doorframe, and kiss her more passionately. She grips the front of my T-shirt. Fuck, I bend a little, and grind my very hard cock on her belly so she can feel what she does to me.

Three months, that’s how long I’ve gone without pussy. The last chick I fucked was a stripper, just before Mila’s birthday, then Phoebe left. I’d been too busy looking for Phoebe to fuck anyone. And then I found my angel.

She moans, my mouth swallowing her sounds, and I grip her ass. I squeeze it, then lift her into my arms. She wraps her legsaround my waist, and I walk us into her apartment. I slam the door shut with my boot and lean her up against the door, her hands now gripping my hair as I glide my hand from her ass, up her side, to her belly where I freeze. White hot rage clouds my vision and I rip my mouth away from hers, and I look into her eyes. She has gone still in my arms, her face pale. This is the first time I’ve felt her, flesh to flesh; she’s never allowed me to touch her under her clothes, and I can see why. Scars. I can feel several of them. Whoever did this better be fucking dead because, if not, I’m coming for them.

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Avery

I’m completely stillin his arms as he feels the scars on my stomach and lower back. I can feel the color draining from my face. I had never been so happy when I walked out of class and saw him leaning against his car, looking like a wet dream. We haven’t seen each other in a few days, and I’ve missed him like crazy. For the past month, when we’ve made out, I’ve managed to keep his hands above my clothes, but now…. I didn’t think of the scars; he helps me forget about my past and the trauma I’ve known. Now, I fear I’ll lose the one person I need, the only person in my world.

I love him, I know I do, he’s my everything, but I’m broken and tainted, and the scars are off putting. He’ll never look at me the same again.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away gently.

He rasps, “Who do I need to kill, baby?”

I look at him and see he’s completely serious. I shake my head, my fingers gripping his hair as I lean my forehead against his.

I whisper, “It’s in the past.”

He grunts, his body completely tense, his eyes full of rage. I soften against him when I realize he’s angry for me.

“Are there more, or are they just confined to your stomach and lower back?”