You Distract Me - S01 E40

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You Distract Me - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

Olivia

Twelve hours.

It had been twelve hours since I saw Shayne's lifeless body being wheeled in on a gurney.

When she'd practically snarled at me to leave her, I'd ran like a madwoman, the constant falling only pushing me harder. My chest had squeezed tight when I heard the gun shots, hoping above everything that Shayne was okay.

Deep down, even as I ran, I was sure I wouldn't get help in time. The sky was already pitch black and the area seemed too isolated for civilization.

But when I finally found the road, I'd cried out with relief, weeping helplessly when a sympathetic middle-aged man stopped in his truck.

It had taken six tries before I was able to recite the number Shayne had given me. But when it finally went through, a deep cheerful voice answered. It soon went gravelly when I'd explained—through a teary voice—what had been happening.

It hadn't taken long before I'd caught sight of a dozen headlights approaching us. It was a sight so familiar, it jolted something within me.

That was when it happened.

NOW as I sat patiently in my room, waiting, I wanted to scream with all the emotions that were spilling over. But first, I had to know if Shayne was okay.

I bit my lip to stop a creeping sob. Oh Shayne.

I ran my sweaty palms over my jeans, still waiting. But if I was being honest, no one really cared if I was updated or not. For all I knew, Shayne could be gone.

The first tear came down soundlessly, then the second. The damn broke on the fifth one.

How could she risk her life like that when she knew I needed her in every possible way? Why would she think my life mattered more than hers?

I clutched my hand to my chest, emotional pain wounding me as I cried my eyes out.

The knock at the door had me ruthlessly swallowing my sorrow. I held my head high and pushed back my slightly shower-damp hair.

I wasn't going to look weak in front of anyone.

A tired but thoroughly pleased looking Laura stood outside when I opened the door. She had on the full attire of a surgeon on call. "She wants you," she said.

Her words wrapped around my heart, and I welcomed the wonderful feeling. Hell, I even shocked the both of us when I hugged her to me.

"Thank you, Laura." So much for not showing weakness.

She chuckled and rubbed my back. "All in a day's work, love, all in a day's work. Speaking of which, something seems different about you." She held me at arm's reach, assessing me. "Well, I'll be damned. You remember?"

I nodded, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. "I do, can I see her?" I needed to, just to assure myself that she really was okay.

Laura led me to Shayne's private quarters, making sure no one came anywhere near me. When we reached the spacious quarters, the familiarity of the type of decor hit me in the gut. They were void of any warm colors, but the lushness and masculinity drew to me, all aspects of me.

God I missed her. So much it hurt.

I heard her before I saw her. "I fucking told you, I won't eat shit until I see her!"

We entered the dark-gray-walled bedroom just as Shayne started to get up from the bed.

Poor Freya was on the receiving end of that temper. "She'll be here soon."

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"Oh for crying out loud, Shayne. You'll tear open your wounds, you just had surgery a few hours ago."

"Not unless I see—" Then she saw me. She looked just about ready to leap off the bed when she froze and took a closer look at me, instantly knowing what had happened. "Everyone out."

Shayne's hard command was easily followed, but Laura had a few instructions first. "Try to make her eat something, since it seems that's only going to happen in your presence. And for the sake of my sanity and aching muscles, don't get her too excited, please. Anything vigorous could cause a lot of damage."

I understood her words clearly as I nodded, a hot blush burning away my cheeks. "I'll see to it."

The resounding click of the door closing had me snapping my head towards it, my heart in my throat.

"Olivia, come here," she rasped.

Of their own accord, my legs took me to her. I was looking at everything but her, much too nervous for an unknown reason.

I slowly sat on the edge of her king-sized bed and looked up at her. My heart ached when my eyes ran down her torso. Bandages were covering most of it, and a sling was imprisoning her right arm, making me wonder how possible it was that she was still breathing.

If it wasn't for me, none of this would have happened.

"Does it hurt?" I bit down on my quivering lip and met her gaze. Magnificent hazel eyes were centered on me, burning into my soul.

"I can't feel a thing. Come here."

Without thinking twice, I slipped off my sandals and crawled towards her. The moment I reached her, her hand came up to cradle my cheek.

"I missed you," she said, using her thumb to wipe away a tear that was running down my cheek.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and slightly turned my head to kiss her palm—my way of reciprocating her words.

"How did it happen?"

I knew what she meant. "When help came, something happened to my brain. It felt like an explosion, I thought I'd pass out. The memories came back in a rush all at once. The one I remembered the most was me being so scared of you. I'm sorry." I started to sob.

"Hey, don't cry. There's nothing to be sorry about. Why are you apologizing?"

"I was wrong to be afraid of you, it's not fair to you because I now know you would never hurt me. I should have known. This is all my fault, Shayne."

"No it's not. I protect what I care about, how I do it is completely up to me. So, please stop crying."

I nodded my head and closed my eyes, enjoying the momentary peace in my heart. But then, I still needed to know. "Will you tell me what's going on? You'd told me I was in danger. I want to know."

"Later, when I'm able to get out of this bed," she assured me, reminding of the suffering I'd caused her.

A sob escaped. "I'm sorry."

Her voice came out firmer. "Enough of that, Olivia. I'm not dying."

She brought our faces closer to kiss my forehead, making my heart soar in bliss. Her full lips moved to press on both of my eyes, my cheeks and my nose. When they lingered around my mouth, I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. Those intense eyes were asking for permission. I answered by brushing my lips over hers.

We both let out a sigh.

She embraced the invitation by dropping her hand to my neck so she could angle my face better, instantly deepening the kiss. When her tongue slipped between my lips and touched mine, a moan rolled out my throat.

In response, her teeth trapped my bottom lip, biting gently on it. Another moan escaped my mouth.

She pulled away. "Dammit, you're killing me." When our mouths joined again, the kiss was a lot more firmer and urgent. All the sensitive parts of me were tightening and throbbing.

Needing more contact, I rose to my knees and swang a jean-clad leg over her lap, placing my knees on either side of her.

My thin tank top was not loose enough to hide my braless arousal. And without preamble, Shayne gripped the front and ripped it off.

I gasped out loud and tried to cover my breasts.

"Don't! I want to see you. You're so goddamned beautiful, baby." She pulled me closer and devoured my mouth like a starved caveman. It stunned me so much my hands fell away from my chest to bury their fingers into her hair.

Next thing I knew, her rough, warm hand was circling my breast. The sensations from there were phenomenal.

I pulled away from the kiss. "Oh God, Shayne."

We both watched my nipple tighten further. She weighed the swelling breast in her large palm and moved onto the other one. Without warning, she swopped down and sucked a nipple into her hot wet mouth.

"Shayne!" I threw my head back, already feeling the beginnings of an explosive orgasm.

But at that very moment, I heard the door swing open behind me.

Laura sounded pissed but suspiciously amused. "Well, there goes my sanity. You two can't stay a few minutes without getting into it, can you?"

I grabbed the destroyed material of my top and pressed it to my chest. Then I saw the bandage on Shayne's shoulder and flinched. It was soaked through with blood. What with all that ripping.

Again, I was to blame. "I'm sorry."

Shayne noticed where my eyes were and saw her bleeding shoulder. "It's fine."

She tried to reach for me, but I leapt off her bed before she could.

"Dammnit!" she said.

Laura snorted. "Yeah, tell that to your shoulder. Here." She threw me a stray T-shirt and went to attend to her patient.

I left before I could hear how much damage I'd caused.

Guilt was assaulting me as Freya led me to my room, encouraging me to ignore the looks that were directed at me.

I'd caused Shayne enough grief, but it didn't mean I wanted to be away from her. Far from that.

As a matter of fact, I had an idea that could make up for her suffering.