Chapter Seven: Leave me Broken, Bleeding and Barely Breathing, but Please Don't Leave Me
Tig slid up the length of her body until he could tuck Helena against the front of his body. He suppressed a hiss as the cotton pajamas were the thinnest barrier between her bare skin kissing his.
As he struggled to find his words, Helena's searching gaze became too much for him, her near-palpable anxiety was a potent and hypnotic scent that teased his epididymis, outside, parked down the street, a red Chrysler was idling.
The morning air was chilly, and the driver had the radio on low while the heater filled the car with warmth, circulating the stale air. The driver shivered, not used to such brisk mornings after his long trip from the sunshine state.
Doctor Andrew Simon Wakefield the Third looked down at his titanium watch, thinking with the time difference that he'd just be starting his morning rounds. He looked up through the windshield at Helena's newly purchased home and patch of property. Andrew narrowed his eyes at the matte black H-D Dyna Street Bob motorcycle parked in the driveway next to Helena's sensible, compact-sized SUV.
Doctor Wakefield drove the nondescript and lack of attention getting Chrysler past Helena's house and noted the license plate of Tig's motorcycle before driving off for a hot coffee and carb-loaded breakfast pastry.
As Chief neurologist Andrew Wakefield drove to the coffee shop he had found when he first arrived on the opposite coastline, back in Helena's cozy bedroom, nestled among the tangled linen, Tig lifted a hand and brushed his index finger around the perimeter of her full lips.
Tig dropped his eyes from hers as he tried to shellack his turbulent, violent, and painful childhood, he glossed over his teenage and youthful years of depravity, multiple felonies and living as though the very next moment was the last time his heart would beat.
Helena shifted in the circle of his arms and tugged one of the pillows to a better position under her head as Tig's sparkling eyes moved back up to meet her eyes and he detailed being a staff sergeant in the USMC that was shortened when he went AWOL for a weekend in the South Pacific and was found passed out in a bar, after having shared IV drugs, spit and cum with an unknown number of strippers and was awoken in a puddle of someone else's blood and his own stale piss.
Tig spent two days in the infirmary sleeping off his hangover. Saline and electrolytes were pushed through him to sober him up enough to be court-martialed and dishonorably discharged. The DOJ determined he was too much of a fuck-up and a waste of their time and shipped him out of the country and dropped him back stateside in cozy Charming where he soon found Teller-Morrow and didn't look back except in dreams where he tried to remember the dark-haired dancer and whether he sucked her dick, or she sucked his.
Helena watched Tig's face as he didn't put words to a lot of the sexual reminiscing, he didn't need to voice what he was thinking.
Tig trailed off as Helena's expression became unreadable as she thought back to the impossibly skinny, stiletto-wearing, bottle-blonde hanging all over him before she spoke.
"Why do you want to be here, with me?" Helena murmured and trailed off as she raised her hand to drag her fingertips down a long-healed ridge of scar tissue, earned from the ragged edge machete from a drunken fight with a Mayan.
Tig opened his mouth to speak but nothing coherent emerged.
"What can I offer you?" Helena asked lowly and pressed her palm against his chest, feeling his heart pound strongly within its opaque pericardial sac.
"Because I've never seen someone like you before," Tig whispered after a lengthy pause. Tig clenched his jaw, fighting to say more, wanting to admit what he held only inside him. "How do I explain that I didn't crave death anymore the second I saw you?" he asked himself, his mind whirling as he struggled to speak, so unfamiliar with insecurity, he was hobbling himself with his inability to be vulnerable.
Tig dropped his face closer to hers, their lips millimeters from touching, both wide-eyed and unblinking. Helena could see his liquid ocean-blue irises vibrating as his brain's frontal lobe and memory center were simultaneously gang-banged with a broken beer bottle as he was drowned in memories of his time in the USMC being defined by fucking, blowing, or forcing consent from the daughters of admirals, sergeants, lieutenants, and captains from every branch of the military as well as some from the enemy of the political moment's side.
"You don't need to do that anymore," Helena whispered and closed the miniscule space between them and found his lips. Tig responded to her touch with frantic urgency, his hands were quick to feel invited to every part of her still clothed body.
"We both have bullshit we don't need to expose right now," Helena murmured as she broke their kiss and reached for his wrists as Tig pushed her cotton top up until her smooth, bare belly was visible. Helena held her breath as he traced his finger in slow circles around her belly button.
Tig's emotions began to toboggan out of control, downhill with no stopping in sight as he shifted and moved around on the bed. Helena allowed him to grip her firmly as he brushed against the rough edge of manhandling her until her breath seized in her chest as he settled between her thighs, tugged on her hips to insinuate himself closer to her clothed center.
Helena's heart twinged as his voice devolved until it was an unintelligible primitive mammalian growl as Tig slid his hand to smooth under her bottom and tug her closer.
Tig couldn't articulate how much he wanted to know what her breathing would sound like if there was no barrier between them and he could plunge his cock into her wet center, stopped only as their intimate flesh kissed.
His expression was one of early man as he dropped one hand to dance his fingertips up her inner thigh until they were dangerously near the apex of her femininity, the cotton fabric seeming thinner than ever.
Helena tried to squeeze her thighs together as she reached down to stop his hand's movement.
"I can't give you what you want right now," she gasped breathlessly as Tig easily shook off her hand.
"What do you think I want?" he growled.
Tig's body answered his own question as he shifted until he could press his growing hardness against her with more assertiveness and nipped the soft skin at the curve of Helena's neck.
Helena couldn't help but laugh, her nervous system trilling as hormones spilled from her overstimulated glands.
"Do I really need to guess?" she asked as her laughter trailed off into a chuckle.
Helena felt the bottom of her belly drop when Tig's lips pulled into a charged smile as he shook his head. "No, I'll tell ya," he growled as he smoothed one of his hands down to cup her intimacy through the thin cotton pajama pants. "I want to know what you taste like," Tig rasped as he deftly dipped his fingers past the elastic waistband of her mauve pants.
Tig took advantage of Helena's surprise and slid his hand over her bare femininity, he pressed his palm against the shaved skin of her intimacy. Tig pressed his mouth against Helena's ear and whispered as he began to move his rough fingertips through the delicate shell-pink lips keeping her tight, wet center hidden.
"I'll do anything," Tig murmured against her ear, his words delivered on a hot exhale. "I'll do anything for this," he added and trailed off into a groan as he moved the tip of his index finger in slow circles around her rapidly sensitizing clit.
Helena found her voice when Tig began tracing his fingers along her wet folds as his touch began to soak her intimate slit. "What is this to you?" she managed as a scorching coil of pleasure began to tighten inside her from his continued touch.
"A new start, a reason to make plans for the future," Tig answered, unsure of how to articulate that she was his ecliptic, he had no choice but to be drawn towards her.
Helena gasped as he varied his rhythm and slid down the front of her body, never stopping his touch as he yanked her pants down, past her thighs, over her knees and off as she was trapped in the arms of imminent ecstasy.
Helena flushed as Tig's eyes drank in every bit of her naked skin.
Tig saw her growing embarrassment and dropped his head to press his lips to her right knee cap. Helena giggled involuntarily when he touched his lips further up the inside of her thigh.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Tig murmured on a strangled groan as he continued moving his mouth in a hot line and pushed her thighs further apart.
"Perfect," Tig growled on a rasp. "I'll do anything you command if you'll let me taste you," he groaned as he licked his way up her inner thigh.
Helena arched up against his face as he pressed his mouth to the smooth skin above her clean-shaven pink intimacy.
"I'll do anything," Tig reiterated as he moved his mouth is an urgent path towards her tight, wetness. Helena gasped as he teased his tongue though her feminine folds began to move in slow circles around her clit.
Helena pressed her palm against her mouth to stifle a low moan. Tig caught the movement of her hand and reached out with viper-like speed and caught her slim wrist.
Helena stared down the length of her nearly naked body as Tig lifted his mouth from her tight, pink center. She felt her breath catch as her eyes found his lips wet from finding and teasing her intimacy.
Tig's attention was overwhelming, she had never felt more seen. The weight of his gaze was like standing in front of Zeus at the base of Mt. Olympus.
"Do you want me to stop?" Tig asked raggedly as he pressed his lips to the crease of her inner thigh, his exhale sending a shiver up her spine.
"Nnnn," Helena mumbled incoherently before Tig eagerly returned his mouth to the apex at the center of her thighs, wetly fucking the tight opening of her pussy with his tongue.
Tig growled as Helena shivered in his grip as an electrical trill raced from her temple to the tip of her third toe and she moaned deep from her belly as her body betrayed her and his touch pushed her into an orgasmic precipice. Helena's cry tapered to a resigned sigh as Tig lifted his face from her pulsing pussy, his face dripping from where he had forced her slit to run with slick wetness and pressed his lips to the trembling skin under her belly button as she rode out her blissful aftershock.
As Helena caught her breath and felt her feet came back to earth, across town at the Club House, one of the other nurses in the trio caring for Piney, Cassie Phillips, put a new piece of paper tape over the freshly applied IV to the top of Piney's liver-spotted hand.
Cassie made a few notes on Cassie's chart for the third of his care team, Alana Davidson.
Cassie frowned down at the dark contents of Piney's urinary catheter bag that was clipped to the lowest part of the metal bed railing. She dumped the contents into a beaker with white measurements etched onto the glass and put it all in a well-taped specimen bag to drop off later at the hospital.
As Cassie dumped out Piney's morning medications from the brightly colored weekend strip into a shallow bowl, back in Helena's bedroom, her breathing rate had just begun to return to normal when she was immediately shot back into the emotional stratosphere when Tig shifted most of his weight to one elbow and fumbled his painfully hard cock free.
Helena gasped when she felt Tig insistently push his hardness into the supple flesh of her upper thigh.
Helena's lips parted and no sound emerged as she stared up at Tig, she raised a hand and traced her thumb along his lower lip, her mind focused on the hot press of his naked skin against hers and how close he was to sinking his thick rigidity into her.
Tig held his breath and fought the urge to plunge his pulsing length deep into her intimate center without any grace as Helena smoothed her fingertips down his neck, skimming his shoulders and bare chest. The rest of his body grew tense, competing with the rigidity of his aching cock as she continued to dance her fingers down his ribs and smoothed lower to tease the length of his throbbing hardness.
Helena closed her hand around his hardening cock and felt a fluttering deep in her belly at the sound of Tig's low feral growl as her hand rhythmically squeezed and stroked his length.
Waves of electrical pleasure coiled tightly in Tig's body and he tried to keep his breathing from becoming too erratic. "Can I stay here?" Tig managed as he dropped his head to the warm curve of her neck, feeling intoxicated from the overwhelming warmth and heady feminine scent emanating her skin, unashamed that he sounded like he was openly begging.
Helena increased the rhythm of her hand as she stroked his eager length, the plump, glossy head of his cock bobbing under her touch, the increased pace making it a veritable fight for control.
"Yes," Helena whispered and heard Tig stifle a moan as his cock strained for release in her hand. "You can have the other side of the bed," she added.
Helena's words in conjunction with her tightening grip and manipulation of his painfully hard rigidity pushed his body over the edge. Tig wrapped her up tightly as he pressed his face against the flushed flesh of her neck as his body took over.
Tig groaned against her soft skin as his engorged member twitched twice before it spurted hot, sticky seed all over her fingers to pool in her palm. Helena continued to stroke him until his cock softened, his ragged breathing sounded like a broken catalytic converter before it began to smooth out into an even rhythm.
Tig let his forehead rest against hers as his cock continued to soften in her grip. The sunlight filtering in through the room made their skin glow with the fine sheen of sweat that had sprouted upon their exposed flesh.
Helena held his wordless gaze as she felt his sticky cum leaking from her palm and trailing down the inside of her wrist.
Tig gave a primitive groan when Helena's hand involuntarily clenched around his flaccid length as her phone rang from the side of the bed.
Helena tightened her grasp as the phone gave a second jarring ring until Tig's piercing eyes drilled into the center of her brain. "You should get that," he managed to growl in the miniscule space before the third ring announced itself.
Tig lifted his weight just enough for Helena to be able to stretch her arm out for the bedside drawer, barely ajar, her phone ringing the fourth time meaning it was only one ring away from the caller being diverted to voicemail.
Tig felt himself began to salivate as her cotton top shifted as she tugged the phone free of the drawer by the white charger's cord. He licked his lips as the thin fabric brushed over her breasts and teased her nipples to hard points under the shirt.
Helena squinted at her phone's screen and fumbled to answer the call when the caller ID displayed Gemma.
Tig was momentarily distracted from her body when he heard her answer the call.
"Gemma, hello, is everything alright?"
Tig strained his ears but couldn't discern Gemma's reply, her tone wasn't rushed or urgent in any way and he found himself instantly back to being focused on the visible fluttering of her carotid pulse on the side of her neck. He lowered his face and pressed his lips to the hollow at the base of her throat as Helena nodded to Gemma's steady stream of words.
Helena ended the call before the scratchy ends of Tig's facial hair tickled her flushed skin and she squealed when he lightly nipped her ear lobe. Helena wiped her hand mostly clean on the tangled bed linen as he shifted his weight until he could lay alongside her. "Everything okay with Gemma? Is it Piney?"
Helena covered a yawn and stretched deeply in the circle of his arms, her shoulders popping in protest. "Piney's about the same, Gemma invited me to dinner tomorrow, said Clay would be barbecuing."
Tig propped himself up on one elbow and trailed the fingertips of his other hand along the line of her jaw. "Are you going to go?"
"She's hard to say no to," Helena said with a chuckle.
Tig nodded in agreement.
"Can I go with you?" Tig asked bluntly as he smoothed his hand from tracing her jaw to sweep through her hair, cradling the back of her skull in his palm.
Helena blinked up at him, her ability to speak stolen from her when he closed his hand into a fist. Helena gasped as her silken hairs were pulled tight as they wound around his scar-riddled, heavy ring-boasting fingers.
Tig stared down at Helena, his eyes drinking in and memorizing her full, parted lips, the gentle gasping he created from pulling back on her hair until her neck stretched taut. He pressed his lips together as he tried to absorb all of her at once, his pituitary gland was overstimulated and ejaculated hormones that only made him more anxious to possess her in every conceivable fashion.
Tig recognized how different Helena was from who he normally surrounded himself with, feeling moments of foreign insecurity as he longed and waited for her acceptance.
Tig loosened his grip on the silken fall of her hair and tugged one of the pillows more evenly under her head before he started tracing the rough tip of his index finger around the perimeter of Helena's lips. He paused in his revolutions as she reached up a hand and closed her fingers around his thick wrist.
"Gemma did say I could bring someone with me if I wanted," Helena murmured with a small smile and pressed her lips to the center of Tig's palm.