Bite – They can't keep their teeth to themselves.

Ft: Pete Dunne

The commotion draws my attention across the room. Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.

"Good luck with that," I mutter, packing my bag.

"Faith, are you going to help here?"

"Nope. I pick my fights and that is not one of them," I smirk. "I'm out. Have a good night."

"Shari? Shari!"

"Just let him go. He is not going to let you check him out anyway."

"That is not how we do things here!"

"Once he calms down, he will come to me. I'll take care of him. Let him go."

"Shari! Get back here!"

"See you later," I call over my shoulder.

I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait. I don't know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain. Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short. Making my way to the door, I don't even check as I open the door. Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.

"Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete," I smirk.

He glares through his hair at me.

"You know the drill," I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting. "So what's wrong tonight."

He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.

"Wrist, hand, or fingers?"

"Fingas," he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.

Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers. None seem to be dislocated. "Someone turned your own trick on you," I smirk.

"Somethin' like that," he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip. His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply. I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do. When he doesn't make any further moves I continue my examination.

"Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?"

He shakes his head.

"Can you move everything?"

He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three's movement was slightly more limited.

I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply. Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.

"There it is," I think. "The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him. I am the only one he wants to fuck". Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.

"Shar?" Pete's breath fanning across the back of my neck. I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man's hand in mine and staring.

"Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them," I sigh, digging through the kit.

"Third finga started swelling and the rest followed."

"Take anything?"

"Bout two 'ours ago," he mumbles, his face sliding downward.

"I'm assuming you iced it."

"Yeah." His lips brush against my neck.

"If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought," I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.

"Really," he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.

"Really," I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind. Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror. "Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?"

He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.

I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it. "Done," I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.

He hums turning to bury himself against my neck.

I tense knowing what is coming.

He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth. "Why so tense?"

"Just bracing for what is coming."

"Do ya not like what's comin'?"

"You know I do," I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close. "Just don't like being taken by…" I yelp as teeth pinch my skin. "Fucker," I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.

He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his. I groan at the feel him nestled against me. The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses. He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.

"Pete, please," I pant unsure of what I'm asking for.

"Hmmmm," he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.

Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord. It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely. Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror. He's staring at my mouth around him.

"You can give but you can't take," I smirk releasing him. "Maybe…" I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards. His other hand leaving my panties. "Playtime over," I ask innocently. "Just because I can get as mouthy as you."

A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine. I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter. Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head. "Doit again," he orders before attacking my throat again.

I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating. His hands fist my sleep shirt.

"Want my shirt off, Pete," I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts. "Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body. You know I'll let you do it. Always have," I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder. Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder. He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.

"Everythin' off…now."

He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.

"Fuck," I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple. My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.

His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds. He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him. "Do it. Please."

His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling. "Fuck. Yes. More. More. Please," I beg, arching up against him.

He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit. "Yes. Yes. Yes," I keen, groping blindly for him. Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.

He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face. "Fuck. Gonna make me cum before I'm even in ya."

His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn't recognize it.

"Need ya to cum for me, Shar. Let me feel ya. Then I'll really fuck ya."

Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me. He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.

Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed. Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.

"Nuh uh," I smirk as he kneels between my legs. "Not risking you hurting that hand. You on the bed."

"But…"

"Bed."

He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.

"Good." I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock. "You want me to…"

He is nodding before I finish the sentence. My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further. I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.

"Fuck," I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark. "So good to me." Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster. Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly. Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing. "Fuck Pete. Gonna come again."

"Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it." His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.

Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, Pete. I fucking think I love you." Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard. The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills. His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me. Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him. Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face."

"Pete, I…"

He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest. Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. "I love ya, too Shari. I'm surprised ya didn't figure that already. Even I can' get hurt that often."

"Does that mean," I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, "that I don't have to wait weeks for this again?"

"Somethin' like that," he smirks, tucking me into his side.