Fury: Book 2 in the Vengeance MC series by Natasha Thomas Page B

my cock is anything to go by, she’s needed this just as much as I have.
     
    Desperate for more, I make a mistake. I stop paying attention to the subtle cues her body is giving me and push her too far.
     
    I run my fingers from the hem of her tank top, up to the lower curve of her breast reveling in the silkiness of her skin. Warm and velvet smooth, the toned expanse of her belly is something I intend to explore in depth when I finally have her naked beneath me.
     
    Enamored with the feel of her – the weight of her in my arms – I miss Avery’s desperate mewl for me to stop. It wasn’t loud, I’m pretty sure even if I were paying attention I would have barely heard it over my own growls, but it was there. And because I missed it, I took us from where we were back to square one.
     
    “Stop. Please, please stop,” Avery begs, tears now falling from her eyes, burning my skin as they land on my neck.
     
    “Jesus, Ave,” I breathe, scared I’ve hurt her. Dropping her feet to the floor, I use my hands on her hips to steady her before removing them and taking a step back without breaking all connection between us. But she doesn’t give me a choice.
     
    Wrenching herself away from me and skirting under my outstretched arm, Avery gasps,
    “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this.”
     
    Trying to calm her down, I soothe,
    “It’s okay, baby, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. I promise, yeah?”
     
    “I-I-I just can’t. You have to leave, Fury. You have to leave now,” she stutters, her tears coming in rivers now.
     
    I’m at a loss. For the first time in my life, I honestly have no idea what the fuck I’m supposed to do. Women’s tears have always been something I’ve run the opposite direction from, but now it’s my woman crying I wish I knew what to do to comfort her. Avery won’t welcome my touch, let alone me holding her right now, that much I do know.
     
    Just as I’m about to break down, helpless, and cry with her, keys in the lock followed by Blaine pushing her way through the door loaded down with bags of groceries saves the day. Fucking literally saves the day.
     
    “Oh, my God. What’s going on? What happened to her?” She exclaims, dropping everything in her hands gathering Avery in her arms.
     
    With my head in my hands, fingers speared into my hair tugging roughly, I answer bluntly,
    “Fuck, Blaine. Just fuck.”
     
    Looking between us, Blaine gives me a sad smile indicating she understands without words what I’m telling her, smoothing a hand down Avery’s hair at the same time.
    “Let me guess,” she offers quietly. “Things got out of control between you two, you went a little too fast for her, and here we are.”
     
    “That about sums it up,” I sigh dejected feeling like a complete asshole.
     
    Like I said, I should have thought about what I was doing. Avery had just been through something so traumatic that’s still fresh in her mind, which meant I needed to handle her with care, not get carried away. I should have been thinking of her and only her, not myself and how good she felt wrapped around me.
     
    “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Fury,” Blaine counters. “It was bound to happen. If it helps, I’m glad it was you that it happened with. If it had been anyone else that might not have known her history and how to handle her. It’s a good thing, honey. Now that that’s out of the way, maybe she can create a good memory of what it’s like to be touched by someone who cares about her, not someone who just wants to hurt her,” she continues as if Avery isn’t even in the room.
     
    While Avery’s tears haven’t abated entirely, they have calmed to hiccupping sobs every now and then in their place. Unsure of what to do now, I question,
    “Is she going to be okay? Is it best if I just go and check in on her later? I’ve got no idea what to do here, Blaine. I don’t want to stay and risk upsetting her anymore, but I