I pulled out my wallet and placed a few bills on the table before standing. “I’m going to run to the bathroom.”
Grace nodded.
I wound my way through the dining area and down the hall to the bathrooms. I quickly handled my business and exited, only to meet up with Suzanne yet again, in the rather small hallway. And I knew this meeting hadn’t been a chance encounter, either. I didn’t say anything and started to move around her to get back to the only woman who mattered, but she wasn’t taking a hint.
“Jacob, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting with Grace. I’m sure you two have some important work to discuss or whatever,” she said, moving closer than necessary, “… seeing as how she’s maneuvered her way into so many of your surgeries, but—”
“Let me stop you right there, Nurse Greene, because you seem to not be getting the picture. Grace, is theonlywoman from work who gets to call me by my first name. And I assure you, that what she and I have todiscussgoes far beyond anything that may or may not happen in the OR.” I stepped closer because I wanted to make myself crystal clear. “Let’s get one thing straight from here on out. Anything that happens between Grace and I is none of your goddamned business. And just in case you had any sneaking suspicion, the answer is no,hell no,I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
I moved past Suzanne, ensuring that no part of my body touched hers because the thought alone caused a sickening feeling to overcome me. She reminded me too much of another woman. One who was dying back in the state I’d left for good.
I did my best to tamp down on those feelings as I moved back to the table where Grace sat. Only when she turned and smiled up at me, placing her hand in mine, for us to leave, did the feeling begin to subside.
****
“Fuck!” I tilted my head back and cursed from the depths of my soul, as Grace continued to work me over with her mouth.
This woman was beyond amazing. She was unbelievable. Tonight’s celebration was supposed to be about her. It was her victory that we were celebrating. Another year of being cancer free. But once we got back to her place, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. I forgot all about our uneaten dinner and tried to make her my dinner instead. And yet, she turned the tables on me.
She’d gotten on her knees in front of me and begged me to allow her the privilege of sucking me off. And with those brown eyes filled with need staring up at me, I wasn’t strong enough to say no. I just wasn’t. When she placed her hands behind her back, clasping them because she knew I still didn’t like for anyone’s hands to be near my dick, my knees almost gave out.
Now, I was standing in the middle of her bedroom, head pointed toward the ceiling gasping for air as I fed her my cock, and she took it all, more ravenously than any meal I’d watched her consume.
Grace was a caretaker through and through. Even when something was supposed to be for and about her, she found a way to take care of me. Case in point, the way she was sucking my soul through my cock. And I gladly gave it to her.
I looked down and placed both hands in the mass of curls she always wore down when we went out because she knew I liked it. My hips pressed in and out of her mouth in timing with the jerking motions of her head. My hold on her hair tightened when she moaned around my cock. My toes curled into the plush carpeting, the muscles of my backside tightened up, and before I could yell out a warning, I was gushing into her mouth, feeding her.
And my woman took it all.
“Aargh!” I roared as my come seeped into her mouth, spilling from me. That orgasm alone should’ve been enough, but it was far from it.
When I abruptly picked Grace up and placed her on her back on the bed, she yelped in surprise.
“You’re going to injure yourself if you—”
Her protests were cut off by my mouth covering hers. Within seconds she gave up hopes of trying to reason with me into being careful and fell into the kiss. I broke away from her mouth and lowered myself, kissing down her neck, chest, and then what’d become my favorite spot on her body.
Her scars.
I kissed the mound of breast tissue her surgeon had left behind, along with the scar of where her nipple had once been. I felt the tension in her body ease with each kiss. She still wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable with me touching this part of her, but she didn’t stop me, and she grew more relaxed each time I did it.
I reveled in that spot on her body because it was the physical evidence of her being a survivor. But she was more than a survivor, she was a warrior. And as I slid inside of her body, unsheathed for the first time, ever, I delighted in the feeling of being fully skin to skin with her. Of how tight her muscles clamped down around me, and most of all of the way she reached for me, pulling me to her as she called my name.
“You feel so good,” she crooned, her eyes reduced to slits, heavy with the weight of the passion and feeling of our lovemaking.
My own,were the two words that continued to run through my mind as I pistoned my hips, pulling out and then thrusting back into her body.
Two words I never imagined calling any woman. But here she was.
And while she writhed beneath me as the force of her orgasm rocketed through her body, I wondered just how long I could keep her before I fucked it all up.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jacob
“Come in,” I called, not looking up from my computer screen which sat on the desk in my office.
“Did you hear Johnny Westbrook is being discharged today?” The smile was evident in Grace’s voice.
