He balanced on one hand, using the other to find my clit, his fingers stroking and circling, while he started to move, gliding in and out of me slowly.
He smiled down at me, thrusting into me in deep strokes, giving me time to build up to my peak. I knew thatin the past few weeks, his walls had come down too. It would take him longer to admit to his feelings for me, but time was something I was willing to give Desmond.
When I came minutes later, I let out a short cry, tensing just before waves of pleasure cascaded down my body. In a seconds, I was limp and satisfied before I smiled up at Desmond. He paused to give me a few moments to enjoy my relief while he touched me everywhere. His fingers touched my face, my neck, and trailed down the curve of my breast and to my hip. Then, he started to move faster, hips slamming against my thighs, faster and harder until his climax hit him like a tidal wave and he spilled into me.
That night, we fell into a fitful sleep, spent and tired, arms around each other, naked.
Little did I know, it was the last few hours of peace we’d have together.
40
AVA
Iwoke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty, and tossed my comforter off to put on my slippers and a robe as I wandered to the kitchen to find a glass of water.
As I took a sip and looked out the windows, I noticed our phones lighting up on the table in the balcony.
Surprised, I set my glass aside and walked up, pushing the balcony door open to the chilly midnight air.
Then, I saw a text on Desmond’s phone that made my heart pound.
It was from Ellie Hunt, and when I read it, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Ellie:Brody’s had an accident. Nick and I are on our way. Where are you?
I inhaled sharply when I read the message. It had been five hours ago when we said goodbye to Brody. When had this accident happened?
My heart thudding in my chest, I ran to the bedroom and shook Desmond awake, feeling weak.
When he woke up and made sense of my incoherentmumblings, he grabbed his phone and made a call while I hunted around for his clothes and wallet.
Stashing them on the bed, I ran to the bathroom to get ready myself. When I emerged, Desmond was dressed and halfway out the door, phone pressed to his ear, when I called for him to stop.
He turned around. “While driving home, Brody had a seizure two blocks from here. He has a concussion and isn’t conscious yet. Ellie and Nick, Brody’s bandmate, are with him in the hospital.”
“I’m coming with you,” I said, running to catch up to him while he reached to pull the door shut.
“No,” he said, his expression thunderous.
I froze. “What?”
“Ellie is there,” he said, his voice strained. “You and I can’t be seen arriving together. Please, I can’t think straight right now. But let me just go alone.”
I must have looked aghast because he reached up to me and cupped my face in his hand.
“I’ll call you. I promise. As soon as I’ve reached him and gotten the update, I’ll call you.”
I nodded, and once Desmond left, I sank against the door, tears rolling down my cheeks, hoping Brody would be okay.
It wasfive hours later when Ellie and Nick left and Desmond let me join him at the hospital. I got out of a cab at New York-Presbyterian Hospital and walked into the emergency room. I passed nurses and doctors in scrubs until I finally found Desmond in an exam room. He was seated on a chair by the wall, Brody lying down on the bed next tohim. Brody was in the white hospital gown with a neck collar for support. He appeared drowsy, and his eyes were barely open when he shifted in his spot to wave at me.
There was a bedside monitor next to him with multiple sensors attached to his body to monitor his heart, oxygen, and blood pressure.
Desmond seemed sleepy and fatigued, but determined to keep his eyes open.
When I neared him, his eyes flickered with something like hope before they dulled again.
“How’s Brody?” I asked when Brody’s eyes closed shut again, and Desmond gestured for me to follow him out.
