We get dressed and unlike what I had hoped, the doctor doesn’t release me until the middle of the afternoon. By then, I’m pacing the small hospital room, antsy as hell. If it weren’t for the insurance forms, I would’ve walked hours ago.
When they let me go, we call an Uber. It hurries past the capital building, the Lincoln Memorial, and circles around the Washington Monument. Finally, we’re dropped off at the Hyatt. Grabbing my wife’s hand, I rush to the front desk where I hand over my license and my company credit card.
Once we get our room keys, we make a mad dash for the elevator and when the doors close, I wrap her into my arms and lock my mouth onto hers.
By the time we arrive on the sixth floor, we’re flushed and out of breath. Luckily, the elevator made no stops because we would’ve embarrassed the hell out of whoever opened the door. Laughing, I scoop her up and walk to our hotel room.
She swipes the card, the light turns green, and I rush in so I can drop her on the bed.
“My God, I can’t get enough of you.” I lean over and kiss the fuck out of her.
When we come up for air, she reaches behind my neck, and pulls me down onto the king-sized bed.
I’ve already moved past just missing a bullet to the brain but she hasn’t. She puts her hand to the bandage. “I almost lost you, Jack.”
“Not even close.” I take her fingers and kiss each one but her mouth refuses to turn into a smile.
“I really wish you didn’t have to finish this job. Can’t you just go on disability or something?”
I roll her onto my chest and gaze into those beautiful eyes that have held me captive since the first moment I saw her. “Who would you send in my place? Slate? Lucky? Suds?”
“They’re not as good as you, right?” When her blue eyes grow sad, I know she understands why I can’t say no.
“They’re good but not in the ways that would’ve kept them alive last night.” I have to be honest.
Blakely knows about my sixth sense so doesn’t question me further. It’s not a matter of being prideful, it’s just the way it is.
“You knew before it happened?”
“Yeah. I had just enough time to get off the highway.” I don’t want to talk about it but she has to be reassured and I get that, even if sex is off the table.
Carefully, she pulls the new t-shirt she bought for me over my head, staying clear of the gauze. “You sure you’re okay?”
I point out the swelling under my belt buckle. “Hell no, I’m not okay. It’s been eight hours and fifteen minutes since we last made love.”
When she giggles, I know we’re good, real good, the kind of good that lasts a lifetime.
“C’mere.” I pull off her sweatshirt, slide her body alongside mine, and whisper in her ear, “I need you, babe.”
“Me too.” She presses those sweet, lovely breasts against my chest, pointed nipples doing all sorts of numbers to my already swollen cock.
Control breaking, I find the softness of her lips and press mine to them. Her mouth is open, ready for my tongue and I plunge in while my hands rub up and down the softness of her back. When I slip my hands into her stretchy waistband, she lifts so I can pull her slacks over her sweet behind. Not wanting to lose contact with her chest, I lift my knee, catch the fabric with my toe, and pull the pants off completely.
When her hot, wet core grinds against my leg, I nearly lose it. She squirms and moans into my mouth, hands behind my neck and I crave to be inside her so bad it hurts. However, this time our sex should be savored so I slide down her body, stopping at the baby bump to give our little bun in the oven a kiss.
Blake was beautiful before but all these new feminine curves drive me wild and when I inhale her scent, it’s unbelievable. I swear the smell goes to some inner caveman that needs to claim her and make sure she is so sated, none other would dare approach.
These thoughts cloud my mind as I kiss down the short curls and into the garden of Eden. I open her slick lips and slowly tongue the whole length of her, loving how she moans and opens even wider. I slip one knee over my shoulder.
She’s slick, intoxicating, and her nub swollen. Gently, I suck there until her body tightens, her fingers pull my hair, and her heel digs into my back.
She’s tottering on the brink as I press a finger to her sex, then pull away. Watching her arch, I kick off my sneakers and quickly get naked.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as I climb over her and slide my cock along her slick folds. “Come with me babe.”
Slowly, I press into her, my weight on one forearm, my right thumb at her nub. Her muscles contract around me, tighter than hell, sending goosebumps up and down my back.
I wait for her to adjust, making circles on her clit. When she gives, I slide in fully and we both gasp for breath.
