He stops kissing me and I want to smack myself for letting that slip out.
“I sure do, Beautiful. Now, come lay down and nap with me. I’m probably going to sleep for the next twelve hours.”
My entire body heats up, and I give him one last hug before I dismount him, feeling the slow trickle of his cum down my inner thigh. We get snuggly under his thin blanket, laying on our sides, facing each other. Our fingers entwined. My feet rub against his shins and calves.
“I do, too. I love you, Doc.”
I notice his heart rate monitor jumps up about twenty beats, and I smile.
“Yea?” he asks, already falling asleep.
“Mmmhmm.” How could I not? This guy literally had me atFrench Fries.
“Keep saying it until I fall asleep, please,” he says gently.
How can I say no to this man? It takes about tenI love yousuntil he falls asleep, and I feel my eyes getting heavy as his breathing evens out, and lulls me into my own deep sleep.
37
MARGEAUX
I was not planningon visiting home any time soon. I guess it couldn’t be helped since I went to college only a couple of hours away from where I grew up. Mom and Dad weren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. Especially after the ordeal Jon and I went through.
I called Ashleigh and explained everything to her. To say she was shocked would be putting it lightly. She almost fell out of her stilettos when I told her I had a stalker, who was sending me creepy letters for the last couple of months. She told the directors, and they granted me as much time as I needed to recover and get my head on straight.
I honestly don’t want to spend any more time away from training, and out of my routine. Jon also has an extra couple of days off work. He called his boss-mentor-supervisor person, and she isn’t pressuring him to get back any sooner either. I can tell he is just as eager to get back to work. The man truly lives for his patients. After we woke up from the world’s longest nap the other day, we laid in his hospital bed and just talked.About everything.
I cried with him when he told me about Sammy and his brother. We held each other. I talked to him about my wrestling family, and how amazing and supportive they all are. It’s always been easy to talk tohim. What’snoteasy is being in bed with this delicious man, and trying not to touch him. Now, I have to tour my childhood home with him and somehow keep my hands to myself.Not likely.
Mom loves Jon. I knew she would. How could she not? He’s the whole package.
“So, do you plan on staying in Paramount, Jon?” Mom asks as we pass dishes around our dining room table. My feet are tapping relentlessly. I’ve never brought a guy home to meet my family. This is uncharted territory for me.
“At least for another year or so while I finish up my fellowship,” he says, smiling. He’s such a fucking charmer.
“So impressive,” Mom praises. She glances at me, giving me the thumbs-up and nodding her head in Jon’s direction.Real subtle, Mom.
Ready for the spotlight to be off me for once, I nudge Jacky’s leg from under the table. He picks up on our twin telepathy and changes the topic of conversation.
“Zoey said her dress is back from the tailor. She was beaming, so excited.” I fight every reaction in my body not to roll my eyes.
On second thought, let’s keep talking about how great Jon is.
“Oh, Jack. That’s wonderful news. Will Zoey be coming to church and brunch tomorrow?” Mom asks. Dad’s accepted his role as the silent observer during most family meals.
I watch Jon cringe at the mention of church. I don’t blame him, and I’m perfectly content not going to church again. He’s not asking me to stop believing in God. He also has no interest in having any relationship with a higher power again.
Jacky doesn’t miss Jon’s reaction either and, like the awesome brother he is, changes the subject again.
“I think we’d like to spend some time with Mags and Jon. You’re not staying much longer, are you, sis?” he asks, biting into his potatoes.
I sit back in my chair, my shoulders sagging. “Yea. I want to get back to training. Jon wants to get back to work, too.”
“But you just got here. You’ve been through so much,” Mom chokes out. She heaves a passive aggressive sigh then says, “Well, at least we will see you both at Jack and Zoey’s wedding in a couple of months, right?”
Jon looks at me, giving me a smug grin. His lips are so kissable right now. I resort to holding his hand under the table. I drive Mom crazy and don’t give a firm answer. I just want to enjoy this moment with Jon. We’re both still reeling over what happened. I just want more alone time with him before we go back to our separate cities.
That’s what saddens me most. I don’t want to be apart from Jon. Wrestling keeps me in Kentucky most of the year. I have some down time throughout the year, but I have no reason to move to Paramount, and I’ll never ask Jon to give up his career and move closer to me. We still have so many logistics to figure out. I’d prefer to just enjoy these next couple of days and make plans later.
