“Caleb,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” I order.
I move my hand from her stomach downward, letting my fingers search for her clit. When I find the exact spot I’m looking for, I tease and grind my fingers against it. Her body jolts, breaking the smooth pace to our rhythm. She clamps her inner muscles around my cock, squeezing the life out of me. Izzy is milking my cock. I pinch her clit to push her over the edge.
“I’m coming,” she cries.
“Let go, Isolde. Take me with you,” I growl, working her pussy harder. When she clamps down and I feel her release coat my shaft, I lose it. “Mine!” I growl out, releasing jet after jet of my cum inside her.
I’m never letting Izzy go. I love this woman with everything I am.
25
FRUIT, CHEESE, AND HAPPY ENDINGS
IZZY
I lean back against the headboard, Izzy in my lap, grinning, while holding the plastic container of cheese, fruit, and crackers from a local deli that I picked up yesterday. She’s still in my T-shirt, which I’ve decided is all she should ever wear. I’m naked, and since Izzy seems okay with it, I haven’t bothered to dress. For the last thirty minutes or so, we’ve been talking, kissing and alternating feeding one another. It’s hands down the best day of my life. Hell, every minute with her is better than the last. I don’t even know how that’s possible, and yet it is.
“Do you want kids, Isolde?”
She cocks an eyebrow and appraises me carefully. “What makes you ask that?”
“Well, you mentioned a son and daughter in your scenario that was meant to keep us apart. So, I’m just wondering if you really want kids.”
Izzy nods. “Yeah, I do want kids. I mean, not right away. I need to be solid in my job and done with my fellowship. I’d like to be established in my career. Are kids a deal-breaker for you?” she asks, and I can hear the tremble in her voice.
“No, I definitely want kids with you, gorgeous. I want a little girl who looks exactly like her mother—and by the way, your cherry red hair was hot, but I like this natural look much better. It’s you,” I murmur, letting my fingers move through a few strands of her blonde hair.
Izzy rolls her eyes—something she seems to do a lot around me. “Just one girl, then?” she asks.
“Hell no. I’ll give you as many kids as you want, baby.”
“That’s a good answer, Candy-boy. Still, what about my crazy hours?”
“Honestly, sometimes with the club, my hours are worse. There are also times when I have to be out of town and unable to check in regularly. It’s not ideal, but together we can make it all work, Isolde.”
“I noticed you called me Izzy a lot when you were drugging me. It kept sticking in my head, making me wonder what the change was. Now, you’re back to calling Isolde.”
“Yeah. Isolde is my name for you. It’s special. It felt wrong to call you that name when I was kind of lying to you. I hated what I did—at least in part—but I was desperate. I couldn’t lose you. I truly can’t live without you, woman. Fuck, I was having trouble just breathing when I was away from you.”
Izzy leans down and kisses me. When she pulls back, her eyes are sparkling—with happiness and love. “Okay, Candy-boy. If we’re doing this, I’m going to want a house that is somewhere midway to both the Kings’ clubhouse and the hospital.”
I freeze—almost afraid to breathe. “You’re willing to move to Tennessee?”
“Wasn’t that always the plan? I mean, you did get me the information on St. Lutheran Hospital.”
“Well, I did, but I thought you would prefer if I moved to Kentucky.”
“You’d be willing to do that?” she asks, obviously shocked.
“If that’s where you’re happy, yes. I’ll find a club there, or just a regular job. I’m a good mechanic. I can adapt until you’re settled and through your training. Then, we can decide the next move from there.”
“I do love you, Caleb,” she murmurs, hugging me close. “St. Lutheran had a resident opening. If it’s still available, I think I’d be okay with moving. I’d rather find a house now and have that in place so when we do decide we want kids?—”
“Isolde, you need to shut up.”
“What the hell?” she gasps.
