“I love making you come this hard,” he gasps back.“Oh,fuck, Clementine.”
He growls and curls his fingers into my hips and I canfeelhim come inside me, his thick cock jerking as he breathes hard.I keep moving until he’s stopped and is starting to go limp inside me, and he wraps one hand around my head and pulls me down.We kiss slowly, for a long time, our bodies touching.I pull my shirt back down over myself but I stay there, him still inside me, for longer than I should because it feels warm and good and right, and even though we’re on a hospital bed I just want this tolast.
Finally, I roll off, pulling my skirt down, and Hunter scoots over and then his arms are around me, my head on his chest, the scent of smoke still in his skin.He doesn’t say anything, but he plays with my hands, holding them up against his bigger ones, fingers splayed, palms together.Then he laces them together and kisses them slowly, pulling my arms over my shoulders.
I don’t know what he’s doing, and I don’t care.For the first time in days I’m exactly where I want to be.There’s nothing else I’m thinking about.Just this.
ChapterForty
Hunter
I’m playingwith Clementine’s hands, the two of us nestled together on the hospital bed.I’ve never been able to sit still so I’m running the tips of my fingers over her soft, bony knuckles, over the tendons in her hands, again and again.Sliding my fingers between hers, squeezing them, letting them go.
Visiting hours are nearly over, and I know at 8:55 on the dot one of the nurses is going to come in here and tell her to leave, but we’ve got another ten minutes before that happens and I just want to lie here with her in my arms.
“I’ve got something to get excited about,” she says at last, her voice slow and lazy.
“What?”I ask.
She flexes her hand as I stroke over her knuckles again, her fingers twisting against mine.
“I’ve got a double bed,” she says.“It’sactuallybig enough for two adults to sleep in.”
I smile into her hair, because I feel a little like a kid on the first day of school, excited and nervous.
“I think we’ve done an admirable job with the available tools,” I say.
She laughs softly, then kisses the knuckles on one of my hands.
“I guess I should tell people about you,” she says.“They’re gonna be confused when I show up places holding hands with a tall buff guy they’ve never met.”
“I can’tbelieveyou haven’t told anyone we’re together,” I tease.
“Whenwas I gonna tell anyone?”she asks, laughing.“Hunter, I thought you’d fallen off the face of the earth until what, last week?”
“Is it because I embarrass you?”
“Yeah, it’s really horrible having to introduce my charming, former-Marine current-firefighter boyfriend to people,” she says.“I can justtellthey’re thinking I could do better.”
“You forgot cowboy,” I point out.
“I should just tell people I’m lonely and I’ve hired a male prostitute,” she says.“Spare myself the shame.”
“No one would believe you,” I say, laughing into her hair.“I’d be way out of a forest ranger’s price range if I were a hooker.”
We’re both quiet for another moment.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I say.
“I wish you were leaving with me,” she says quietly.“The real bed’s at my place.”
For a moment, she threads her fingers through mine looking thoughtful.I let her do it and watch.
“I’ve never done that,” I say, thoughtfully.
“Done what?”
“Woken up with you next to me.”
