As I was on the verge of changing the subject, there was a noise in the doorway, and I turned just in time to see Emily walk through. Her eyes immediately landed on mine, showing a brief moment of surprise before that faded and she fully concentrated on Bettie, halting a few steps past the entrance.
Where did the surprise come from? Did she think I was already gone? Or was she remembering what I’d just done to her pussy and that was her reaction to me?
“Your call button was on,” Emily said. “Do you want me to come back since you have company ... or ...?”
“Come in, my darling.” Bettie motioned her in farther. “I was hoping you could get me a little more situated.”
“Of course.” Emily’s eyes didn’t land on me even once as she went to the other side of Grandma’s bed. “Are you feeling too stiff in this position?”
“Extremely.” Grandma made a face. “Maybe lifting my legs a little higher will help.” When Emily grabbed the remote that would adjust the bed, Grandma added, “I think the position of the bed is fine. Let’s try an extra pillow.”
“No problem.” Emily went to the closet on the far side of the room.
While she opened the closet, getting on her tiptoes to reach the pillow on the upper shelf, Grandma said, “I can’t get over the kind ofcare I receive here. Between Emily and Maya, I’m treated like a queen. They’re the most caring, attentive, doting nurses.”
I nodded as I took in Emily, studying that perfect heart-shaped ass and those delicious thighs and her narrow waist. My dick fucking throbbed as if I hadn’t just come inside her. “She was the same way with Ben.”
As Emily headed our way, I still couldn’t take my eyes off her. Maybe it was how her scrubs didn’t just hang on her body but molded to my favorite parts of her. Maybe it was the light pink of those scrubs that brought out the blond in her hair and the blue of her eyes and the smoothness of her skin, a beauty like she was marching on a goddamn runway. Maybe it was that my cock was full of need again, dying to feel the snugness and wetness of her pussy.
Whatever the case was, I was fucking mesmerized, and once she smiled at Bettie, I was done—blown the hell away by her, wishing more than anything she’d come straddle me and put me out of my misery.
“I appreciate you saying that.” Emily carefully lifted my grandmother’s legs to put the additional pillow beneath them. “But that’s what Maya and I are here for. To make sure you’re your most fabulous self, so when you return home, you don’t, for any reason, find yourself back here.”
“Which will be a sad day, my lovely, knowing I won’t get to see you as often as I do here.” Grandma reached out her hand and as Emily stepped closer, those fingers went to Emily’s cheek.
“But you’ll still see plenty of Maya, I’m sure.” She let out a small laugh. “And you’ll see me when Maya and I take you out.” Emily adjusted the pillow behind my grandmother’s head.
Grandma pulled her hand back and looked at me. “Can you believe these gals want to spend their free time with me?”
“Why wouldn’t they?” I crossed my arms and legs, hoping to hide my hard-on. “When you’re not in full-on lecture mode, laying it on extra thick, you’re a pleasure to be with.”
“Gavin”—Grandma playfully slapped my arm—“my motive is and always will be love. That’s why I say those things to you.”
“But you still say them.” I chuckled.
Emily put her hands on her hips. “Bettie, I like this spicy side of you.” She nodded at me, her eyelids narrowed, her expression extra sexy. “Slap him harder.”
“Back in the day, I would have washed his mouth out with a bar of soap.” My grandmother sighed. “I’ve softened in my old age.”
Emily rubbed Bettie’s shoulder. “I can understand that, but at my age, I thrive off spice, and that man deserves a spanking for speaking to you that way.”
Yes, you do thrive off spice.
I leaned to the side, exposing an ass cheek. “Go ahead, ladies. I’m giving access and full permission.”
Grandma pushed the air, like it was trying to bite her. “I can’t with you young ones.”
“Oh, Bettie, what an opportunity!” Emily laughed, moving the blanket and tucking the sheets down. “Anyway, how’s the new position? Any better?”
“I’m much more comfortable, thank you,” Bettie admitted.
“If you’re feeling good, I’m going to run—”
“How about some fresh water?” My grandmother picked up her cup from the table and looked inside. “This isn’t cold anymore, and it’s been here since early this morning.”
“I’m sure Emily has aides to help with things like that,” I interjected before Emily could respond. “How about you let her get back to work, and she can send in someone to get you water?”
Emily lifted the cup and pitcher off the table. “I’m happy to do it. I’ll be back in a minute.”
