I want to believe her. Part of meneedsto believe her.
I make a pshaw sound. “If she had, how would we have developed such strength of character?”
“To strength of character,” she says, lifting her water glass to mine. I tap them together, only then realizing there are two full plates of food in front of us, and neither of us has taken a bite.
Fuck. The food looks and smells delicious too.
I reallyamin love with Cole Garrison.
“You know,” Bryn says slyly. “Rory invited him over for Thanksgiving. He gave him the oldlet me think about it, but maybe his answer would change if you talked to him about it.”
“There you go, with the old Mayberry manipulations,” I say, but I don’t really mind.
I actually want him to come.
* * *
My mind keeps taunting me, saying,You. Yeah, you. You’re in love with Cole Garrison.
I’m not a total fucking idiot, so I don’t tell him, obviously. Idomeet him for lunch and an afternoon delight at his apartment on Friday, and from the way he kisses me, he’s every bit as thrilled by the nurse’s uniform I’m wearing under my coat as I hoped he’d be.
“Can I pretend I’m still sick?” he asks, his eyes soaking me in after I take off my coat and throw it in one of the living room chairs.
“As long as you don’t throw up on me.” I cock my hip. “That would really kill the vibe.”
“Maybe you should undress me to make sure I don’t have any injuries,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “I think I might have a bum knee.”
“Well, I’d obviously be able to identify that on sight, so let’s take your pants off.”
He closes the curtains and then stalks back to me, moving with cat-like grace for someone who has a bum knee, but Idobelieve in making very thorough examinations, so I slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, freeing his hard-on, and push them down.
I tsk my tongue. “Your knee looks just fine, Mr. Garrison, but I have serious concerns about your cock. Why, they say it’s dangerous to have an erection for more than twelve hours.”
He releases a dark chuckle that turns into a very different sound as I push down his boxer briefs and stroke him, root to tip. I revel in the way his head tips back slightly, his eyes closing the first time my hand makes contact. I soak him in—the way his long lashes look against his cheeks, the slight upward twist of his mouth as I pleasure him, the long, thick erection I’m caressing with my hand.
Stepping out of his pants and underwear, he pushes them aside.
“What does your examination tell you?” he asks, breathlessly, reaching up the flippy skirt of my uniform and sighing when he feels I’m wearing only a thong.
“There’s only one treatment that might work, I’m afraid. It’s experimental, but I’m willing to give it a try.”
His clever fingers find my clit, and he plays with it, circling and flicking, while I give him another stroke with my hand.
“You’re very wet,” he says, his voice husky. “Is that for me?”
“It is,” I say, “because I’m going to have to ride your cock. In the name of science.”
“Well, if it’s for science.”
Keeping hold of his cock, I lead him to the couch, then push him down, and he goes with a grin on his face, but I know what he looks like without a shirt on, and I’m not going to take that little pleasure from myself. “Better take your shirt off too. I believe in thorough examinations.”
So he does, smiling at me. “I think you’d better keep that uniform on, though.”
“Agreed,” I say. “It’s only appropriate.”
I take off my thong and climb onto him, gasping a little as I adjust him and lower down onto his cock. The way he fills me…it’s like nothing else I’ve ever experienced, it’s like a revelation. And his hand instantly reaches down for my clit as I start moving on him, because he’s always solicitous of my pleasure. Looking into his eyes as I move my hips, taking him in and out, I feel it—love, love, love.
And there’s something in his eyes too that makes me hope that maybe, maybe he’ll feel the same way at some point.
