“Touch me,” she whispered and pressed back on him as he pulled out.
“I'm going to, baby. All over.” He leaned over the top of her and pressed one hand to the bed beside her balled-up fist. The other gripped her breast, massaging and tugging softly as he worked her into a wet mess. “How are you tight every time? We fuck like rabbits.”
“Shhhh...” She arched her hips, working him from her angle as best she could. The pressure was incredible and, accompanied with the power of his thrust, she found herself coming again quickly.
“Come for me.” He drilled himself into her and moved up, gripping her hips tightly. “Tell me if I hurt you, Jamie.”
“You're not. Just don't stop.” She tried to catch her breath, loving how winded he left her. Of all the men she'd taken to her bed over the years, no one was like Alex Reid. Between the size of his cock and his confidence when making love... he was the pinnacle of ecstasy, and he was hers. Forever.
“I'm not going to, baby. I'm close to coming, so build it up again and come with me.” He ran one hand up her back, gripping the back of her neck as he lifted a little higher, creating a whole new sensation that sparked electricity deep inside of her.
“Like that. Just like that.” She gripped the sheets and bounced backward on him, forgetting the argument from earlier completely. They would always be able to let things go and get over the trivial. They just had to get naked.
“Come, Jamie! This is it for me.” He yelled as his body exploded, sending her over the edge just by the sound of it.
They worked each other until he moved back and she lay down on her side with a large exhale. He moved up behind her and cuddled her against him, kissing and licking at the side of her neck.
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sp; “If this is the result of us arguing, I'm going to pick a fight every day.” He laughed and tightened his arms around her.
“Please do.” She smiled and let her eyes close. “I'm going to sleep for a little while and then go to the hospital.”
“I'll go with you.” He kissed her cheek.
“No, go take care of the situation with Paul. I'll be fine. I promise.” She turned her face enough to get a quick kiss from him and then settled back down as sleep took her under.
*
Her sister had left the hospital an hour before Jamie got there, or so her mother had bitched for about ten minutes when she arrived.
“Mom. Can I have a minute alone with Dad?” Jamie stopped outside of the ICU door as her mother moved in behind her. Everyone else had already seen her dad. Her nap went from an hour to three, and she was late, which didn't bode well. Nothing ever did with her mother anyway.
“I guess.” Her mom gave her a look and turned to walk back down the hall. By the way she carried herself, Jamie knew she was tired. Too tired to fight, which was almost a good place to keep the woman.
Jamie waited a minute, trying to settle her racing heart before pushing the door open and walking in. Her dad was hooked up to a ton of machines, most of which were beeping or making loud noises.
Tears filled her eyes as she moved toward him. The color of his skin was concerning, and his eyes were wide as if he was scared to death.
“Daddy?” She moved to his side and reached out, touching his hand. It was bloated, as was the rest of him.
He gave her a weak smile, but didn't say anything.
The nurse across from her pressed a button on the machine closest her. “He's doing great. This was an intense procedure that they put him through. It's going to take a few days before he's able to catch his breath and really start talking again.”
“Okay,” Jamie whispered as tears dripped down her face. She reached up and touched the side of her dad's cheek. “I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay?”
A tear ran down her dad's cheek, which ripped her open inside. She pressed her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying, and moved in closer, rubbing the side of his cheek to wipe away the tear. “The doctors and nurses said you did really great. I'm so proud of you.” She gave him a weak smile as he watched her with glassy eyes.
Was he glad to see her? Her mom? Her sister? None of them had been particularly good to each other over the course of their lives, but here, laying in the hospital, clinging to life, was he happy to have them beside him?
Jamie made herself a promise that no matter what, she was going to start spending more time with her dad. Her mother and sister might be horrid bitches, but her dad was a good man. She needed to have him as a bigger part of her life.
A nurse politely cleared her throat. “I'm going to have to replace a few of these tubes now. I'm not so sure you're going to want to be in here for this part.” The nurse gave her a weak smile.
“Okay. I'll be just outside. Just let me know when I can come back in.” She turned to her dad. “I'll be back. They're going to freshen up some of your stuff.”
He nodded, but his expression never changed.