Seeing Felicia has helped her find an inner tranquility. Personally, I think having a woman so close to her own age to speak to and not judge her has been one of the biggest motivators for her. She still volunteers at the center because it gives her a sense of fulfillment she seems to enjoy. Thankfully, Zach was able to have that counted towards her full-time employment and community service, so she no longer has to work in that dingy fucking hotel.
“Mr. Hart!” My boisterous doctor greets me, breaking into my thoughts of Ash. He’s a nice guy, just a little too cheerful for my liking.
“Hey, doc,” I groan as I stand, more than ready for the cast to go.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fucking peachy.”
His laughter rings through the hallways of the hospital. “Jovial as ever I see.”
“Let’s get this fucker off.”
I have followed all of the instructions to heal the best I could, so I don’t have to wear this fucking thing any longer than necessary. Including not being balls deep in my woman every chance I get. And so help me, God, if this doesn’t come off today, I might blow a fucking gasket.
“Impatient are we?” He laughs again as we enter the exam room like he’s in on some big joke I don’t know about.
“Doc, if you don’t take this thing off, I will.”
He gives me a knowing look. “I see. She must be quite the woman.” Pride flushes my cheeks.
“Sure is, doc,” I confirm. She’s my everything.
“Let’s get you outta here, then!”
Declan
Finally free of any constraints after another six weeks of wearing that stupid fucking boot, I’m healed and have the all clear to maul my woman. Even after having the hard cast off, she refused to have sex. In ways, it has been good, in others not so much. Anytime I wanted to bury myself inside of her, she would give a killer blow job. The woman would inhale my cock until I begged for mercy. As good as that was, all I wanted was inside her warm cunt.
Now I’m on my way to the center to pick her up, and I’m keeping her in bed for as long as my cock can still get hard. I have three and a half fucking months of pent up frustration and need inside of me. Today, she’s mine. Feeling inside my jeans pocket for a small pouch, I plan to make it official.
Ashley
I hear him before I see him. It’s too cold for his motorcycle, but his truck has the same aggressive growl. My stomach is in knots as I watch his headlights roll around the corner…Again. I still wake up from nightmares of the accident, and not seeing him gives me anxiety. But when he rolls to a stop in front of me, it dissipates as if it were never there.
“Hey, gorgeous.” His smile lights up his whole face, and I know his boot is finally gone.
“How you doing, handsome?” I purr into the open window.
“Get your beautiful ass in here. Tonight, you’re mine.” The growl, the possession, the heat in his tone has a shiver running up my spine.
Climbing in, he grabs my hand and places it on his thigh. That’s it. Simple, yet effective. Anticipation flows through me like the rivers in the Amazon. Fierce, powerful, intoxicating. I need this man like I need to breathe. Not just sexually, either. He’s the air I take into my lungs, the light that shines through my dark mind. Without him, I hate to think of who or what I would have become in the last few months.
It’s been a trying time, that’s a given. Nonetheless, my family has rallied together to help me take care of him. More than anything else they could have said or done, that proved I am well and truly moving on from the past. We are closer than ever now, with a new understanding flowing through our relationship since all my truths have been revealed. It hasn’t been easy, but for the first time in a long time, I am finally able to be the real me. The me I am meant to be.
The drive back to Declan’s house, soon to be mine as well, was quiet but filled with pent up tension from both of us. Since he hasn’t been able to work, the sneaky bastard has been slowly moving my stuff into his home, thinking I wouldn’t notice.
Little does he know it’s what I want too, if only he would ask. It’s not his style to seek permission, and I can appreciate it. If he were to give an option, there’s always the chance of rejection, and I’m not sure h
e’d handle that type of failure, not with me.
Finally pulling into his drive, I admire his small Tudor home. There isn’t much in way of rooms, but the acre of land surrounding it solidifies its beauty. Filled with trees of all kinds, enclosed, private. We’ve watched the sun set on his back porch a few times, and as it disappears into the tree line, I always lose my breath at the magnificence of the simple elegance.
Without realizing he’s left the truck, I’m startled when Declan opens my door, holding out his hand as he pulls me into his embrace. Mouth descending on mine in a light caress, he tastes of coffee and something sweet I can’t quite identify as our tongues tangle.
His hands sliding down my back have shivers racking my spine as he lifts me in his arms, not once breaking contact with my lips. As he walks towards the house, his lips start a slow slide along my jaw, where he quietly whispers, “I’m going to take you slow.” I moan at the husky quality to his voice. “Then I’m going to take you fast.” There’s that shiver again. “Finally, I’ll take everything.”
“Yes,” I mewl into the night air, my echoes carrying on the wind.