A flurry of movement came next as Chalk removed his clothes and laid me back on the table. Exposed. “Got any condoms?” he asked.
“In my room, top drawer,” I gushed. I had a few scattered in there and hoped he found them. I watched Chalk’s perfect tight butt move to the bedroom and come back with one on.
“Now, we’re good to go,” he grinned then entered me, thrusting slowly, grinding as my legs wrapped around his back. He pounded into me while pushing his warm tongue into my mouth, nearly matching his thrusting rhythm. Slow, breathy grunts left my lips as Chalk fell off the cliff with me in orgasm. He fell forward as he kissed my stomach.
“This gives new meaning to cooking in the kitchen,” I said with a chuckle.
“I’m happy to cook anytime,” Chalk said as he kissed the top of my pubic mound.
“Chalk, Chalk, Chalk,” I said with a self-satisfied grin.
He chuckled softly in response and lifted me off the counter gently.
I found my underwear on the kitchen floor. I wiggled back into my panties as I watched Chalk biting his bottom lip. The muscles in his arms were straining, his veins standing out. The man was sexilicious and I wanted a second round. He pulled his boxer briefs back on, and I counted myself lucky because he reminded me of a Calvin Klein model.
His eyes were watching me, appreciating the curves of my body. “I think we’ve worked up an appetite now. Order take out?” His brow knitted together.
I fell into heap on him. I cuddled into him, enjoying the afterglow of us. “Sure. I could eat,” I said softly.
Chalk pushed my hair back with a sentimental look in his eyes. His fingers touched mine as he ran feather light strokes over my arm. There were words begging to be spoken, words that would lead us to a new way forward.
Goosebumps formed on my arms as I listened to the timed rhythm of his heart.
“We found our way back, Lucy,” Chalk stated in a hoarse voice.
Chalk was home to me. An anchor in the storm of my topsy-turvy life as I struggled to hold back the tears from the journey we’d endured. I nodded my head in agreement. “We found our way back to one another. We did it.”
Chalk’s grin told me we were in the sweet spot. This was us. “I’m staying, Chalk, I’m not leaving my family again. If I was going to spiral down again, I would have already done it. I want a life with you and my baby girl,” the crucial words I’d been wanting to say rolled off my lips with sincerity.
Chalk’s cobalt eyes sung their sweet lullaby to me. “I believe you. I can see it. I don’t want anybody else but you baby. Just you. Just my family. I wanna make it official. You, me and Sarah. Our family back together again,” he proclaimed.
One of my tears splashed onto his arm. I couldn’t help it because I didn’t know if this moment would ever, ever happen again.
“I hope they’re tears of joy,” Chalk asked in mild shock.
“They are. They are.” My world was all right now as we finally came to the point where we needed to be.
Chalk smiled as he wiped my tears away with his thumbs, so lovingly, so softly. Our life was coming full circle and we were right where we needed to be.
Our night passed blissfully. I couldn’t wait until this was every night.
I was at the nurse’s station the next day.
One of my co-workers was giggling at me. “I know that look, you got lucky. You’re all glowing and stuff.”
Heat flushed to my face as I widened my eyes at the ladies. I wasn’t one to kiss and tell with my partners. I ignored them and looked at my roster. “New patient Room 201C. Who is that? Gunshot wound. Hmm. In Holbeck, my god.”
“Hmm. Yup. Left shoulder graze, flesh wound, just keeping her for observation for now. Just a dressing of the wound, nothing serious,” Nurse Klein added.
“Okay,” I added. I headed to the next room on my list of rounds. I always liked to introduce myself to new patients, so they would feel comfortable with me during their stay.
I walked in and my heart sank.
Laying on top of the hospital sheets was Angie Carmichael with an arm sling on and a foul look on her face.
“Angie? What – what are you doing in here?”
“Welp. I’m not here for milk and cookies that’s for sure.” She sighed as she winced and tried to slide herself up the bed.
I quickly intervened and propped the pillow up behind her, so she could sit up.
“I got shot by Rocky. I was out in town and he must have followed me. Apparently, he didn’t like my article,” she said, her tone matching her gloomy disposition.
“Shit. I’m sorry to hear that. Did you report it?” I wasn’t happy she was shot and I felt like the most horrible woman on earth because deep down, I was thinking I told you so. Smart mouths get people in trouble sometimes and Angie was no exception.
“I did. I don’t know what they can do, because he fled. Such is the life of an investigative reporter.”
How the tables turn in life. Oh boy, don’t they turn.