Always With You: Part One (8 page)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Cash

I
don’t
know how time got away from me like it did, but I’m driving like a maniac to get back to the hospital.  I feel like I let Olivia down by not being there when she got the first bit of good news.

She texted me about an hour ago. She said that the surgery was successful, Darrin was off heart-lung bypass machine and that the doctor was sewing him up.  Her tone seemed cheerful and relieved, so
I
was cheerful and relieved.  I tried to leave right then, but Gavin had a couple of issues he wanted to discuss.  He said it’d take five minutes, but somehow five turned into thirty-five. I’m only minutes from the hospital—finally—but that doesn’t make me feel any better.

My phone bleeps with another incoming text and I take a quick second at a red light to look down at it. 

Olivia:  The doctor came out to talk to me.  Dad’s prognosis is extremely promising. He won’t be awake for a while so I can’t see him, but they’ve moved him to a room in the CVICU.

I tap out a quick reply.

Me:  So glad to hear it, babe!  I’m almost there.  Where are you?

Olivia:  Still in the waiting room. Just come here.

Me:  Okay.  Be there soon.  Love you.

Olivia:  And I love you, baby.

I smile at the pet name.  It speaks to her mood, which seems very good. I’m pleased about that.  I was beginning to worry how she’d tolerate all this upheaval in her life on top of not being able to get pregnant. She’s strong, though. I don’t know why I’m surprised that she bounced back so quickly.

I just hope there’s not another storm on the horizon.  She needs some calm waters for a little while.  This would be enough to drive anyone mad.

As I’m pulling onto the hospital grounds, I get another text.  I glance down at it as I’m decelerating on my approach to the parking garage.  It’s a picture of Olivia’s naked chest, shirt unbuttoned, bra pulled down and the fingers of one hand tweaking her nipple. 

“Holy shit!” I mutter.  My leg jerks and my foot slams on the gas for a second. I have to hit the brake and yank the steering wheel to the left to avoid the concrete barrier that separates the incoming and outgoing lanes of the parking deck. 
What the hell is she up to?

I slide into the first parking spot I can find, one that’s not really meant for a full-sized car, but I take it anyway. They can give me a ticket; I don’t give a shit.  Some things are more important than parking peculiarities. Things like whatever has gotten into my wife.  I didn’t expect her to bounce back this quickly, but I’m damn sure not gonna gripe about it.

I shift into park and cut the engine, taking a second to reply before I leap from the car and lock it as I’m jogging off toward the hospital entrance.

Me:  Are those for me?

Olivia:  They could be.  So could…other things.

Mother of God!  I’m going into a hospital with a dick as stiff as the steel I-beams holding this place together.

Me:  What kinds of other things?

Olivia:  All sorts of things, starting with these.

There’s a long pause before another picture comes in.  I’m on the elevator, praying to God that my reception doesn’t fail on the way up.  And it doesn’t.  I’m staring at the screen when it comes in.  My mouth goes dry as desert dirt when I see it.  It’s a photo of Olivia’s hip, one thumb hooked in the elastic of her lace panties as if she’s in the process of pulling them down.

Me:  Don’t move a muscle.  I’ll be there in two minutes.

Even if I have to get out and take the stairs, I think to myself, willing the elevator to climb faster.  It seems like an eternity has passed before the doors open with a muted swoosh to set me free.  I hop out and bound down the hall toward the small waiting room where I left my wife.  Of course she’s not in here.  She can’t be if she’s sending me half naked pictures.

I text her and note the fine tremor of my hand.  God I love Olivia!  Only she could do this to me.

Me:  I’m in the waiting room. Where are you?

Olivia:  Down the hall to the right, last door in the cubbyhole at the en
d
.

I waste no time following her map and finding my way to the single door at the unlit end of the hall. Two supply carts are partially obscuring the door. Bloodflow to my cock increases immediately.  We might as well be in a deserted wing.

Me:  I’m here.

Olivia:  Come on in.

I twist the knob and open the door slowly.  There’s nothing more than a sink and a toilet and my wife, standing in the center of the small room, smiling.

“You’re dressed.”

“I didn’t want to ruin anything for you. I know how much you like taking my clothes off.”

I walk stiffly toward her, clenching and unclenching my fists.  How can she still do this to me after all this time?  Hell if I know, but I’m not one to complain.

As I draw closer, she backs up to the sink until it hits her in the ass and she has to stop.

“We’re gonna be banned from bathrooms before too long. You realize that, don’t you?”

She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

I reach forward and unbutton her shirt, parting it to reveal her creamy flesh.

“What was it you sent me a picture of, exactly?” I ask.  “I think I need you to show me in person.”

Her hands are shaking, too, when she reaches up to pull the cups of her bra down to expose her pebbled nipples.  She twists and pinches them, her breath escaping her lips in a hushed little huff.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her on a growl as I bend to take one peak into my mouth.  Immediately, she arches her back and fists her fingers in my hair.  “Whatever happens next, you just remember that you did this. 
You
did this.”

I flick open the snap to her shorts and push them down her legs along with her panties.  I reach between her thighs and spread her slick folds.  She’s slippery and ready. 
Holy hell!

“You’ve been a naughty girl today, it seems,” I tell her, thrusting two fingers deep into her.  She comes up on her toes and I feel her muscles clench deliciously around my digits.

I look up into her stunningly flushed face and remove my fingers long enough to turn her toward the mirror.  “Do you remember our first bathroom?” I ask, moving my hands back to her breasts, rolling her delectable nipples between my thumb and forefingers.  She lets her head rest back on my chest, her eyes dark with barely controlled desire.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I kiss my way along the curve of her neck and move my right hand to her right leg, lifting until it’s resting along the cool ceramic of the sink.  The position spreads her wide and my mouth actually waters when I look at the reflection of her slick, swollen pussy.

“Jesus,” I mutter, nipping her flesh with my teeth, but unable to take my eyes off her body.  I move my palm up the inside of her thigh to her clit. She jerks against me when I pinch it lightly.  “I’ll kiss that later. I promise,” I vow as I rub slow circles over it until she’s relaxed again.  “I swear to God, Olivia, I’ve never felt anything like you. I wish you knew what it’s like to touch you, to put my fingers in you, my tongue in you, my cock in you.  To be inside this perfect body.”

“Cash, please,” she moans, moving her hips against my hand.

“Unzip me,” I tell her, watching as my middle finger disappears into her and then reappears slick with her need. I flex my hips into her when I feel her fumbling with my fly and I can’t help groaning when her strong fingers wind around me. 

“Now give me your hand,” I instruct, knowing I’ll probably lose it as soon as I plunge into her.  But I don’t care.  We’re going to see this through the right way.

Olivia brings her hand to mine and I take her fingers and press them into her along with mine. I force them deep and then bring them back out to massage her rigid clit.  I work them faster and faster until her breath is coming in short bursts.  She’s close. I can practically feel it coming.

I release her nipple and drag my other hand between us.  I push her forward with my chest until her ass is pushed up and out.  I pause long enough to find her eyes in the mirror.  They’re half closed and her mouth is half open.  I take a deep breath and ease into her as slowly as I can.  Her body clutches snugly around the thickness of my cock and I have to grit my teeth to keep control.

“Christ almighty, you’re so hot. And I’m so hard. Can you feel that?” I ask, moving her fingers around to form a V around the base of me, where our bodies join.  I pull out and ease back in, shuddering when her fingers slip and slide and tighten around me.

She moves, rubbing her wetness over her clit and then back down around my cock just as I’m pulling out.  Her muscles clamp. Her breath hitches.  And when I slam back into her, the first spasm hits, pulling me right over the edge with her.

“Cash, oh God!”

Thought abandons me. Finesse deserts me. I sink my fingers into the flesh of her hips, I grip her as tight as I can and I jackhammer my body into hers.  I’m vaguely aware of her screaming my name, of that deep sense of satisfaction I always feel when she comes apart so utterly for me.  But it’s partly lost in the passion that’s riding me like a vicious habit I never want to kick. When I explode into her, I have to reach around with one hand to steady myself against the sink just so that I don’t topple us both and have us end up on the floor.

I’m quiet for exactly seven heartbeats when I feel it. Come.  Hers, mine…it eases from within her to run down my balls. Just like I told her it would that first time in the bathroom at Tad’s Sports Bar and Grill, all those months ago.

I rally enough to pull out and ram my body up into hers one last time, hoping against hope that we can create a life this day.  I know there is nothing I could do to make my wife happier.  And that’s all I want out of
my
life—to make Olivia happy.

A FINAL WORD

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A few times in life, I’ve found myself in a position of such love and appreciation that saying THANK YOU seems trite, like it’s just not enough.  That is the position that I find myself in now when it comes to you, my readers.  You are the sole reason that my dream of being a writer has come true and your encouragement keeps me going.  It brings me unimaginable pleasure to hear that you love my work, that it has touched you in some way, that it has made life seem a little bit better for having read it.  So it is from the depths of my soul, from the very bottom of my heart that I say I simply cannot THANK YOU enough, which I say a lot of
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