Page 106 of A Light in the Darkness
Remy
“I hear someone’s going ho—” The nurse’s chipper voice cuts off when she sees the death glare I’m giving her. I indicate Claire, who’s curled up against me, her blonde hair splayed out across my chest, her drool pooling underneath me on the sheets. I don’t dare move her.
Every time I’ve woken up this week, she’s watching me, never sleeping despite the fact she looks exhausted. Beautiful, but exhausted. I guess that’s my fault for getting shot and nearly dying.
I think I was closer to death than I’ll ever let on, but it was filled with her the whole time. I dreamed of the sweetest things—a life without pain or struggle, a family of beautiful kids that look just like her, a home that always smells like whatever Elaine’s cooking. Waking up was almost sad, but then I heard her and Rhea, and they threw themselves at me, and I decided I can make the reality better than the fantasy.
It's been three days since I woke up, and it’s been three days of torture as I’ve had her in my bed and been unable to do anything about it. The catheter up my dick was kind of a mood killer, but now that it’s out, I can hardly wait to be inside of her. She dulls the pain just by being near, but I know once I’m inside her, that it will melt away completely. And maybe it’s selfish of me to want her so badly when things haven’t exactly been easy. I’ve watched her juggle the stream of visitors, the calls from Dimitri and Kent and Rich and the ones from Elaine, too. Apparently, Claire has an admirer back in Costa Rica, eagerly waiting for her return. But I’m not willing to share her just yet.
I got her back for less than a day the way she was, and then I got myself shot. These last few days have been interrupted by a constant stream of people barging in—doctors, nurses, priests, well-meaning family members, more nurses… like now.
“You have everything in order?” I ask, taking the folder she passes to me.
“It’s all here. We already gave you the talk, but as a reminder, avoid operating any heavy machinery, don’t lift anything over fifteen pounds, no—” I cut her off with a wave of my hand, not interested in hearing the dog and pony show.
“We’ll be staying until she wakes up.” I inform the nurse. “I don’t want to be interrupted again.”
Her lips part, and I think she’s going to object, but then she shakes her head. “Fine. If you wanna pay for the extra time, be my guest. It’s not like we need the room.”
It’s been quiet the last few days, which has been obnoxious, since it’s allowed all of the staff to focus on me. I also think it may be why they made me stay the extra time... when I go, they’ll be bored.
Our entourage has certainly kept the hospital staff entertained— Violet apparently loves to bake, and I have no idea where they’re going to at night for her to bake, and I also haven’t gotten the courage to try anything from her after watching how easily she stabbed Addison, but the nurses love her daily treats. The senator has charmed the pants off a few of them, maybe even literally, because he’s clearly going through something. I’d think Wes was doing the same, but I’m not sure Violet is into sharing, and he’d have to be even dumber than he already is to cross her. I sent my own sister and Dimitri back to school to finish her degree so that she can make good on the plan she explained to Claire, but the rest of them are here like a fucking plague I can’t get rid of.
“Tell them I’m gone.” I tell Nurse Amy, just before she ducks out the door. She laughs, shaking her head without any need for further explanation.
I don’t know how much time passes. I’m counting the freckles on the tip of Claire’s nose when I feel her move, just a little at first. And then she sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Oh my god,” she groans. “How embarrassing.”
“It’s cute,” I argue, tapping the tip of her nose, where I got to five freckles before she moved.
“Cute?” She groans again. “Just what every woman wants the man who she loves to call her.”
“I could give you the ABC’s, if you want. You’re Astounding, beautiful, cute, desirable, elegant—”
“No.” She claps a hand to my mouth, effectively cutting me off, and shakes her head. “No more.”
When I laugh, she lets her hand fall and wipes at her eyes, like she can chase away the need for sleep. “They still haven’t been in with the discharge paperwork?”
“They have.” I tell her, moving some hair off of her face. “But we’re not leaving this bed until we’ve made good use of it.”
Claire stares at me, her eyes flitting to the file folder on the tray next to the bed. “Good use of it?” She repeats. “I thought you’d be sick of this bed by now.”
“Oh, I am.” I assure her. “But I’ll never get sick of your sweet pussy, and I need it so bad right now.”
Claire’s mouth falls open, her eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly so.” I nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to try and alleviate some of the need building in me. “I almost died, and you wouldn’t have been the last thing I tasted. It’s a crime we need to remedy immediately.”
“Not a chance.” She rolls off the bed, but I catch her wrist before she can stand, tugging her back down to the mattress beside me. “Please,” I beg, dusting a finger along her collarbone and delighting in the way her breathing picks up. “I need you so bad. I’ve been on my best behavior.”
Begging is new for me, but it seems to be doing something for both of us, judging by the little moan that slips out of the back ofher throat. I slip my hand beneath her top, running a finger over her nipple, making her back arch.
“We can’t…”
“Of course we can.”
“No,” she shakes her head, but I press my mouth to hers before she can tell me why, enticing her into a kiss that starts soft and sweet. But the need grows in both of us, and my cock is throbbing, desperate for her to soothe the ache. I can feel her relent, and by the time I pull away and tell her to draw the curtain, she’s putty in my hands… which is fitting, because that’s how she makes me feel.
