Page 51 of Absinthe Dreams
I put my thumb against her asshole and teased it, and she cried out and pushed back, inviting the touch. I licked my thumb and pressed it against the tight ring of tissue and played as I fucked her, lubing it up, pressing, pressing, pressing, until that tight ring gave way and let me in. She yowled like a cat, and one arm disappeared beneath her as she found her clit with her fingertips, and her pussy tightened up around my invading cock.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” I encouraged, as she slicked her fingers through the wetness between her thighs and went to town against her clit.
Ohyeah. That was good, that was precious. I gritted my teeth and held on to myself as long as I could. Just when I couldn’t anymore, she cried out, her pussy danced around my cock, pulling me in, and I lost my steady cadence and thrust in harder, pulling my thumb from her tight little asshole and collapsing over the top of her as I poured my essence inside her grasping, tight cunt.
It felt good, marking her both inside and out like that, and I couldn’t wait to go even further with her. I wanted to claim every bit of her, from her mouth to her back door. I was a freak like that.
We were both spent by this time, and lay cuddled against one another, panting and gasping for breath, neither one of us caring about or minding our mess.
“I’m on birth control,” she said finally, and I kissed her forehead.
“Do you want us to use protection from now on?” I asked. It didn’t really matter to me either way.
“I feel like a bad doctor,” she said with a laugh, and I shook my head.
“You feel like a woman who knew what she wanted in the moment and took it. I can appreciate that,” I said, and I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me, and I pressed my lips against her forehead. When I pulled back, she had her eyes closed and this serene, almost peaceful look upon her face.
“You good?” I asked.
She nodded faintly and cuddled into my side more, laying her head on my shoulder.
“You wouldn’t mind?” she asked. “Wrapping it up, you know, in the future?”
“Not at all,” I said casually. “Especially if it means I get to do more of that with you… you know, in the future.”
She smiled. I could feel the curve of her lips against my chest. Her fingertips at my shoulder, running them over the seam of scar tissue there, gently palpating the old wound that she’d patched up once upon a time and stabilized my ass so I could get into surgery.
I wanted to tell her that I was sure she’d stolen a part of my heart that night, and had held a piece of my love wrapped in gratitude in the pocket of her scrubs ever since – but I definitely didn’t want to scare her off or come on too strong.
“Sleep, baby,” I whispered, and gave her a little squeeze. “Got a long day tomorrow, the both of us.”
“Mm.” She made a small noise of agreement and sighed. It wasn’t long before her light breaths deepened, becoming long and even as she drifted off on my chest.
I held her, staring into the dark, the ceiling fan above her bed going at a good clip and cooling us and hoped that even after I took care of her little problem by way of her pet psychopath, if we had a shot at things beyond that…
I certainly hoped so.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Genesis…
I fucked up.
Oooo, Ifucked up…
I hadn’t peed after sex the night before like I should have, and I was already starting to feel it midway through my work shift, no matter how much water I drank. I had topee– or at least I had the feeling like I did, and everyfive seconds, I swear to God.
Damnit.
“You good?” ReJeanne asked me, and I shook my head.
“If you see Dr. Kincannon, ask him to write me a script for some Macrobid, would you?” I told her, and she gave me a knowing look.
“Do you one better,” she said. “For some instant relief, go get you some Alka-Seltzer. Three times a day for the next three to seven days. Might not even need the Macrobid.”
“What?” I asked. “Seriously?”
“Seriously!” she said, and she was earnest.
