Page 29 of Finally Yours
I walk over to her and hold her hands. “H…how did you do this?” she whispers. “How did you make this happen?”
I shrug sheepishly. “I lobbied the board a bit. They were already planning on expanding that department, so I just went to them and told them that they needed to name it after the people most deserving. And they agreed. I wanted all of us, you especially, to have this to remember them by.” I stop and use my thumb to wipe away one of her tears. “I love you, Lyla. I love you more than I ever thought possible and more than youeven realize. You are what keeps me going. You are the person I want by my side forever. And it’s okay if you don’t want to stay in Savannah. If you want to leave this place behind, I’ll leave it with you. But I need you. I need you with me. Not because of my need to keep things the same. But because you’re my everything. I want to have kids with you. I want to have a little girl with your blue eyes and bouncy curls. I want to have date nights with you until we’re old and grey. Lyla, I want it all.”
I don’t realize the microphone has picked any of that up until I hear Nurse Vicky hooting, “Kiss him, Lyla! For God’s sake, kiss the man!”
So, that’s what she does. She kisses me long and hard, and then looks at me with love shining in those blue eyes. “I want it all with you too, Asher Cannon.”
Chapter Thirty-One
The best part of making up is the incredible make-up sex. (Please don’t tell Lyla I said that.)
-Asher
Asher
“We can, uh, go slow or you know wait if you need to,” I murmur in between kisses.
Lyla tugs at my bowtie again. “Not on your life, Dr. Cannon. I need you now.”
I grin and push my front door open with one hand while I try to keep my other around Lyla. It’s a hard adjustment and I almost trip over my own shoes.
Lyla doesn’t let up on the kisses though and pushes me back on the bed once we’re in the bedroom.
“I think I’ll be in charge this time, Doc. You sit back and let me take care of everything.” Her seductive tone sends my pulse skyrocketing.
I sit back on my elbows and decide to enjoy the show, even though my cock is rock hard before the show has even begun.
She tugs her dress over her head and gives me a sweet, but naughty smile. I love all her smiles, but her naughty ones most of all.
She’s a vision in black lace as she approaches the bed. “Now, Dr. Cannon, I heard you have this ache. Can you tell me exactly where the ache is?”
I send her a cocky smile. “Oh, I do have an ache, Nurse Lyla, a terrible one. Only you can make it better.”
I can see she’s trying to hold back a giggle as she says, “Can you put your hand on it, please?”
I reach down, taking my time and trailing my finger over her lace panties in the meantime. I’m rewarded with a rich groan from her. I place my palm over my penis, which is still encased in my boxer briefs and suit pants.
She immediately places her hand over mine. “This is where it hurts, doctor?” she asks in a sweet, naïve voice.
I try not to let my eyes roll back in my head at her touch. “Yes, but I think I need to show you. You know, without any barriers between us.”
Her eyes light up and she bites her lip. “Oh, I think I can make that happen.”
She unbuttons my pants and lowers my pants and underwear over my hips as I watch her through eyes hazed over with lust. Her breasts bob against the tight restraint of her black lace bra and I ache to touch them, but I lay back, still at her mercy.
“Oh, it’s so big,” she exclaims, “and hard. That must be why it hurts so much. Do you think the touch of my hand would help?”
I lose all ability to think as her small hand closes around my heavy cock. “Y…yes that feels much better,” I say in a low voice. “So much better.”
“What about my mouth?” she tilts her head to the side and looks down at me, “do you think my mouth would make you feel better?”
Fuckity, fuck, fuck.I clear my throat. “Yes, I think that would make it feel much better. Hell, might even cure it.”
She sends me another sweet smile. I watch as her lips enclose around the head of my hard length, and I do feel myselfbegin to lose it then. My hips buck up in response and she makes a humming sound that comes from the back of her throat. I feel the vibration all the way down the length of my penis.
“Fuck, Lyla, I’m not going to be able to hold out long,” I whisper, clawing at the sheets below me.
She takes me further into the warmth of her mouth and then releases me with a pop. “That’s Nurse Lyla to you, Doc.”
