Page 62 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
No one answered my question. We all were silent as we were the only ones left in that room. Everyone else was talking excitedly about seeing their sons, husbands, and fathers. We had nothing to say. Troy wasn’t with them, it seemed. I gulped back the lump that was lodged in my throat and stepped out of the room, looking for one more stretcher. I didn’t see that, though.
A side door opened and in walked my man. “Troy?”
His hair was shaggy and so was his handsome face. He was dirtier than seemed humanly possible. And he was walking toward me, his arms held out and a smile on his face. “Come here to me, you gorgeous woman!”
It seemed like a dream. It couldn’t be real. He was home and he was walking to me. “Troy!” I broke into a run and we met in the middle of the hallway.
As dirty as he was, he smelled like heaven to me. “Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you.” We hugged and cried, then his lips touched mine and I knew it was real.
Troy was real, and he was standing right there. Suddenly, more arms were around us as his parents, Tatum, and her grandparents couldn’t wait to join us. We all laughed and hugged and it felt surreal. I’d never experienced anything like it. The man who made me whole was back. I could breathe again.
“We need to see to you, Troy,” one of the doctors said, looking for his elusive patient.
Troy took my hand, taking me with him. “You got it, doc. But I’m not about to let her go. She’s coming too.”
The doctor nodded, and I looked back at his family, who were all smiles. “I’ll be back to let you know how he is.”
Troy looked back at them. “I’m fine. I’ve never been better now that I’m home.”
We followed the doctor, who led us into a small hospital room off to the side of the emergency room. “You were cleared by the paramedics, Troy. We just need to do a thorough physical and draw some blood. I need you to take a shower. Maybe your girl here can help you. Then put on that gown over there and I’ll be back in, say, half an hour?” He winked at Troy.
“I can make it happen in that amount of time, doc. See you then.”
The doctor left us alone, and Troy began to unbutton my blouse. “Are you serious? You feel up to sex?” I was flabbergasted.
“Sex?” He shook his head as he pulled my shirt off then went to work on my pants. “No, I’m not up to sex. Making love to the woman I’m going to marry as soon as I’m cleared to leave here? Yeah, I’m totally up for that. Come on, baby, let’s take a shower.”
In no time at all, we were naked and in a warm shower. I have no idea how much dirt came off him. All I knew was that he was wrapped around me like a second skin and his body felt amazing.
Our tongues danced as he pressed me against the tiled wall and filled me with an erection that defied imagination. I was fully charged when he went inside me. My body was shaking and I was having an orgasm almost immediately.
“You missed me, huh?” he whispered.
“Like you’ll never understand,” I said as I moved my body to feel as much of him as I could. “How is it you’re walking and the rest came in on stretchers?”
“I guess I had more to look forward to. How’s our baby doing?”
My stomach wasn’t huge yet. There was a pretty good-sized bump, though. He ran his hand over my stomach, then moved it around to cup my ass and pick me up.
I wrapped my legs around him as I panted. He had me so hot for him. “He’s good.”
His mouth came down hot on my neck as he bit me. “Did you say, he?”
“I did. We’re having a boy.”
He gave me three sharp thrusts. “Hell, yeah, baby. You gave me a boy.”
“I did.” I moaned as he swirled his cock in a way that always set me on fire. “Oh, Troy!”
Then he made hard strokes as he looked at me. We stared into each other’s eyes. Eyes I knew we’d both prayed we’d see again. He jerked and went stiff as his cum filled me.
“I love you, Blyss.”
“I love you, Troy.”
Then tears ran down his cheeks and we hugged and stayed just like we were, connected. Entirely connected. He and I knew our love was as solid as it gets. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in me about what we had. I could marry that man without one single doubt that he’d love me forever. As we held each other and cried, it cemented us in a way nothing else could.
If no marriage license ever came, it wouldn’t make us any less married. But I knew Troy would make sure every piece of paper he could get that would bind us would be taken care of. I’d be all entwined in him, heart, body, soul, and legal documents combined.
