Page 69 of For Love & Torture
Chapter 30
Isabel
Waiting on the lab to give Doctor Love the results seems to be taking forever. I keep falling asleep but waking after only a few minutes when I hear someone walk out in the hallway.
Every footstep sounds like Bart’s.
Opening my eyes, I see Grant sitting on the edge of my bed, watching television with the sound way down. I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him.
The curtain is pulled back, and there’s my doctor with some papers in his hands. “Looking good here. You two can get going. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Grant beams at me. “Great. Now to get you back home.”
In no time at all, he has the hospital gown off and his mother’s robe back on me and takes me to the car. With a clean bill of health, I do feel better and am glad he made me go to the hospital.
The ride home passes by quickly, and before I know it, he has me in the shower with him, shampooing my hair and washing my tired body. Although I’m passed exhaustion, his hands moving over my skin send a heat straight through me, and I moan. Kneeling in front of me, he moves his hands up my leg, his fingers grazing my pussy.
I run my fingers through his thick hair, and he looks up at me. “Feeling a little frisky there, baby?”
With a nod, I let him know that’s exactly how I’m feeling. “Do you think you’re up to it?”
“Do you?” He smiles at me as he moves his hands around to my ass.
“I’m up to it. I need you so badly right now.” I lean back on the warm tiled wall and look down at him with a desperate smile. After everything I’ve been through, I need to feel a connection to something safe and wonderful—only he can give me that.
His eyes hold mine as he leans forward, kissing my pussy. My palms flatten out on the wall behind me as I start pulsing deep inside of my body. His mouth is hot on me as he kisses me and moves his tongue over my most sensitive area.
I can’t watch him anymore, the overwhelming sensations driving me to close my eyes and moan with how exceptional it feels. Licking me over and over, he taps my clit every once in a while, sending a jolt of excitement through me.
I can’t help but think about how much better this feels just because we’re now engaged. What will it feel like once we’re married, I wonder?
His fingers curve into my ass cheeks as he pulls me forward and becomes ravenous. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at me until I’m screaming with ecstasy and come like crazy for him.
He’s up and thrusting his erection into me, going completely still as he feels my pussy pulsing around his cock. “Yes, baby. God, you feel so amazing.”
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I wrap my legs around him, letting him hold me up and pin me against the wall. I run my fingers over his muscular back and sigh. “How you make me feel is beyond belief.”
Slowly, he begins to move, sliding his massive cock back and forth inside of me. As he moves, I can’t help but think about the fear from only hours before, thinking that I’d never get to feel him this way again.
Tears pool in my eyes then fall down my face as he moves inside of me. I almost lost him. I almost lost myself.
I feel Grant’s hand move up to grab a chunk of my hair. He pulls it back, making me look at him. “I’m never letting you go. I can’t.”
His mouth crashes down hard on mine as he kisses me like I’m the air he needs to stay alive. He pounds me harder and faster until we’re both quivering with release.
Holding onto him, I try to catch my breath as he does the same, and we stare into each other’s eyes. Then I see the glisten of a tear in his, and I sob as he cries along with me.
It all feels so real now. It never quite felt real when I was held captive by Bart. It was like a nightmare that would surely end. And it did end, only not with me waking up.
He’s still out there, and we both know that. We both know he’ll come back for me. We both know there will inevitably be some horrific fight to the death for at least one of us. Hopefully Bart, but he seems to have something on his side that we don’t.
But then again, we do seem to have—at the very least—Grant’s mother.
“It’ll be okay, Grant. I know it will. Your mother will help us. I know she will.” I smooth my hand over his head as I sniffle and try to get control of myself.
“I know. I do.” He sniffles and turns the water off then puts me down so he can grab a couple of towels. “I need to get you into bed. You need some rest. I’ll stop this crying. Damn, I’ve been doing so much of that lately.”
Wrapping the soft, warm towel around my body, I sigh. “Grant, you have every reason in the world to cry. It’s cleansing. Just from your emotional family reunion, you’ve come so far. Crying helped that happen.”
