Page 29 of The Fall

Fuck me.

I lost it at her words as I pushed into her with my digits, tasting her chest and neck until she fell apart against my hand, her head falling toward my chest. I quickly gripped her throat to keep our eyes locked as I milked every last drop from her. She trembled as I kept her pinned to the door, my grip firm on her neck, her breathing erratic. I lifted my soaked fingers to my mouth, sucking each one dry, and closed my eyes at her taste.

Perfect.

“I want you, Dallas. I’ve always wanted you,” I confessed as she watched me, open-mouthed, chest heaving. I loosened my grip on her throat, massaging where my fingers had been as she reached into my shorts and gripped me hard in her hand. Stroking my needy dick, her eyes drifted down as she took me in.

“Well…I see you have been holding out on me,” she remarked as her eyebrow quirked. I leaned in toward her, rock hard and close to coming, as she touched the evidence of my need for her.

Every scenario I’d ever imagined, every dream I’d ever had of her, couldn’t compare to the beautiful sight in front of me. She was breathtaking and perfect, and I was more determined than ever to make her mine. Unable to handle much more, I lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around me. We both moaned as her wetness met my hardness as I carried her to the bed. I stood and quickly discarded my shorts and boxers as she writhed with anticipation on the bed. I pulled a condom from my drawer and rolled it on as I eyed her. Her legs were open before me, and my jaw dropped as she spread them a little wider, noticing the effect it had on me. Her hands drifted over her body, from her breasts to the spot between her legs I had just been working on. She looked up at me with apprehension, as if she was asking permission, and I had to force my words out.

“Do it, baby. Do it. Jesus, Dallas,” I heaved out, trying desperately to stay in the game. My dick jolted as she reached her center and began to manipulate it. I stroked myself once, twice, and had to grip myself tightly to keep from going any further.

“Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I said, watching her come with my name on her lips. I dipped between her legs, tonguing the exact spot she had just lost herself in, and she shrieked in surprise, gripping my hair. Her moan fueled me as my tongue slowly explored her entrance, never stopping until I had her begging. Making my way up, I kissed her stomach, exploring her skin in slow lazy kisses, tasting all of her.

When our mouths met in a fiery kiss, I looked into her eyes and drove into her in one hard thrust. Once we connected, I paused, watching her lips part and waiting for her eyes to find mine. Once she adjusted to my size, I wasted no time moving inside her. There was no holding back with her then. I was all in and was beside myself. Her feel, her taste, it was all too intoxicating. It was the first time I’d ever slept with a girl I loved, and it was the best I’d ever felt. I slowed my strokes, unable to keep the tightness growing in my chest from spilling out. A close confession of love was on my lips, but I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear it. As I moved inside her, capturing her gasps with my mouth, I couldn’t help the few words I let trickle out.

“I’ve always wanted you, Dallas. Can you feel it? La mitad de mi corazón te pertenece.” She nodded her head, unable to hide the tears slipping down her face. I stole each one with my lips, trailing my kiss over her eyes, down her cheek, and back to her lips, where they remained for the rest of the night.

I took her slowly for hours, knowing why it had taken me so long to open that door. It would be impossible to close.

The next morning, I woke up alone and completely confused. When I realized she was really gone, I texted her.

For days I texted her.

Love doesn’t care if you were there for five years or five minutes, Laura. Once your heart decides to give itself away, time has nothing to do with it.—Room 212

Dallas

Now

I peeked around the corner of the medical supply closet, watching Dean in his usual repartee with a few of the floor staff.

All women…figures.

They crowded around him like a bunch of groupies backstage at a rock concert. Then again, I wasn’t doing much better stalking from a distance.

You’re not stalking him, Dallas. You are simply…curious.

I watched as Dean threw his head back and laughed with Miranda, a cardiologist who worked on a completely different floor. The rumor is half the hospital staff had already gotten a crack at her. I narrowed my eyes as she finished their bout of laughter by putting her hand on his chest oh…so…casually.

“Tramp,” I whispered vehemently under my breath.

“Who’s a tramp?” I heard Beatrice call from behind me as I jumped out of my skin and ducked into the closet. I quickly recovered, grappling for supplies as she followed me in.

“I said more,” I piped, gathering as much as possible to keep my hands busy. “What are you doing here? This isn’t your floor,” I said in a rush, scorning her in vain.

“I’m covering for someone, and I could say the same for you, honey. You aren’t fooling anyone here. Since when do you stock up on anything?” she said as a knowing smile graced her face as I turned crimson. Beatrice is what I liked to call the housemother. She governs the hospital as if she is watching her grandchildren with adoration in her eyes and a sharp tongue. Lines filled her caramel skin and were complemented by her soft brown eyes. Her scornful, southern voice reminded me of every lead actress in a mother role in a good movie. And if this was a movie, she looked like a female version of Morgan Freeman with tiny, sporadic black moles around her eyes and nose. I found them adorable. I took in her kitten-covered scrubs and shook my head.

“Fine, I’m busted,” I said, putting the supplies back neatly and shaking my head.

“I knew he was trouble the minute I laid eyes on that man. What’s the story?” she asked, slowly crossing her arms over her chest as if we had all the time in the world. “And if I may say, he’s as handsome as any man I’ve ever seen.” She tilted her head back and peeked out of the closet, and I quickly jerked her back in with both hands, making her scream out in surprise.

“There. That right there. That’s the story,” I said quietly. She was talking normally and apparently didn’t realize we were on a stakeout. She halted my nervous hands with a hand on my shoulder. “Stop, Dallas, and tell me what’s going on.” She typically only addressed me as Dr. Whitaker, but like with every other governing force, once they used your name and that particular tone, it was time to spill it.

“When we were kids—not kids, college—we…dated, and we were…we …” I nodded at her to catch on for herself without me having to say the words. She didn’t bite. I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness.

“You?” she encouraged, shutting the door behind me, pinning me with her intrusive stare.

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