Page 22 of Embers of Love

“Nope,” Ember replied without hesitation. “We just need to find a way to keep my mom from finding out.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“It’s the best one I got.”

“Fair enough.” Rory collapsed into her seat. “That’s kinda hot though.”

Ember merely chuckled.

“So, how are you feeling? I mean, with the accident and everything.”

Ember shrugged. “Pretty okay, all things considered.”

“Really?” Rory pressed.

“Yeah. I’m a firefighter, remember? We deal with emergencies like these all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same as being involved in one. I’ve been in a car crash before. It messes with your mind almost as much as it messes up your body.”

“I swear I’m fine. No nightmares, no PTSD, nothing. I feel okay.”

Rory seemed to believe her.

“How about the other people involved? The driver of the car that hit me, how are they?”

“It was some sixteen-year-old girl, racing her dad’s muscle car. The car was totaled, she’s traumatized. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to drive again. She’s fine though, besides the mental trauma.”

Ember looked away in thought. She felt bad for the young girl. She understood what it was like being that young and making bad decisions. Hell, she was almost thirty and she was still making bad decisions. It was probably for the best however.

“And Joan?” Ember asked hopefully hoping for a better answer on her beloved car.

Rory winced. “Yeah, she’s gone. There’s no fixing her. Your mom’s trying to work with the insurance company, but you know how they are. It’s a modified car so they’re likely not going to pay the full cost of replacing it.”

Ember sighed deeply. “Fuck.”

Rory came and sat next to her, taking her hand gently. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sorry Joan was lost but you’re okay, that’s what matters the most.”

Ember laughed. “That’s the same thing my mom said.”

Rory hung around for a little while until she had to leave. The nurses tending to her brought her meals and made sure she was comfortable. If it weren’t for the bruises and the headache that came back every once in a while, she felt like she was on vacation. Then, Josephine came back. Ember knew she wasn’t going to let the hot doctor leave with making love to her this time.

When Josephine finally touched her where she wanted her most, it felt like she was going to explode.

When her orgasm came crashing into her, her mind ground to a halt. Her lungs forgot how to work. All of her muscles went rigid as though to brace her for the force of the orgasm as it cleaved through her body. The feeling was electric, lighting her nerves up with pleasure beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

Afterwards, as Josephine held her close and leaned in and kissed her hair she whispered, “Stay with me, Ember. Don’t stop talking to me, don’t leave me. I want you to stay with me.”

Ember looked at her, surprised by the honesty of her words but also realizing she also didn’t want to leave Josephine.

“I won’t leave. I’m yours for as long as you would have me.”

Becky walked into her hospital room later on.

Ember gave her mother a tired smile. Josephine had left to go home a few minutes before. Of course, not before they shared one last passionate kiss. Ember was tired, but it was the good kind. She was feeling so much better.

“You look happy,” her mother commented.

“Well, I decided to listen to you and be grateful for the fact that I’m still alive.”

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