Page 91 of Hook Up

Another doctor visit and more injections in my eyeballs. Let the good times roll.

Greer, as always, sits at my side, clasping my hand. The woman deserves a medal for all the crap she’s endured. “What’s the latest, Doctor?”

“He’s making progress. I’m still hopeful the injections will relieve the pressure and restore his vision.”

“Anything at this point,” I mutter. It’s ironic. Two months ago, I wanted back all my vision. My life back as it was. Now? I’ll settle for being legally blind, so long as I don’t have to remain in this world of darkness.

“Usually,” the doctor continues, “the return of vision is spontaneous. Let’s hope this time is the charm. Unless there are any changes, I’ll see you in two weeks.”

Greer leads me to the car. But instead of settling into the driver’s seat, she straddles my lap, twining her hands around my neck.

“This is new,” I murmur, my mouth seeking hers.

“You’ve never had sex in a car?”

“I’ve never had sex with you in a car.”

“Well, we both know that sex with me is superior to anyone else,” Greer giggles, burying her face against my neck.

She’s not lying. The woman is incredible in bed. I nudge her face up, capturing her lips and tangling my tongue with hers, as I fumble to free myself, eager to sink inside her heat.

Greer, always the temptress, teases me, rubbing her slick folds along the head of my cock. But this time, I’m taking the lead, holding her hips in place as I bury myself inside her, earning a low moan of approval.

“I’m glad your stomach bug hasn’t killed your sexual appetite,” I murmur against her mouth.

“Nothing can kill my appetite for you.”

It’s now or never. “We both know you don’t have a stomach bug.”

She stills on top of me, her breathing shallow. “We don’t not know it, either.”

Tangling my hand in her hair, I nip along the column of her throat. “Are you having my baby, Gigi?”

“Ryder—”

“You are, aren’t you?” I arch my hips upward, earning another moan from my wife. Fuck, but the idea of her pregnant makes her even hotter somehow. Not that I thought it was possible.

The buzzing of her phone jerks us from our intimate moment.

“Ignore it,” I murmur, intent on getting the truth out of Greerbeforegiving her the best orgasm of her life.

“We can’t. It’s Colton. He says he’s at your house and it’s urgent.”

Colton is by my side the second the car pulls into the garage, clapping me around the shoulder and startling the hell out of me. “Sorry to scare you, man, but we need to talk. How’s your vision?”

“Not much change, but the doctor isn’t giving up yet.”

“Neither should you.”

We settle onto the patio, Greer leaving us with some wine and a plate of cheese and crackers.

“Ryder, you scored a hell of a woman with Greer.”

“Don’t I know it. She puts up with me, and we both know I’m not an easy bastard to deal with.”

“You’re not that bad… most of the time,” Greer calls from the kitchen, earning a chuckle from Colton.

“You have your moments, too, beautiful,” I retort, smiling when her snort of laughter reaches my ears.

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