Page 72 of Hello Handsome
Our skin grew heated, sweat sticking us together.
As her mouth opened with a cry, I swallowed it with a kiss, consuming her just as thoughts of her had consumed me over the years.
No more holding back.
Not when I knew each moment could be my last with this beautiful woman.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed, slowing my pace to make this last longer. For her. For me. For us.
Aggie’s fingers squeezed my shoulders as a tear leaked from the corner of her eye. And then she pulled me closer, kissing me again.
I was getting closer to the edge, but when I tried to pull back, she wrapped her legs around me, holding my hips flush to hers, my cock as deep as it would go.
I wanted to pull back and make it last longer just as much as I needed the friction of moving. But she held us still, her palms on both my cheeks. A low keening sound came from her throat, and she nodded, giving me permission to move again.
I started slow, going faster as her walls tightened around me.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice strangled. “You can let go.”
A wail escaped her lips as she came, long and hard on my cock. My own orgasm followed hers, wracking my body against her own.
We faced each other in the aftermath, tears spilling from her eyes, her hair a mess of sweat and tangles. I brushed it back and kissed her forehead before forcing myself to pull out of her warmth.
“I’ll get you a rag,” I said, moving to get out of the bed.
But her hand tugged mine. “Stay. Please. Just stay.”
I nodded, folding myself back into bed as she shifted, her back to my chest. And I held her as the soft, slow breaths of sleep replaced her shallow, anxious sips of air.
Finally, my Aggie was at peace, even if I knew we were here on borrowed time.
46
AGGIE
The next weekfor Enzo’s care was critical. Anxiety seized my heart as I waited for every milestone. When they removed the breathing tube and I waited for his first breath on his own. When the sedation was ceased and the swelling on his brain had improved.
When he woke up, blinking hard, he had a confused look on his face. “Mom?” he rasped right before cringing in pain. Gray jumped up. “I’ll get the doctor.”
I leapt from my chair beside his bed, holding my baby and brushing back his hair, even though it was still cut short. “Baby, what do you remember?”
He looked around. “I’m in the hospital? Why?”
Even though the doctor had told me to expect it, this was still the hardest thing I’d ever done. “You were in a hiking accident.” I explained to him what happened, the injuries.
“Was I discharged?” he asked, the monitor beside his bed beeping faster with his heart rate.
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes as I did my best to keep them from falling. “There’s time to worry about that later. Right now we need to focus on getting you better.”
And that’s what we did for the next week. There were surgeries with plans for more. Long naps induced by pain medication. Hours that passed where Gray and I sat on the couch along the window of his new room in the trauma unit of the hospital.
He was my rock. My reprieve. My everything.
But the more stable Enzo’s condition became, the less we could avoid questions of the future. Enzo would need help once he got out of the hospital while he tried to recover enough to return to service. His supervisors told us there was a six-to-twelve-month window allowed for healing, depending on what the doctors said.
Gray had a ranch to take care of in Cottonwood Falls. His sons were covering for him, but they had jobs and families of their own.
So one night in the hotel, as we lay together in bed, naked and damp with sweat, I turned to face him instead of rolling over to sleep in his arms.
