“What?” I gasped. “You love me?”
Gerald’s cheeks reddened. With his free hand he rubbed the back of his neck. I had learned that was what he did when he was nervous or stressed.
“Sorry. You don’t have to answer that,” I whispered. He shook his head.
“I want to answer that,” he smiled, lowering his hand down from his neck. He held both my hands with his. “I love you, Kaylee Brittain.”
I bit my bottom lip to hold back my shit-eating grin.
“Does that make you happy to hear?” Gerald smirked. I nodded my head, making him smile. “Does this mean that you might just so happen to love me, too?” he grinned.
“Not sure,” I teased.
“Is that so?” he laughed and kissed my hands. “Guess I’ll have to persuade you to love me.”
Gerald let go of my hands and then slid one of his hands under the blankets. His hand found its way between my thighs.
“Gerald,” I gasped, looking at the door.
“What?” he smirked. “I need you to love me, too.”
“I already love you,” I gushed, when he slipped his hand up my hospital gown and grabbed my pussy. “Gerald,” I moaned.
“You sure you love me?” he asked, moving my panties to the side and sliding a finger inside of me.
“Gerald,” I whimpered. He worked his finger in and out of me slowly. His eyes were locked on mine.
“I’m going to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. First I’m going to apologize with my fingers,” he slid a second finger inside me. The stretching made me gasp. “Then, I’m going to apologize with my tongue.”
“Gerald, we’re in a hospital.” My hips moved to meet his fingers' thrusts.
“Doesn’t matter. I owe you an apology,” he grinned wickedly.
“Apologize to me at your house.”
He shook his head.
“Our house,” he corrected.
“But it’s--” He rammed his fingers deep inside me, making me bite back a scream.
“You’re being a very naughty girl,” he nipped my bottom lip and continued working his fingers in and out of me. The pace got faster and faster.
My pussy tightened around his fingers.
“Gerald,” I whimpered.
“Yes, baby?” he nipped the side of my neck. The pain from his teeth and the pleasure of his fingers was the perfect combination. It was just what my body needed.
“Gerald, I’m going to come,” I panted, gripping at the sheets.
“Good. Give me what’s mine,” he whispered against my neck. His warm breath sent shivers up my spine. “Now,” he ordered before biting down on my neck again.
“Gerald!” I screamed as my orgasm rocked through me. I couldn’t have kept quiet even if I wanted to. I screamed his name over and over. The monitor beeped like crazy.
The door flew open.
“Miss Brittain,” a nurse asked, rushing through the door. “Oh. Oh my,” she gasped.
