Chapter Thirty-One
It was good to be home. And yes, he definitely considered Malsum Pass his home now, mostly because wherever his Lily was, well, that was where home was too. Before he’d been released from the hospital, he’d called his brother to let him know that he wouldn’t be returning to California except maybe for a visit once his niece or nephew was born, but nothing more than that. His brother had sounded happy for him, and not wanting to spoil the moment, he had kept the fact that he’d been shot out of the conversation. After all, what good would it have done except to have his brother and pregnant sister-in-law worrying, especially since there was no longer anything to worry about. He was happier than he’d ever been.
Or he would be, once Lily returned. Now that she’d told him she loved him, he never planned to let her go, so having her out of his sight, even for a little while, had him worrying. Perfectly normal, he supposed, after what they’d just been through. Logically, he knew this insane level of possessiveness would settle down some as time went on, but right now, he was feeling her absence full force. Growling, he looked at the clock. She’d ordered him to wait for her in bed while she went to get them some dinner, but he was painfully tempted to track her down.
Flinching slightly, he pushed himself off the bed and walked to the window, opening it wide and breathing in deep in hopes of catching her scent. A rumble akin to a purr, that would probably make his female proud, left his chest… there she was. He could smell her.
Heading back to the bed, he carefully settled back against the pillows and crossed his arms behind his head in anticipation of her arrival. He heard music start, an unfamiliar song since he wasn’t really up to date on his pop music, and then she appeared, framed in the doorway, her form covered by a voluminous trench coat, and a mischievous smile lighting her face.
Christian’s head lifted off the pillow as his eyes scanned her from head to toe, his mouth going dry as she slowly untied that belt.Please let her be naked, please let her be naked… She dropped the trench coat to reveal a skimpy nurse’s costume and he felt his eyes bulge as his dick immediately stood up to say hello.
“I think someone needs a sponge bath,” she announced with a sultry purr that had Christian growling with whole-hearted approval.
Turning, she bent at the waist giving him a provocative look at her gorgeous ass split by a white lace thong while she picked something up from the floor. But he was too riveted by those magnificent cheeks to pay the jug she was now holding any attention.
With seductive grace, she moved toward the bed and his lust addled brain finally registered what she was carrying – Vermont pure maple syrup. He wanted to laugh, but the sound came out in a strained wheeze as her hand slid over the tent his erection had made in his sweatpants. “Ah,” she crooned, “You made me a present. What a good patient you are.”
Without warning, Lily straddled his thighs and Christian’s breath left his lungs in a hiss. He was practically salivating as she unscrewed the cap and tipped that jug carefully over his chest, a drizzle of liquid pooling on his sternum and sliding lower to the tensed ridges of his abdomen.
Setting the jug aside, Lily leaned forward and Christian let out a shout as her tongue licked up the sticky sweetness. “Mm” she purred.
Unable to help himself, Christian bucked his hips, nearly unseating Lily, but she held on, her vivid green eyes sparking with glints of feline gold. “Careful, darling, we’re just getting started.”
Lily had to resist the urge to rub her hands together and laugh like a maniacal cartoon villain. She’d come up with the idea of playing nurse when they’d gone over the wound care instructions at the hospital. She’d grown so excited at the arousing thought that she’d had to squeeze her thighs together to halt the throbbing.
The nurse costume had been one she’d worn to last year’s Halloween party, quickly altered to make it less Nurse Ratched and more Nurse Sexy Wet Dream. The trench coat, she’d borrowed from Mrs. Potter while giving the older woman an update on what had transpired, and the jug of maple syrup she bought from the diner.
Now, as she continued to torment her patient by licking him clean of his favorite breakfast condiment, and sharing the taste on her tongue with her male, she reveled in the power of her femininity. Every groan and grunt, every hiss and growl, paid homage to that power and she purred in contentment. Never would she have thought to be in this position. To feel such love and be loved so fully in return. It altered beliefs, colored perceptions, and all for the good. Finally, she saw the world clearly instead of through a lens of suspicion.
Sitting up after another long lick, she let out a squeal when Christian’s hands gripped her waist, and rolled her beneath him. “My turn.” He growled, before his lips sealed over hers in a kiss so hot her toes curled.
“Your wound!” She gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Is fine,” Christian assured her. “And this,” he grunted as he thrust his erection against the damp heat of her thong, “is aching way worse.”
Lily’s stomach clenched in anticipation as his hands went to work stripping her of her costume, lingering at sensitive pulse points, and making her shiver. All of those gooey feelings she used to find so annoying rushed in, but now she welcomed them. This bear…herbear… he was the cause, and that made every frolicking butterfly in her belly a blessing.
“Please, Christian, I need you.”
Christian groaned, but with a quick tug, her thong was a strip of ruined lace that Lily certainly wouldn’t mourn. Her arousal shot up to screaming pitch and she wrapped her legs around Christian’s hips in invitation. Without hesitation, he thrust home, both of them sighing their pleasure.
“I love you, Christian.” Lily gasped as she nipped at his ear.
“I love you so much, Lily, so much…” Christian breathed, his body settling into a familiar rhythm that within a matter of moments, sent her world dissolving into a throbbing shower of colorful sparks.
Cuddling in bed was fast becoming Lily’s favorite pastime. Especially when it gave her full access to Christian’s magnificent body… all that yummy skin.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked when she saw Christian’s brow furrow.
He grunted and lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug. Feeling too content to push, Lily was going to let it go, but Christian surprised her by volunteering, “Do you ever wonder where we’d be if I hadn’t been such an egotistical prick and you hadn’t been paired off with that cock sucker?”
Talk of the past normally would have made her edgy, possibly even bitchy, but love had definitely changed things for the better as Lily let out a little chuckle and kissed Christian’s nipple so teasingly close to her lips. “No. Why would I?”
“I mean, do you think we still would have found each other?”
Lily leaned up and cocked her head to the side. “Like fate?”
He nodded. “You feel like my destiny.”
