She comes so hard she takes me to the brink of pleasure with every twitch her body makes. I could quit pumping into her and she’d take me right along with her, but I can’t stop myself.
“I’m right there with you.” My hips jerk like they have a mind of their own. “I’m going to shoot my cum so deep inside your perfect pussy.”
And if I get her pregnant, even better.
It’s not lost on me that we’re not using a condom, and we haven’t had the birth control talk, but I don’t care. Something primal in me wants to see my child growing in her belly.
With that thought, I shatter and come so hard I almost pass out. Being with her takes me out of this world. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but her.
She’s my person. She always has been, and I’m so grateful we’re finally together like we’re meant to be.
We bring ourselves back to the room as I plant tiny kisses over her back. I slowly pull out of her and sit back on my knees.
She starts to move, but I stop her. “Hold on. Let me get you a towel. Just stay here and let me treat you like you deserve.”
She laughs. “There’s no way I’m staying here with my ass in the air while you try to find something to clean me with. You’re the one with the gunshot wound.”
I shake my head and join in with her joy. “Fine, but you need to understand that when this happens in the future, one of the things I require is that I take care of you afterward.”
We pull up our pants, she crawls over to me, and takes my face in her palms. “If that’s what you want, I’ll always let you take care of me because being with you like this is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Never forget that.”
My heart explodes like a meth lab gone wrong. She’s absolutely my drug.
I give her a weighted stare. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Dori gets ready for bed while I check in with George. Nothing of concern is reported, so I go back to my bedroom.
She comes out of the bathroom wearing one of my black T-shirts and nothing more. Her face is washed, and her armsare full of things needed to care for my wound. She’s downright gorgeous.
“I’m beginning to think you like my T-shirts.” I pad over to her and kiss her on the forehead. “You look good in them, so tell me if you have a color preference, and I’ll make sure to have more here for you.”
“The color has nothing to do with it. I wear them because they smell like you.”
“Really?” I think about that for a second.
I love the perfume she wears. It’s all over my pillows.
I can’t get enough of it when I lay my head down at night. “Yeah, and I love smelling you on my sheets.”
“Go sit on the bed, and I’ll do your wound care.” She gestures to the mattress with a jut of her chin. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.” I walk to the bed and situate myself so she can easily reach my back. “If it’s something you need my eye contact for, you’ll need to wait until you’re helping me with my chest.”
“It’s nothing like that, but it’s about you being shot.”
“You don’t have to ask to speak to me about that day. I’m not traumatized by it.” I glance over my shoulder.
She shrugs. “I don’t want to say something and make it come to life.”
“Dori, I’m okay with you talking about it, but I appreciate you worrying about my mental health.”
“Thanks.” She places the supplies next to me and starts to clean my wound. “After you were shot, they gave me a bag of your belongings. I wouldn’t put it down because it smelled like you. I was afraid I’d lose you if I didn’t hold on to it.”
She uses antiseptic wipes to clean me as I silently sit with that comment. I think she might be the one who’s traumatized. I can’t remember most of that day.
“It’s my turn to ask you a question.” I peek over my shoulder at her. “How are you doing now?”
