“Grace,” I growl, grasping the strands of her hair. “You need sleep.”
“I need to suck you off first.”
Jesus.
She clasps the zipper of my jeans in her teeth and drags it down, breathing hot air on me as she goes. Her fingers undo the button and before I know what’s happening, my dick slides between her sweet full lips, all the way down to the back of her throat.
A groan rips past my lungs, shredding the air as my hand dives into her hair, holding the back of her head. She hums in response, gripping my thigh as if to say, hit me with your best shot. Something I fully intend to do.
She starts bobbing on me, slurping me up and licking the head with her tongue only to dive back down and deep throat me in her next breath. I just about lose my mind, the need to thrust up, to take control, to fuck her perfect mouth nearly suffocating me. My hand grips tighter, my groans louder.
“That’s it,” I tell her as she reaches in and cups my balls, squeezing them as she flattens her tongue and glides up along the underside of my dick. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”
The desire to blow down her throat, to watch her swallow me down is almost too much, but I want to see her on top of me too. I want her to straddle me here in the back of this limo and ride me until we’re both spent.
I tell her exactly that, forcing her mouth off me just as I get to the point of hovering between control and oblivion. In the next motion, I have her pants off, her panties pulled to the side, and her sweet cunt sliding down on me.
Both of us hiss out strangled sounds, the sensation so over the top there is no way to make sense of it. Having her on me, me being inside her, us touching and kissing and holding… This. I could live in this world with her forever. She is euphoria. Paradise. Happiness. She is a happiness I never knew was possible.
She is euphoria.
My mouth covers hers, unable to pull away as she rides me in the back of this limo. Up and down and forward and back. We’re laughing, teasing, toying. Silly and sloppy and so good. She sinks down deeper, more of my cock filling her up. Her hands rake through my hair, clutching my shoulders.
I drive up into her, over and over, taking control when her body is no longer able to keep up. I fuck her while she fucks me and holy shit. Just holy shit, this woman. Our eyes hold on, staring deep as we experience this together. The pleasure mounting to the point of combustion.
“Come, Grace. Come all over me. I want to feel you, sweetheart. I want your wetness to coat my cock. I want to smell your pussy all over me.”
She loses it then. My dirty words and my hips that refuse to slow down, taking her over the edge. Taking us both over. My forehead hits hers as we ride out this high, our breaths mingling, our bodies one.
My love for her infinite.
And once we’re done, once we’re both dressed and sleepy, cuddled up in the back of the limo, I smile. A true smile. One I haven’t felt the need to have escape my lips in I don’t even know how long. Years? I can’t remember. Probably because I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone.
No way I can let her go. Not now. Not ever. Come what may.
25
“You don’t have to walk me in,” I tell Carter as he holds my hand, walking us from the garage into the main building of MGH. Truth is, I’m wiped. Past the point of exhaustion and I’d rather not have an audience for it. I had the time of my life last night but today, today I need a little space to get through.
And coffee. I need that too.
“I’m not walking you in. I’m coming in to catch up on paperwork.”
“Liar.”
He is. Carter has no paperwork. He doesn’t want me here covering Janet’s shift. He wants me home, in his bed, tucked under his covers. Truthfully, I want to be there too, but this is life, right? Life of a resident and I have no choice but to be here. Someone has to cover her shifts and that someone is me whether I like it or not.
“It’s not a big deal. I’ll do my thing and you do yours and if you need me along the way, I’m already here.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Never said you did, sweetheart. Like I said, I’ll do my own thing.”
“Fine.”
Whatever. I’m too tired to care. We didn’t get home until close to two, only to have to wake up at five thirty. I’m on my second cup of coffee but only because the first did absolutely nothing to rouse me to the point of consciousness.
“How about we take a week off in August or September?” Carter proposes. “We can go to The Vineyard house or to Italy or Hawaii. What do you say?”
Only a fucking Fritz would propose something like that and actually mean it.
I’ve been to their Vineyard house plenty and Oliver’s house that he co-owns with Luca in Italy a few times. When you travel Fritz, you travel on private jets or yachts and stay in five-star luxury. I never cared all that much about it. I still don’t.
But doing something like that with Carter feels different because it is different. Vacationing with someone is relationship-y. And while the thought of that with Carter makes my heart beat faster, I’m just not sure I’m quite ready for such a big and bold move. He’s doing all the right things. It’s me who’s having difficulty adapting.
I just need a little more time. That’s all this is.
These past weeks have been amazing, and last night almost felt like a turning point—in a good way. We’re not in a full relationship, but we are together. And I think I like it. I think I like it a lot.
“How about you ask me that question again in a few weeks?”
“How about I just plan something and kidnap you?”
“You think that would work for you with me? Subterfuge?”
“Seems to have so far, yeah.”
I can’t argue that. I have to keep reminding myself that I started this party train with him. And it’s not like I want to hop off it. I just want it to chug down the tracks instead of racing. Carter seems to want the opposite. He’s full steam ahead.
Something that’s surprising me more and more about him.
Or maybe I’m reading more into this than is actually there.
What did he say to me last night? It doesn’t have to be serious, and it doesn’t have to be something that requires a whole lot of mental energy if you’d rather not go there yet. But for now, this is where I’m at and I’d like you to be there with me.
He’s asking me for fun. He’s asking me to relax and just enjoy whatever it is we have going on. I’m the one busy overthinking everything.
With that thought in my head, I reach up and kiss his cheek. He twists to me with a smile that lights up his eyes and my insides quicken. “Thank you again for last night,” I tell him. “And for coming in with me this morning on your day off. I know what you’re doing, and I appreciate it. Even if I’m too much of a stubborn, tired grump to admit it.”
Seriously, who does that? Comes in on their day off? He’s doing it for me.
“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart. All of it is. I just like being with you, even if that means I have to come into the hospital to do it.”
Damn him. So perfect. I even like it how he calls me sweetheart.
But once we reach the floor, we’re all business. Carter walks off to his office, telling me to page him if I need him just as Dylan comes scurrying over to me, holding up a to-go cup of something for me like an offering.