“Not going anywhere, not ever again, honey.”
“I know,” she says, but she doesn’t believe me or her own words.
Reaching out for her hand, I hold my palm out, lacing my fingers with hers when she places her hand in mine. I don’t bother with any more promises. Instead, I just hold her hand, waiting for the doctor and nurse to arrive.
Hopefully, I can get some food and go home soon. I’m ready to get on with my life, forget this whole thing ever fucking happened.
STEPHANIE
After just one night of monitoring, the doctor releases Ford. Which is against my better judgment. I want him in the hospital for at least a week, maybe two to ensure that he’s okay. Though, judging by how antsy he is, I doubt that he would stay put for another two hours, let alone two weeks.
“Can you just lay the hell down?” I snap.
“I got shit to do, woman, I can’t be laid up in bed another day. I’m fine,” he growls.
I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest as I narrow my eyes at him. “No,” I state.
He arches a brow, pressing his lips together. It’s obvious that he’s going to defy my demand. Not that I could ever really demand anything from him. Deciding on a different tactic, I make my way toward him, placing my hands on his chest, sliding them up and wrapping them around his neck.
“Please,” I whisper as I rise to my toes, pressing my lips against his.
Ford’s hands wrap around my waist and I think he’s going to push me away, but instead, he tugs me closer. My body presses against his and I let out a whimper at the feel of his hard chest against mine.
“I know what you’re doin’,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I’m sure you do.” I laugh.
His teeth nip my bottom lip and he laughs softly as he reaches for the hem of my shirt. “I’m gonna let you do it too,” he says as he pulls my shirt from my body, tossing it to the floor somewhere in the bedroom.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, peeling it from my body and down my arms, letting it land at my feet before I sink down to my knees. Reaching for the button of his jeans, I pop it open, unzipping the fly and tugging his jeans and underwear down past his ass and hips, stopping at mid-thigh.
Licking my lips, I lean forward and touch my lips to the tip of his hard cock. Lifting my eyes, I look up at him through my lashes. His jaw is clenched as he watches me. He reaches out and slides his hand through my hair, holding the side of my head.
I want to tell him a million things. I want to make sure that he knows I love him. All of him. Opening my mouth, I take him inside of me, my eyes still focused on his and nowhere else. He grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Still,” he growls.
Keeping my lips parted and my mouth open wide, I wait in anticipation of what is to come. Ford doesn’t disappoint, not that he ever has. He starts to fuck my mouth. It is gentle at first, his cock pulling out and sliding down farther and farther with each thrust until I can take more of him.
When he buries his length down my throat completely, he lets out a loud moan, his eyes closing as he pauses. We’re both breathing heavily out of our nostrils. I watch as his flare before he slowly opens his eyes and his gaze finds mine.
“How are you this fucking perfect?” he asks.
His fingers tighten in my hair and he pulls out before burying himself completely again. I feel his balls against my chin and it shouldn’t make me want more, but it does.
I guess there is just something different about this, about his body and the way that I need it touching me, every part of him is erotic, even his fucking balls on my chin.
Ford pulls completely out of me, taking a couple steps backward. I want to stand up, jump in his arms, and demand that he touches every part of my sensitive skin, but I don’t. He’s still physically weak and I don’t want to hurt him.
“Need you,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Need you to make yourself come for me first,” he says with a smirk.
I’ll do it, because he wants me to, but also because I want to come and I honestly don’t care by whose touch.
Reaching for my jeans, I strip them off along with my panties, faster than I ever have in my life. Without a word, I jump on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, placing my heels on the railing of the bed for support.
I don’t bother trying to be sexy. My hand dives between my legs and I sigh as soon as my fingers make contact with my clit. Slipping two fingers inside of my pussy, I moan. Lifting my hips, I pleasure myself in front of him.
“Open your eyes,” he demands.
I do and lick my lips at the sight of him stroking himself right in front of me. I watch him, unable to stop myself from getting lost in the beauty of the moment, something that I thought was lost to me forever.
Pinching my eyes closed, the orgasm rushes through me, but it’s short and not extremely satisfying. Ford grunts, I open my eyes to see him kicking his jeans off, stripping completely out of his clothes and charging me.
I let out a giggle as soon as he approaches, but when the head of his cock presses against my center, my giggle dies. Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh as I lift my hips to take more of him inside of me.
“Marry me,” he demands.
My eyes fly up to meet his. “Ford?”
“Marry me, Stephanie. I don’t want to date, to just live together. I don’t want to wait at all. I want you here, always. Be my wife.”
His words are a demand. They aren’t a question, and I find that it doesn’t bother me at all. My lips part in awe at the same time his twitch into a smirk. He buries himself inside of me to the hilt with a groan, his mouth touching mine, but not kissing me.
“Be my wife, have my babies. Live out here in the middle of nowhere and make a beautiful life with me, honey,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes,” I cry out, my head falling back between my shoulders. He doesn’t move, his body stays rigid until we both catch our breaths. Lifting my head, my eyes connect to his before I speak again. “Yes, Ford. I want that, all of it. I want you.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls.
Without another word, he pulls out of me then slams back inside on a groan. “Hard, Ford. Make me ache,” I exhale.
He dips his chin, his lips curving up into a slow smile, then without another word he fucks me, hard. I can’t even form words, the only sounds escaping from my lips are whimpers, cries, and moans of pleasure.
My body trembles as I come. It’s a satisfying sensation that rolls through me. My nails dig harder into his biceps and then he buries himself inside of me with a roar as his climax fills my body.
Wrapping my arms around his back, I pull him against my chest. He lets out a mumbled grunt as he falls forward slightly. Taking him with me, I lie back on the bed, twining my legs around his back, I pull him closer to me as I fall backward.
“I love you, Ford Buchannan Matthews,” I whisper against his lips.
He chuckles. “I love you too, future Mrs. Ford Buchannan Matthews.”
“Who says I’m taking your name?”
He growls against my mouth, his tongue snaking inside to taste me, taste all of me. I become a melted pile of gooey flesh by the time he’s done.