Reclaimed

by Vicki Green

  “Oh! Doug and Brent are bringing your car here. They’ll leave it parked down the street, keys under the mat.” Dax smiles at him.

  My head is starting to swim looking back and forth between the two. “Wait! Wait!” I lean against the door frame, feeling like my legs could buckle. “Just what in the hell is going on?” If just one person would tell me the truth, ease my mind and fears a little bit. This is all too much.

  Peter walks over to me and pats my arm then looks over his shoulder. “You need anything else, just let me know. Get well soon.” He looks at me and walks past. “I’ll let myself out.” I look at Dax, who’s looking straight at me. He pats the mattress.

  “I’ll try to explain what I can.” For finally! I walk over and sit down beside him. He looks down and then back up at me. “I’m not allowed to tell you much.” Not allowed? “I work undercover. Peter is my boss who’s also undercover.” My face scrunches up as my brows lower. I’m even more confused. His hand cups my chin and lifts my face until I look into his eyes. I hadn’t realized I was looking away. “It’s all legal but I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you.” Well, that’s a relief, I guess. He opens his arm for me, and I turn and lie down next to him. His arm wraps around me tight. “I know it’s not much, but I need for you to trust me. Please?”

  I look up and try to smile. At least I think I do. “Okay,” I whisper. I snuggle into his chest and lay my hand on the covers over his stomach.

  “That’s my girl.” His girl.

  “Is that why people call you Brice?” I whisper trying to understand.

  He kisses my forehead. “Yes.”

  So the mystery is somewhat solved but not completely. Obviously whatever he’s doing is dangerous and life threatening. I look back up at him. “And you’ll still do whatever I say?” He looks down at me, reaches over with his free hand and cups my face.

  “Anything you say.” He leans down and kisses me but I saw him wince. He moves back and smiles. “I know what I’d like to do right now.” He waggles his eyebrows and grimaces.

  I let out a small laugh and snuggle back into his chest as he lays his head down. “Yeah, first thing in order is to get your fever down and keep it there.” I let out a huge yawn.

  “What’s the next thing?” he asks yawning.

  I close my eyes, exhausted from this traumatic day. “Get you well enough so you can do what you’d like to do right now.”

  Silence.

  I crack open an eye and look up at my sleeping bad-boy mostly mystery man. I should get up and look at the medicine Peter brought but I’m so sleepy. Maybe for just a few minutes I can doze. Peter. How weird that he knows Dax and took care of everything at the hospital for us. I must thank him. I let out a wide yawn and close my eyes. Just a few minutes.

  19

  The next two weeks found me visiting Dad, taking care and helping to heal Dax and working at the hospital. But the few days after the “incident” were pretty hard and strange. Although it was amazing waking up in Dax’s arms, I almost missed his little notes he would leave me before he’d leave. He ran a temperature for two days after we had gotten home. I was a bit panicky but he gave me Peter’s number to call if I needed him to come over. I was determined to take care of Dax myself. After all, I am a nurse. But I also know I’m not infallible and taking care of someone alone is a lot different than having other professionals around to offer advice. I did cave in once and called Peter, but he assured me that this was normal and just to continue what I’d been doing. That made me feel somewhat better, but I hated watching Dax go through this. It’s much harder to see someone you care about in pain and not able to take it away.

  Dad became a bid distraught that Dax wasn’t there to do his physical therapy. They had someone else come in and take over but Dad didn’t do as well with them. He became frustrated and didn’t try as hard. I guess in that short time, he’d come to feel comfortable with Dax, just like I had. When Dax asks me how Dad’s doing, I lie and tell him that he’s doing good. I hate lying, with a passion. I’ve gotten to know Dax. I know he’d try to get out of bed and go work with him. He’d feel bad. I think he’s gotten to like my dad, and I’ve found that he’d also do anything to help ease any pain I’m going through. He may have a bad-boy exterior, he may still be somewhat of a mystery, but he has a big heart, one that I’m growing to love. I think that scares me most of all.

  After the second day, and once Dax’s fever broke, he was hungry all the time and was antsy to get out of bed and help do things around the house. Peter had told me to take a few days off, so I could get Dax through the rough days. I felt strange doing it since I’d only worked a couple of times. Now with Dax feeling better he actually started to drive me crazy. I couldn’t reason with him to take it easy and let his wounds heal. I’d be taking a shower and when I would get out, the bed would be empty. I’d find him in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I’d scold him and he’d laugh then kiss the hell outta me. That’s the other thing, it didn’t take him long to attack me, wanting to have sex. I hated pushing him away because God knows I was so horny for him, but I couldn’t take the chance with his healing process. He was still weak whether he’d admit it or not.

  Brooke about drove me insane with her constant phone calls and of course, I couldn’t tell her the secrets Dax shared, but I did finally tell her I was seeing someone. She made me describe him in great detail and practically swooned over the phone. She wanted me to FaceTime her and move my phone to him so she could see him. I would just laugh and tell her I would but another time. Yeah, that won’t be happening for quite a while, and she won’t be here until Christmas so I guess I have time.

  By the second week, Dax found out that Dad wasn’t doing well with his therapy, and he insisted I take him there to do his work with Dad, and then he’d sit there and visit with me and Dad then I’d take him home. He’d already had his stitches taken out by Peter, who came to the house to do it. He walks with a slight limp and has a small scar on his cheek. He thinks it makes him look tough even more so because it added to the scar he already had there from a couple of years ago, on the other cheek. I had to say that I agree but I also think it gives him character and is even sexier looking, which I didn’t think was even remotely possible. He began doing his own physical therapy at home. I’ve learned more about Dax in the last couple of weeks, and I’m falling harder for him by the second. Dad started improving again between Dax being there and they upped his medication. By the third week, he was walking using the walker by himself although someone always needed to be with him, just in case.

  I’m actually starting to get used to this new part of my life. Getting up and being able to spend time with Dax in the morning and Dad, then going to work at the hospital, then back to visiting Dad and home with Dax. He should just move in with me as he never goes home except when he went there to pack a bag and bring it over. I don’t even know where he was living. Another mystery. Life has been surprisingly good, under the circumstances. I know at some point it will change but for now, I’m living for today and grateful.

  One thing I’ve learned is life changes so quickly you don’t even realize it until “BAM”, it hits you. A month and a half after my life altered, Dad and I are talking about the chance that he may get to come home, at least for a while. With having a ranch style house, there’s no stairs for him to climb except for the two steps that lead from the garage into the house. To say he’s excited would minimize the word. He’s ecstatic. With tests that he has on his weekly checkups, it’s been learned that he as Diverticulitis. He’s been eating too many fruits and not enough fiber and now he can’t have nuts which he loves. I’m saddened that something else has to be taken away in his life but if it helps him live longer and without pain, so be it.

  This morning, I walk into the nursing home with renewed happiness. When I walked into Dad’s room, he’s sitting on his bed, and it is actually made. This is a first. And he’s dressed! He’s eating a bowl of fruit salad that I’d brought yesterda
y. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He smiles and puts another bite in his mouth.

  I walk over, setting my purse down on the counter, and sit down in the chair. “Well, good morning! You’re sure chipper today.” I smile. God, it’s so great to see him like this again. It’s been too long since he’s been himself. I’ve missed him.

  “I’m excited to go home.” My brows raise in excitement. “Dr. Turner is pleased with my progress and said I could go for a visit and see how that works out. After a few times, he said I could possibly go home to live. Of course, Dax told me this morning that he’d come there to continue my physical therapy and well, with you being a nurse, I’ll be in great care.” This is the best news ever! I stand quickly and walk over, giving him a hug.

  “Dad! That’s great! I’m so happy!”

  We spent the rest of the morning making plans. Tomorrow after his therapy he comes home for the first time in over two months. I left at noon disappointed I didn’t see Dax this morning but went to work with high spirits nonetheless. Work was normal. Darby was her bubbly self and was most welcomed. I could use some normalcy in my life again. Once done, I stopped by the grocery store and picked up things for dinner tonight and for our steak dinner with all the trimmings tomorrow while Dad is there. He’s only is allowed to come for a few hours, as a trial, so we’ll have an early dinner.

  I walk into the house. My arms loaded with sacks of food, setting them on the island in the kitchen and begin unloading everything. After putting away all the refrigerated foods, I start to take out the can goods from the sack. Light music filters into the room, coming from somewhere in the house. I set the two cans of green beans down on the counter, my curiosity piqued, and walk into the living room. Turning my head, I smile, hearing the light sounds coming from my bedroom. My heart quickens and so do my feet as I walk to the hallway. Anticipation becomes overwhelming. Dax and I have had sex since his horrible incident yet it’s been mild in comparison to the few times we’d been together prior. His leg has taken so much longer to heal than I’d thought due to the how bad the wound was, severing the main artery. He still says it aches sometimes and I still see him limp, slightly, from time to time. I’ve longed for him to drive into me with force, to take me hard and steady. His stamina has gotten better, but it’s not what it used to be. I stop at the doorway of my bedroom, the music soft and very romantic. The lights are off, causing a magnificent display of the glowing candles lit everywhere around the room. My eyes widen then smolder when I see him laying across my bed, naked as the day he was born. Licking my lips, I scan his gorgeous body, all the plains and ridges of his muscles. His well-defined abs make me want to lick every inch of them. My eyes move down his toned and muscular legs, noticing the scar from his surgery isn’t as bad as it could have been. I keep looking, devouring with my eyes, until I reach his feet. I’ve never understood people who have a fondness for feet and think that they are sexy, until now. His feet are actually beautiful, toned, slim, and with no arch in them.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispers.

  My eyes snap to his but follow them as they look down his body. His hardened cock is stiff, the girth wide, as he strokes himself, capturing my attention as well as causing instant wetness between my legs.

  “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  Damn, he’s so sexy.

  I’ve never been so turned on in my life but I’m frozen to my spot in awe. I can’t tear my eyes away from his strong hand stroking himself, tugging, then rubbing his thumb over the tip. I want to tear my clothes off and pounce on him. Instead, I stand and reach down to the hem of my shirt, pull it up and over my head – slowly. His eyes darken immediately. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra then pull each strap off my shoulder and let them fall down my arms. Letting my bra drop to the floor, I notice his stroking increases in pace as he stares at my abundant breasts, free from their confines. I let him simmer as I unbutton my jeans, pulling them down while never taking my eyes off his. I let them pool at my feet, standing only in a lacy baby blue thong. His hand glides up his large shaft, then he springs off the bed and is in front of me in two seconds. His hands cup my face. His mouth devours mine as he rubs his most needy cock against my stomach.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, kissing every inch of my face. “My Angel.”

  He cups my breast while his lips press against mine. I arch my back when he runs his thumb over my nipple while his tongue dives into my mouth. I’ve pushed up on my tiptoes, attempting to move against his cock, trying to help my aching clit. He moans, muffled by my mouth, and he pinches my nipple then squeezes my breast. He’s killing me – slowly.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he whispers.

  His hand leaves my breast cool without the warmth of his hand and travels down my side until two fingers touch my clit. “Ah!” I moan as he begins pressing and moving in circular motions. Lifting my leg, I wrap it around his bare torso, giving him much better access. Moving my arms around him, I run my fingernails up the back of his head, eliciting a guttural moan from him. “Please,” I whimper. I buck and mewl as the intenseness of an orgasm builds.

  “Don’t cum yet, Angel. I want to be inside you,” he whispers and then removes his fingers, causing all the sensations to die down. No! I was so close! He lifts me effortlessly, kissing me hard. I feel the mattress beneath me, his body settling between my already spread legs. He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting inside me so deep, so full, hitting the exact spot that starts the orgasm again and builds quickly. “Yes!” I scream.

  He smiles against my lips as he continues harder, faster, hitting the same spot over and over. I grab hold of his large biceps, squeezing and digging my fingernails into his skin. The intenseness returns ten-fold, the buildup increasing rapidly. So hard to describe what I’m feeling. It’s like a rush of tiny sparks in my core and lower stomach. Steady they build in numbers, in strength. He increases his speed until those sparks rupture and rush through my system. Down my legs, to my feet and curling my toes while they flow up through my stomach and sides, around my heart, down my arms and through my fingers. It races up my throat until I can’t catch my breath. But I manage to moan, “Dax!” very loudly as I grip his arms tightly.

  I want to watch him as he releases but I’m not sure I can open my eyes as he starts rubbing my swollen clit causing my orgasm to continue. Normally, they hit and only last a few moments but this one keeps going. My body is sweaty and shaking. I force myself to open my eyes as I feel him begin to shudder between my legs.

  “Fuck!” His head tilts back, exposing his throat. There’s a slight sheen of sweat covering every part of his body as his arms shake, struggling to hold himself up. My eyes widen as I take in his beauty. His lips part as his eyes close. In the glow of the candles, the amber lights flickering, and his light sweat glistening, he looks almost unearthly. “Saige!” He moans and every touch, every word spoken, even the looks he gives me, fills my heart so full. He thrusts a couple more times, and I can feel the wetness inside me coming from him as my sensations begin to return. He doesn’t lay down beside me. As his body still has intermittent shudders, still coming down from his release, he leans down and kisses me. Sweet. Tender.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as he looks deeply into my eyes. “I love you, Saige.” I take a staggering breath, still not able to bring in air fully. “You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of. You’re the light to my dark.” His eyes search mine as his thumbs rub over my cheeks. “I’d be lost without you.” He kisses me softly then looks back into my eyes. “You’re the air I need to breathe. I ache for you. Long for you. I’m not complete without you. I can’t live without you.” I take a shallow breath. Tears drop from my eyes, and he wipes them away. “You think this might be too fast, that we haven’t known each other long enough.” I try to shake my head but I nod, slightly. The corner of his mouth lifts. “You could be right but you see – I’ve seen you in my mind, long ago. I’ve ached and longed for you for so
long I thought I might die.” More tears fall and his smile lifts. “You see… you always were meant to be mine, and I was always meant to be yours.”

  I’m so touched by his words, so overcome, that I can’t speak. My tears are flooding my eyes now running down into my hair, my chin quivering. He shakes his head as he leans down and kisses me. Once. Twice. When he rises but a breath away, his eyes are full of tears too.

  “Don’t cry, baby.” Baby. “I don’t ever want to be the cause of you to be under any distress. Ever.”

  “I’m not…” I let out a shaky breath. “Crying because I’m sad.” One of his brows raise, his face full of – hope? I smile, tears still streaming down my face. He kisses each of my cheeks, removing more tears as they fall. “I’m shedding tears of happiness.”

  The look on his face is so beautiful, my heart aches. “I want nothing but happiness for you, my Angel. I want to give you everything.”

  I smile and finally can take a deep breath. “I only want you,” I whisper.

  “You have me, completely,” he replies then he kisses me, softly, gently, then harder until I feel him push inside me again as he deepens the kiss. He makes love to me passionately but slowly. He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “My heart.” He kisses my forehead. “My soul.” He kisses my cheek. “My undying love.” His mouth claims mine again, and I’m taken away by him. He gave me another orgasm and moaned my name, then he laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms. I’ve never known anyone like him, never felt as if someone would actually give their life for me, do anything to protect me, and ensure my happiness.

  I lay awake for hours, the rest of the groceries and dinner forgotten. My body is deliciously sore, my heart full. Running my finger over the soft skin on his chest, I think about all he said to me. “I’ve seen you in my mind, long ago.” I look up at his face as he sleeps. His beauty is surreal, much like that of a Roman statue. I’ve never really believed in fate or the hidden forces that pull people together. But could he have imagined me? Or someone like me? A mind is a strange and wondrous thing. Maybe in his mind he thought he saw someone who resembles me. I snuggle against his chest, feeling his warmth and the softness of his skin. Closing my eyes, I start to drift off, remembering every moment of tonight.