BABY GIRL III - Love That Just Is (THE ERIK EAD MC EROTICA SERIES)

by Scott Hildreth

  Softly, he sprayed my hair. His hand caressed my scalp as he sprayed it from my scalp to the tips. As water hit my face, he wiped it away. The warm water felt good on my scalp. The tension in my legs went away and they quit aching. I relaxed and thought about the day we met in the dealership.

  Erik with a “K”, Enunciate Kelli.

  I felt the warm water hit my chest. I smiled. His hand softly slid across my breast, squeezing lightly. His finger circled my nipple. I felt his mouth on my nipple. His tongue licked as his lips lightly kissed. His mouth moved away. I felt the water again. The water dripped down my stomach to between my legs. I could feel it pooling up at my crotch, where my thighs were pressed together.

  I felt the water on my hair again. My scalp began to warm up. As he sprayed my hair lightly with the warm water, he kissed my lips lightly. His hand massaged my scalp as we kissed. My entire body tingled.

  I have no idea where he gets these ideas, but he sure knows how to get in my head, and make me want to spend every day with him. Understanding him, figuring him out, learning what makes him tick. This man makes me insane. There cannot be another person on this earth like this. Some way, somehow, he knows exactly what to do and how to do it.

  The water trickled down my face onto my chin. I squeezed my eyes together. He kissed my cheek. His tongue slid along my face to my chin. As he licked my chin, I felt his lips touch me. His mouth encompassed my chin and he kissed it. As he kissed it, he sucked the water off of it.

  I felt his hands behind my shoulders as he slid his mouth to my neck. As he kissed my neck and shoulders, he pulled against my shoulders, leaning my upper body toward him.

  His hands slid to under my armpits. He lifted my weight from the sink. I kept my eyes closed. As my legs slipped from the sink, he held my wet body to his and kissed me deep and long.

  Our lips against each other, his tongue explored my mouth. He kissed my lips and pulled away. Immediately, he kissed me again, his tongue licking my lips as he began to kiss. As he kissed me, I felt his hands on my back pulling me against him. One hand slid to my ass and held squeezed. His hips against mine, I felt his cock rise against my thigh.

  Our lips parted again. He kissed me gently and quickly twice as our bodies parted.

  I kept my eyes closed.

  I had to capture this and separate it from everything. Weird. Erotic. Nice. Fuck, I don’t even know what this was.

  “Ten,” I said.

  “Ten. Ten. Ten,” I repeated.

  I kept my eyes closed as he guided me across the floor. His hands slipped behind my thighs and around my shoulder. He picked me up from the floor and placed me on the countertop at the island.

  “Lay down, baby girl,” he said.

  I laid flat on my back.

  I heard him get onto the countertop at the end of the island. I felt his knees between my thighs. His chest pressed against mine, and we began to kiss again. As we kissed I spread my legs wider to invite him inside of me.

  I felt his weight lift from my thighs and hips, and then felt the head of his cock against my wet pussy. Slowly, he slid inside.

  “Mmmmmm,” I moaned.

  He kissed my lips as he slowly fucked me. His cock slid in and out slowly and deeply. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled his chest against mine. He did not resist as I pulled him to me. I kept my eyes closed and rolled them back a little, enjoying the feeling of him being inside of me and against my chest.

  Thank God. I love him against my chest.

  As he continued to kiss me, his hips worked back and forth. The feeling of his cock inside of me was intense. Everything combined was more than I could take. His tongue licked my lips as his hand touched my face. His finger moved my wet hair to behind my ear. He lifted his mouth from my lips, and moved it to my ear.

  “I love you baby girl. I love you with every ounce of my being. Understand that,” he whispered into my ear.

  His warm breath made me shiver.

  His hips worked back and forth, and his cock filled me.

  “Can you cum for me?” he breathed into my ear.

  That’s it. I’m done.

  His breathing became more labored. He began to take quick short breaths.

  I relaxed and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me. I began to contract. As I did, he kissed me deeply. It felt as if his cock doubled in size. I felt it swell. I began to cum. Hard. A deep orgasm. An exhausting orgasm. The kind that puts you to sleep in the middle of the day. It came from my soul.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as I came.

  I bit my lip.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, my body tingling from head to toe, still cumming.

  Slowly, his cock worked in and out. Then, he held it deep.

  I felt him explode inside of me. His warm cum filled me as he squeezed my shoulder in his hand and kissed my lips lightly.

  “I love you baby girl,” he said as his cock twitched inside of me.

  He kissed my lips.

  “Open your eyes,” he said.

  I opened my eyes.

  “You can talk now,” he said.

  I nodded.

  “I love you,” he said.

  I opened my mouth and licked my lips slowly. I looked at his beautiful face. He was teaching me so much about myself. I loved this man like no other woman could ever experience. He was as unique as could be. He defined, to me, what perfection was. I looked up and down his tattooed, muscled body.

  I sighed.

  He smiled.

  “Eleven,” I said.

  “A good solid eleven,” I paused.

  “And I love you back.”

  ERIK. “So how did it get so, well…critical?” I asked, my hands pressed tight to my hips.

  “It’s almost impossible to determine for sure, but he has about ten percent of the use of his remaining kidney. So, technically, he has five percent of what you have,” the doctor explained.

  “And the dialysis?” I asked, looking down at the floor.

  “He’s been on dialysis for three weeks. Some do well with dialysis, others not so well. I would have to check to be certain, but if memory serves me correctly, he’s been three or four times a week,” he said.

  “What’s the bottom line, doc?” I asked.

  “He’s dying, Erik. The dialysis causes anemia, the anemia is countered by the iron we’re giving him, he’s just…well, he’s just dying,” he responded in a very matter of fact tone.

  “Wrong answer, doc. What can we do?” I asked.

  “There’s nothing that can be done now, it’s just a matter of time,” he responded again, looking at his watch.

  “I appreciate you meeting me down here,” I said as I extended my hand.

  He extended his arm and shook my hand.

  “I’ve got another…” he stammered, again looking at his watch.

  “I understand. Again, thank you. I uhhmm…one thing. I need one thing,” I said, turning to face him again.

  “Yes?” he asked.

  “I’m on the sheet. I’m listed as family, correct?” I asked.

  He nodded before he looked at the screen of his iPad, “Yes here it is, Erik Ead. You are.”

  “Make note. If anything happens, you call me. Not Kelli. You call me. No exceptions, understand?”

  “I’ll make note of it,” he said.

  “Make note now, doc. Do it now,” I demanded.

  “Consider it done,” he said as he scribbled on his pad.

  “Thanks, doc,” I said as he turned to walk away.

  I walked out of the waiting room and turned down the hallway. I slowed my walk down and took my time. I was not looking forward to this. As I approached the room, I took a deep breath and exhaled.

  I slowly opened the door. Kelli sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father’s face, whispering to him quietly. It was apparent she had been crying. She turned to face me, and quickly wiped her face, checking for tears.

  I walked to the foot of the bed and reached down to t
ouch Gene’s feet. They felt cold. I covered them with the blanket and tucked it under his heels.

  “Son, how you doing?” he asked in a raspy voice.

  “I’m doing well, Gene. You need to get your ass out of here, the dealer is going to go to hell without you. They’ll be giving cars away before you know it,” I said, trying to change the mood a little.

  “Get me a wheelchair in here. Hell, if you can fit me in the trunk of your M, we can skedaddle,” he chuckled.

  The chuckle produced a cough.

  He was dying. He looked like a different man in a matter of a few weeks. Seeing him sickened me. I stood and wondered why I couldn’t have his blood type. I would sacrifice all that I had for this man.

  Time passes and things change.

  That is a given.

  Kelli held his hand and tried to force a smile.

  “Kelli, let me talk to Erik for a minute. You want to go down to the cafeteria and get something for you two to drink?” Gene asked.

  Kelli looked at me and then turned back to Gene. Slowly, she stood. She straightened the wrinkles from her jeans, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

  “What…uhhmm. What,” she coughed into her hand.

  “Want. What do you want?” she asked as she walked toward me.

  “Water, baby. Just a bottle of water,” I responded.

  She pulled her purse from the chair and put it over her shoulder. As she approached me, she stood on her tip-toes and puckered her lips. As I kissed her, she pulled her head back slowly and whispered.

  “He’s gonna be just fine,” she said, “just fine.”

  I nodded and fought back tears, knowing otherwise.

  After Kelli was gone, I walked to the head of the bed and held Gene’s hand.

  “Go make sure she’s gone son,” he said softly.

  I walked to the door and opened it. I stepped into the hall and looked both directions. The halls were bare, short of a lone nurse pushing a pill cart. I walked back into the room.

  I nodded, “She’s gone.”

  “What we talked about the other day. Take care of her. I need you to promise me, Erik. Again. Promise me. I know what you told me before we even talked, but there’s a difference. Promise me,” he muttered as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

  “Gene, I promise,” I said.

  “Dry,” he said, wiping his lips again.

  I turned and looked at the bedside table. I grabbed the cup sitting there and pulled a few ice chips from the cup. I placed one of them in his mouth. He winked his eye. I placed another as soon as he was done with the first.

  “You’re a good man, son. You never fooled me. Act all tough to those pissy friends of yours, but I know better. You’re a good kid. My daughter’s lucky,” he rasped.

  “I’ve got a sale underway on the dealer. I’m going to sell it. I’m going to give you two the money. Kelli doesn’t need to run that damned place to make me happy. You take care of her. That’ll make me happy,” he paused.

  I placed another ice chip into his mouth.

  “But it’s your dream,” I said.

  “Mine, yes. Not hers. She has always wanted to make me happy. Making me happy would be living a productive life with someone that takes care of her and cherishes her, just like I have. You hurt that girl…”

  I shook my head.

  He slowly raised his hand.

  “You hurt that girl and I’ll come back from my grave and cut your dick off, son. Remember that. Clean off. You can bank on that, you hear me?” he asked.

  “Yes sir,” I responded.

  “Don’t mention the dealership to Kelli. She’s convinced I’m going to get out of here. I haven’t had the heart to tell her I only have one kidney yet. Can’t decide if I should. It’s tough son. It’s just tough,” he began to cough.

  I squeezed his hand in mine.

  “I may ask her if she wants to stay with me tonight. Maybe I will be able to muster the courage to talk to her. I really need to,” he said.

  I placed another ice chip in his mouth.

  “Hell, you ought to be a caregiver, you big dumb monkey,” he laughed.

  His laughter caused another coughing fit.

  I leaned into the bed, took the bottom of my tee shirt, and wiped his mouth. He winked at me again as I did. The door opened and Kelli walked in with three bottles of water. She walked up to the bed and handed me one. She placed the other beside the bed on the bedside table.

  “Baby, I need Erik to take care of some stuff for me at the dealer. You want to stay here with me tonight? I’ll scooch to the side of the bed and make some room for ya,” he said, smiling.

  She looked at me for assurance. I nodded.

  “Yes, daddy. I’d love to stay with you,” she said.

  “Scooch now,” she said as she walked to the other side of the bed.

  I grasped the blankets that were underneath Gene and pulled them in my direction, moving him to the side of the bed.

  “Well, if I’m going to get that stuff done, I better get out of here, Gene,” I said as I set the water on the table.

  Kelli adjusted herself onto the bed beside her father, and laid down on her side. On top of the blankets, she scooted closer to him until her body was against his.

  I walked to her side of the bed and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

  “I love you, Kelli,” I said.

  “I love you back,” she said.

  “Thanks son. I love you,” Gene said.

  Two people other than the men I rode with were telling me they loved me, and I knew that they both meant it. This was new to me. New, but welcome.

  “I love you too, Gene. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as I grabbed my water and walked to the door.

  I opened the door and stepped half way through it. I turned back to face the room. I had something I wanted to say, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Kelli raised her hand in the air, her palm open. As she did, her father raised his hand in the air slowly, his index finger extended. She grasped his finger in her hand and squeezed in into her palm.

  And they both closed their eyes.

  KELLI. I carried the ladder up the steps and into the kitchen. It was heavy and awkward to carry. I knew if I dropped it or drug it on the floor, Erik would notice, and I would be in trouble. I needed to get it up the steps and to our bedroom.

  I gripped it tight in my hands and grunted as I started up the steps.

  When I got into the bedroom, I set the ladder beside the bed and spread the legs apart. I stepped onto the rung and made sure it felt secure.

  We all pray to the same God. Call him whatever you prefer. Allah. Buddha. God. It doesn’t matter, there’s one. We all believe in what we believe in. That belief gives us hope. It provides us with a form of power. The power of prayer is the power of belief. Belief that the prayer and who you’re praying to will work.

  The power of prayer. The power of thought. The power of hope. Some of the simplest things in life are the most powerful. From within our own self, when considering our experiences, we can find hope, strength, and comfort in living and believing. Believing is solving.

  We all need something to believe in.

  Erik had told me of the talisman. It had been blessed and was not to be touched. He said it was blessed and was to provide him with protection from harm. Not a good luck charm so to speak, but a medallion of a powerful nature. It was something that could protect him from bad coming into his life. It would also protect people that he loved, because people that he loved being hurt would hurt him. That was my guess anyway.

  The talisman was not to be touched by anyone. If someone touched it, it would absorb all of the bad that is within them, and then it would not provide Erik with the protection and the good that was intended. Only if Erik trusted the person one hundred percent could he ever let them touch it. They had to be pure, and never intend on bringing him bad. They had to be a person that had Erik’s best interest as their best interest.

  I looked u
p at the ceiling and climbed the ladder. When I got to the top and leaned toward the medallion, I shook. Not from the ladder being insecure, but from something else. I reached out toward the talisman and hesitated. I closed my eyes and thought.

  I have no choice.

  I reached for it and grasped it into my hand. The metal of it felt cold. As I held it, I felt an odd feeling of three people being in the room. Erik, my father, and I.

  Three.

  I closed my eyes and prayed.

  God, if you’re listening, I have to talk to you. I need a favor, God. I’m not really sure how to do this, but I know you don’t want lip service from me. I’m not going to make you promises. I’m not going to change my life if you do some miracle for me. I just want to talk.

  I clutched the medallion in my hand and held it close to my heart.

  God, my father is sick. You know that. He is a child of yours so you know. I ask that you stop and take a look at him for a minute. He’s a great man. He took care of me for my entire life, and he did a good job. I grew up and I made bad decisions. Me. I made them. If he knew some of the things that I did, he would skin me alive. But the decisions were mine.

  He raised me well.

  God, he needs help. I am asking you in the name of Jesus, that you consider giving him what it is that he needs to survive. I know that he can’t live forever, but you can make him live for a while. Just a little while longer. I have a plan, God, and he’s part of it. Just take a look at him and see what you can do.

  One more thing, God. For whatever reason, you put Erik in my life.

  Thank you for that.

  I squeezed the talisman in my hand and opened my eyes. I looked around the room. I closed my eyes and continued.

  I know holding this thing may seem weird to you God, but it’s all I have. I wanted to be as close to you as I could be, and I felt that this was the best for us both. If Erik is in my life to replace my father, I guess that you made a good choice. Erik loves me, I know he does. I ask that you bless him too, God. Keep him healthy. I can’t survive on this earth alone, and do it as good as I can with him. Keep him healthy, please.

  Help me make all good decisions, God.