“Yes,” we told her simultaneously.
“Come, this way. Dr. Gelish will see you now.”
We entered the room to find the doctor standing over Mr. Acer and talking softly with him. Bobby was so anxious that he looked ready to snap at any second.
“Dad, how are you feeling?” he asked, rushing over to his dad.
“I’m okay, son.”
Dr. Gelish frowned at Mr. Acer’s words. “Hi there, I’m Dr. Gelish. Your father is amazingly strong and has an extremely high tolerance for pain. However, when he suffers from intense waves of this pain as the cancer spreads to organs like his lungs, his body shuts down, which is causing these fainting spells. Additionally, with the spread of the cancer to his lymph nodes and lungs, his body is having trouble keeping up. As I told Mr. Acer earlier, things are rapidly deteriorating. We’d like to keep him in the hospital with a good dose of morphine to keep him pain free.”
Bobby started to cry as he clutched his dad’s hand. The sight of his broken face sent tears falling down my own cheeks.
“Dr. Gelish,” Mr. Acer wheezed, “I don’t want too much to where I can’t be lucid. I need to spend the last bits of my life with my son in a coherent frame of mind. If that means being in pain, so be it.”
Bobby flinched at his dad’s words. “No, Dad, you need the meds so you won’t hurt.” His bottom lip was trembling so badly I had the urge to put my thumb to it and stop it for him.
“Dammit, we’ll do things my way. Now you two go on home and get some rest. Come see me in the morning. Bring my journal and your guitar, son.” Mr. Acer closed his eyes and his breathing evened out.
Dr. Gelish whispered, “He’s right. You two need your rest. We’ll take good care of him and advise you of any changes.”
After Dr. Gelish left, Bobby kissed his dad on the forehead and we headed home hand in hand. He was quiet the entire walk to his rental car. I just squeezed his hand, hoping to convey my support in a silent way.
Once we’d settled into the car, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His black hair was disheveled, sticking up in every direction. The bags under his eyes had gotten darker since I’d first seen him days ago. I was looking at the tattoos on his neck when he opened his eyes and glanced over at me.
The drive home was quiet and quick. He was driving a little too fast for someone who was so tired, but I didn’t say a word. His silence worried me that he was on the verge of a breakdown.
As soon as we pulled up, he parked and stormed into the house. Something about the way he was behaving worried me, and I ran in after him. I found him in the bedroom kneeling over his bag, opening a bottle of pills, and suddenly I realized exactly what he was doing. Rushing to him, I knocked the bottle from his hands and they spilled out all over the floor.
He let out a frustrated guttural noise, and I shrank away from him. That is, until he started trying to scoop up the pills. I launched myself at him, tackling him to the ground.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” his voice thundered as he rolled me underneath him. I saw his eyes glance around looking for one so I squirmed to bring his attention back to me.
“Those pills are just going to fuck you up. Then what? Huh? Your dad is refusing to be heavily sedated because of YOU. He wants to spend his last moments with clarity. Honor him by doing the same!” I was crying now because I wanted nothing more than to protect him from doing this to himself. He would hate himself if something happened to his dad and he was too out of it to realize it.
His tears started pouring from his face again, splattering my forehead. As if a dark moment passed, heat suddenly filled his eyes as I felt his hardness between us. Dipping down to my lips, he kissed me hard while he unfastened his jeans. Tearing the shred of fabric that was my panties from my body, he pushed himself into me.
Thrusting wildly into me, he nipped at my lips, making them raw and sore. Tears continued to land on my face as he fucked away his pain. I just held him, releasing my own tears, as he finally came and fell onto me. Threading my fingers though his hair, I held him while his body shuddered and he completely emotionally broke apart in my arms.
Bobby
Being comforted by her was the only thing that could soothe the ache in my chest. No drugs or alcohol had ever made me feel the way she did. When my crying fit was over, I lifted up onto my elbows to look at her. She studied my face with such compassion, and I nearly lost it again.
“June Bug, I’m so sorry. You were right. I want to be clearheaded for my dad. Thank you for stopping me.” She smiled broadly at me.
I pressed my lips to hers and felt my dick, which was still inside her, harden. As we kissed, I moved myself in and out of her and became fully erect. This time, she started panting softly with pleasure. I felt like an ass for not making sure she got off as well moments ago.
Sliding one of my hands to her breast, I pinched her nipple lightly between my thumb and finger. She whimpered into my mouth as we kissed and I continued my slow thrusting into her. I sucked her lip between my teeth and pulled away to see her face. Her glowing green eyes fluttered shut as she neared her climax. To help her along, I dragged my fingertips down her body until they met her clit and rubbed it with my thumb.
Her breaths became shallow, and she tensed underneath me. My own release was getting closer, and I struggled to hold on for her. When the walls of her pussy clutched my dick as she came, I exploded inside of her.
Spent, I pulled out of her and rolled onto the floor beside her. Finding her hand, I threaded it with mine.
“I’m sorry this is how we had to reunite. Never in my dreams would I have figured it would have been under these circumstances. You’re so patient with me and the stress of all of this. Thank you, June. It means the world to me. You mean the world to me.”
“Bobby, I understand this is a difficult time for you. That’s why I can’t allow you to hurt any further.” She sat up and began crawling on her hands and knees to collect the pills. Still lying down, I pushed up on my elbows to watch her.
Her perfect little ass was pointed in the air as she searched for every one of the pills scattered all over the floor. I could have helped her, but I was enjoying the view. Seeing a pill just under the bed that she missed, I considered ignoring it and saving it for later, but the way she scrambled about so seriously, looking for them to protect me, I decided against it.
Pulling the one out from under the bed, I winked and handed it to her. “Missed one, babe.” She smiled beautifully at me and took it from my hand.
Leaning over, she pecked me on the lips and scurried to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and knew it was done. The shower started up after so I followed her in there.
“Whenever you feel sad or overwhelmed by what’s going on with your dad, I want you to talk to me. It isn’t worth getting messed up, okay?” Her green eyes were sparkling with conviction as she spoke. This girl was doing her best to protect me. She was amazing.
“Come here,” I growled and yanked her to me.
Dipping my head down to hers, I gently kissed her. I felt her hands slither up and around my neck in order to hold me close to her as she deepened our kiss. My hands made their way to her curvy ass and I squeezed each cheek hard.
I pulled away from our passionate kissing and said, “Let’s continue this in the shower.”
“You got it, Lover Boy.”
June
“Scoot closer,” I ordered to Bobby as I tried to get a good picture of them. Mr. Acer was feeling much better today and in good spirits. We’d come up to the hospital bright and early, bringing him breakfast from the diner.
I took several pictures of them before Mr. Acer motioned for me to hand over the camera.
“June, sweetheart, I want to get one of you and my Bobby.”
Bobby hopped up off the edge of the bed and slung an arm over my shoulder. We grinned as he snapped a couple of pictures.
Bobby leaned over and nipped my ear, causing me to squeal and push him awa
y. “You are so naughty, Bobby!”
Both men chuckled. It was nice seeing them both so happy. Bobby sat down in the chair and brought me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around my middle and resting his temple on my back.
The afternoon went by breezily as we chatted about Bobby’s climb to fame, my marriage, and Mr. Acer’s property deals he’d made over the years. Everything was so comfortable.
“Bobby, I’m going to run down to the cafeteria and grab us some sandwiches. I’ll be right back.”
When I came back a bit later with the sandwiches, I could hear music coming from the hospital room. Peeking my head in, I saw Bobby sitting on the bed, playing his guitar. The scene was so serene, Bobby strumming and his dad lying there smiling with his eyes closed. I didn’t want to break the spell so I just stayed where I was while they had their moment.
“June? Is that you?” someone called out behind me.
Pulling the door closed, I turned around to see who’d called me. Unfortunately, it was Markwayne’s brother. I’d forgotten he was dating a nurse here at the hospital.
“Hey, Jimmy. How are you?” I asked, completely uncomfortable at our meeting.
“I’m great. You know, Markwayne misses you somethin’ fierce. I can’t believe you two can’t work things out.”
This was awkward and not exactly the conversation I wanted to be having at the moment.
“Jimmy, things will never be repaired between him and me. I’m sorry but I’ve—” I started to say but was cut off.
Bobby wrapped an arm around my waist possessively as he finished for me. “Moved on.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened when he realized Bobby and I were an item. “You were cheatin’ on my brother with this white trash?” he demanded.
Bobby’s hand tightened his grip on me as he was having difficulty holding back.
“Your brother crossed several lines, and we are going through a divorce. We aren’t together anymore, so drop it.” He’d pissed me off and I was now the one having difficulty holding back.
“Whatever, June. Have fun fuckin’ this trashy asshole.” Jimmy stormed off before either of us could respond.
Bobby spun me around to face him and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Come back to the room. I think we’ve given them enough of a show.” I tried not to glare at all of the hospital staff watching us like we were the next best thing since sliced bread.
Bobby
The past month and a half, we fell into a routine. Each day, June and I would get up early, pick up breakfast for Dad, and spend the day with him. Once it got late, we’d go back home and play house.
Every day, Dad deteriorated more and more. Mom had tried to call numerous times, but I’d declined them all, opting to text her instead. I’d kept the updates simple and ignored all of her apologies. June thought I needed to talk to Mom about what she’d done but I wasn’t ready.
The guys were planning a trip out next week to visit and I was ecstatic. It would be nice for them to finally meet my girl.
When we walked into the hospital room this morning, he looked more haggard than usual and my stomach flopped. June’s mom was sitting in a chair beside his bed.
“Hi there, kids! Sutton and I were just talkin’ about y’all,” she beamed over at us.
June pulled away from my hand to go hug her. While they chatted, I went around to the other side of the bed to visit with Dad.
“How are you feeling today, Dad?” I knew what he would say because he always said the same thing.
“I’m fine, son.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t fine, right?”
The saddest look briefly passed over his features before he masked it with a forced grin. “Of course, Bobby. Come give your old man a hug. I love you so much, you know.” Something in his tone of voice made me shudder. He knew something I didn’t, and I wanted to vomit.
“I love you too, Dad. Always have, always will. Now help me figure out the words to this song I’ve been working on.” Dad’s chin quivered and I nearly lost it, blinking back tears of my own.
“Sure thing,” he choked out.
June and her mom were still talking animatedly about something and hadn’t noticed our exchange.
After a while of playing my guitar and Dad making suggestions, I had most of a new song hashed out. The guys would love that I’d pretty much written our entire next album. I couldn’t wait for them to start jamming with me.
“Bobby,” Dad spoke later that afternoon, “I had Dottie call and make reservations for you and June at the steakhouse. You two have spent so much time caring for me that you deserve a date night. Dad’s treat.”
I was already shaking my head no but he stopped it.
“Listen here, boy. That woman over there is beautiful and deserves a night out. I want you two to go out and enjoy yourselves. I’m not going anywhere. Plus, Dottie said she’d stay and keep me company.”
“Fine, but we’ll be back first thing in the morning. She is pretty beautiful, huh?” I teased, winking at him.
He grinned back at me. It quickly fell to a frown as he grabbed ahold of my hand. “Bobby, I want you to listen to me. I don’t have much time on this earth. We both know my time is limited. Promise me you won’t let that girl go. You two are supposed to be together. Just promise me that, no matter what happens, you’ll take care of her.”
I nodded and rubbed my palm over my face. “Of course, Dad. She’s my girl. Always has been, always will be. I’m not letting her go. Now stop talking like you’re going to keel over at any moment.”
He chuckled, and I pulled him close, squeezing him tightly. I heard the click of the camera followed by a flash. That June was quite the photographer.
“I love you, son,” he whispered into my neck.
“I love you too, Dad.”
Why did this feel like goodbye?
June
My phone rang, so I handed the camera over to Momma so I could answer it. In a couple of minutes of conversing with my attorney, I hung up feeling free.
“Bobby? Guess who that was?”
He stood from the hospital bed and pulled me close. “Well, whoever it was just made you very happy.” He grinned down at me and pecked me on the lips.
“It was my attorney. I’m officially divorced!” I squealed when he picked me up and spun me around.
“Well, there you go. Now you two have something to celebrate,” Mr. Acer chimed up behind us.
I smiled over at him. Pulling from Bobby, I went over and gave him a big hug.
Whispering quickly into my ear, he said, “That’s great news, June. Take care of my son. I love you very much. You were always a daughter to me.”
Tears welled up and rolled over my cheeks. It meant the world to hear that he thought of me as a daughter. His voice held finality to it, and I cringed at what that might mean.
“All right, you three. Huddle together,” Momma instructed and snapped a picture of the three of us.
“That steak was amazing. We’ve been having so much fast food, cafeteria food, or diner food in the last couple of months that I forgot what real food tasted like,” I teased Bobby.
He laughed as we stood and paid our bill. “What do you want to do now, beautiful girl?”
“Well, I could think of something fun,” I winked.
His eyes burned with heat at my words. Grabbing my hand, he led me out of the restaurant and drove us back to the house. We were barely in the house when we started ripping the clothes off of one another. When we were both completely naked, he heaved me over his shoulder and hauled me to the bedroom. Tossing me onto the bed, I giggled as he stared down at me.
“You are so fucking beautiful, June, and I’m ready for dessert.” His eyes burned a trail to my pussy, which throbbed under his gaze. Kneeling down on the floor in front of me, he gently spread my legs and hungrily admired what was between them. Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he slowly placed each leg over his shoulders.
Dipping do
wn, his tongue licked between my folds and I yelped in pleasure.
“Oh, Bobby, that’s it,” I moaned.
He began a frantic pattern of sucking, tasting, and nibbling me in ways that were driving me crazy. Slipping two fingers inside of me, I gasped when he grazed my g-spot. A few more taps of my magical internal button and I was coming hard around his fingers.
He pulled away and chuckled. “Babe, you are the hottest fucking woman on the planet, and I could do that over and over for hours.”
“Don’t promise what you can’t deliver,” I taunted, very much wondering if he could go all night trapped between my legs.
“And you better not tempt me,” he growled and nipped at my inner thigh.
I nearly bucked off the bed.
“Hmmm. It would appear that you liked my little love bite,” he observed as he slowly licked that same area. Just as quickly as he’d done before, he bit down on my thigh, this time harder, making me moan loudly.
Taking my sounds as permission, he bit and sucked repeatedly all over the inside of my thighs until I was begging him.
“Bobby, I need you right now. Please, baby,” I whined as he bit me again, this time keeping my flesh between his teeth as he looked over at me.
Slowly releasing me, he crawled up over me and slid an arm under me to pull me farther up the bed. My inner thighs were tingling from his bites, which only managed to intensify my need to have him in me.
When he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I nearly came. My entire body was tender and sore, not wanting to wait for him any longer. He lined up his tip with my very wet entrance and gently pushed himself inside. It was such a stark contrast from the biting he had been doing moments earlier.
He pressed his forehead to mine, pinning me with his intense glare as he began driving himself into me. When I could feel another orgasm on the horizon and started to close my eyes, he stroked my cheek.
“Baby, keep them open for me. I need you to see how much I…” He paused. “Fuck it. I need you to see how much I love you. Because I do. I love you very much, June.”
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