Rescued Hearts

by Angela Nicole

  “It will take a lot more than getting shot in the leg to keep me from you Emily.” He holds me tight with one arm while he strokes my hair with his other hand.

  I lift my face to him so that I can look into his eyes. “I brought some pictures of Shane. He already looks like you. He has your big brown, soulful eyes, and a dimple in his chin.”

  Mac grins now and just like always, it reaches deep down in my core. “I want to see every picture you have in a few minutes, but right now I am going to kiss the beautiful mother of my child.”

  And boy does he kiss me. This isn’t a sweet, tender kiss but one of passion and want. His perfect lips devour mine, while our tongues feast on each other. Mac nips at my bottom lip and the bit of pain turns me on.

  This man has made me feel things that I have never have before. I have never wanted to be dominated in the bedroom or one for getting pleasure from pain, but with Sean it is everything I need.

  Sean’s hands move down my face, across my shoulders down my arms. I shiver as he kisses me down my neck. “I love you so much Emily,” he says as he bites my earlobe.

  Oh God, I am going to have an orgasm right here.

  I am wearing jeans and as I sit on top of Sean’s lap, I can feel his erection rubbing against my wet folds. Without leaving his lips, I start to grind my hips to get some friction going. I hear him groan into my mouth, and I take that as a clue not to stop.

  I wonder if I can get us both off this way.

  This feels so good. Having her in my arms, on my lap with my lips on hers, I am in heaven. I can’t remember a time when my dick has been this hard. I know that I need to stop this before I come in my shorts. One, we can’t have sex here in my room and even if we could, I am not yet comfortable showing her my scars.

  In my heart I know that it doesn’t matter to Emily what I look like, but I have to admit that it bothers me. That doesn’t mean that I am not a gentleman. I know what my girl needs. Pulling my lips away, I hear a small groan come from Emily.

  “Tell me what you need baby,” I whisper in her ear.

  She chokes out an answer, “I need you inside of me Sean.”

  Fuck, do I need that too.

  “Emily, look at me for a minute. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but I can’t for a couple of reasons, but I promise that I will make you feel good. Take off your pants and get back on my lap.”

  I can see sympathy in her eyes, and it pisses me off.

  “We don’t have to do anything,” she offers as she gets off my lap.

  “Em, do it now. Take off your pants so I can finger fuck you and give you what you need.”

  I hear Emily gasp at my bluntness, but it does the trick because she is out of her pants in seconds.

  Suddenly, I sense a look of something that resembles panic. I cringe on the inside because I wonder if she is grossed out by my leg but in an instant, I know it isn’t how I look. She is panicking about the way she looks. I can tell because she pulls the hem of her shirt down so I can’t see her in her underwear, and she will not look me in the eyes.

  I know that I am a hypocrite, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Emily, look at me and take off the rest of your clothes,” I say in my best dominate voice.

  My beautiful woman bites her lip, takes a minute to decide what she is going to do, and then she does it.

  I have been so focused on Mac and his concern about letting me see him, I didn’t realize that I may not be attractive to him after having the baby. I feel a sudden rush of panic standing in front of him, but I have to trust him.

  I strip and watch for any sign of shock at how my body has changed. I have not lost much of my baby weight, and I have a large scar across my belly from my c-section. Of course, there are also stretch marks and my sagging boobs.

  “Come here, Emily. I want to touch what’s mine.”

  I do as he asks, and when I am within touching distance, he reaches out and places his hand on my belly. I wince, and he notices because his eyes snap to mine. “I don’t want you to ever feel embarrassed or less sexy because of this,” he says as he rubs my scar.

  “I haven’t had time to really take care of myself.”

  He looks at me with a sense of admonishment. “You are perfect. You have given birth to my son and every scar or stretch mark is a symbol of our family. You are sexier now than you have ever been.”

  He pulls me onto his lap where I can still feel his erection. I can sense how wet I am against my thighs. Mac must feel the heat coming from me, “I can tell you are ready for me baby.”

  “Jesus Sean,” I groan as he slides two fingers into me. I know that it isn’t going to take me long.

  “Is this what you need Em?” He asks before he takes my mouth to his, and all I can do is whimper my affirmative response.

  He moves his lips down my neck as he continues to rub my clit with his thumb. I can feel my body start to tense up. My breathing is becoming more of a panting.

  He moves his lips from me and looks at me, “I want to watch you come on my hand. I want you to look me in the eyes knowing that you are mine.”

  I manage to focus on him, but it is difficult. I have to keep myself from throwing my head back because it feels so good. Before I know it, my orgasm hits me and I shudder in his arms.

  “Beautiful,” he says. “I could watch you do that all-day long.” His words bring me out of my ecstasy filled trance.

  “Mac, I missed having your hands on me. Please, don’t ever stop touching me.” My confession surprises me.

  I love having Emily cradled in my lap. Her demand that I never stop touching her is unwarranted. She never has to tell me that, because she is an addiction that I never want to kick.

  I pull her into a tighter hug, “I love you so much. I wish we were back in Florida so I could do whatever I wanted to you, whenever I wanted to do it. I can’t do that here.”

  “I know. I want you to come home so we can be a family. I want to scream your name when you are inside me,” she says with such emotion in her voice.

  I rub her on her back, and she rises from my lap and begins to get dressed. I want to stop her, but it is probably better that she doesn’t get caught in my room stark naked.

  After Emily gets dressed, we sit at my table talking about Shane. I look through the pictures and videos that she brought and the smile on my face is obvious. Shane does look like I did when I was a baby. I can tell that he will have my coloring.

  We decide to video chat with Chrissy and Daniel to see how Shane is making out. This will be my first time talking to my son so Emily hands the phone to me.

  Daniel has Shane sitting on his lap, and he is looking up at the ceiling like he is following something. Suddenly, he looks at the phone and my heart explodes.

  “Hey there baby Shane, I’m your Daddy. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you were born but I promise, going forward, I’ll be right by your side.” I swear he smiles at me.

  “I love you and your Mommy so much. I can’t wait to get home to you. Be good for Uncle Daniel and Aunt Chrissy and I’ll see you soon buddy.”

  It’s almost too much to take in and Emily must sense it because she takes the phone and talks to Chrissy. I wheel myself over to the window and look out at the grounds while the doubts start to creep in.

  Am I ready to go home? I’m being sent back home in a few weeks to start outpatient therapy. I don’t really know why I haven’t shared this with Emily. I’m starting to worry about having to do normal day to day things on my own. Then I start to think about money.

  How can I take care of my family when I am like this? I mean, I am getting discharged from the military. Yeah, I can work at the bar, but is that going to be enough to support Emily and Shane?

  I didn’t hear Emily hang up the phone but the next thing I know, she is standing next to me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I can’t let her know that I have concerns about taking care of her and Sean; she shouldn’t have
to worry about her man getting the job done.

  “Just thinking about coming home. The team here said I could go home in a few weeks and continue my therapy on an outpatient basis.”

  I can hear Emily gasp. “Oh my God. That is incredible.” She leans over to kiss me, and I hesitate before kissing her, and she notices.

  “What is it you are not telling me?” She asks.

  Fuck. Now what, Sean? Are you going to let her see you as weak?

  “I am just trying to wrap my head around returning to civilian life.”

  Chickenshit.

  I can tell that something is going on inside of Mac’s head.

  I clear my throat because I want to mention him moving in with me and Shane, but it may be too soon, so I leave it open ended for him to answer.

  “What are you plans when you come home?” I cringe as I ask the question. It’s as though there has been a shift in the room and not for the better.

  Mac blows out a sigh and waits a minute to respond. But when he does, he melts my heart a little more. “I’m trying to figure out how to be a good husband and father, Em. I have so much physical healing to do and not to mention all of the modifications that I need to make in my daily life.”

  I can see that Mac swallows hard, but he continues, “I need to be independent so that I can take care of you both. I can’t rely on others to do that; it is my job as a man and your husband.”

  I move over to him and crouch down so that I am eye level. I can see that move doesn’t sit well with Mac, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Look at me,” I say getting nose to nose with him. “If you and I are going to get married, you need to understand something. Your losing part of your leg is tragic. I wish to God that it never happened, but it will not stop you from taking care of me and Shane. All we need from you to do that, is your love. I am working, the house is paid for and I have health insurance.”

  Apparently, those were the wrong things to say because he gets right out of his wheelchair, grabs his crutches and walks over to me. I knew I shouldn’t have said what I did but he needs to know that I am in this relationship as a partner.

  He doesn’t have his prosthesis on so he is a little unstable, but I make a conscience effort not to help him, and it’s difficult for me not to reach out.

  His face is now inches from mine, and I can see the fire in his eyes.

  “Let’s get one thing straight before we go any further. It is my duty to take of you and my son, not the other way around. You will never be responsible for me; do you hear me Em? I am the man, don’t take that away from me.”

  Shit. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

  I stare right back into his eyes, “Got it, Mac. I would never think that you would not take care of me and Shane. I just meant that we are equal partners in this relationship.”

  We are still face to face, well as much as we can be since he is taller than I am. His eyes roam my body and I can feel myself come alive with need.

  He leans closer to my ear and whispers, “If we were totally alone right now I would make you strip, tie you to the bed, and tease you all night long. I would withhold your orgasm to teach you a lesson. You will never forget who is in charge again.”

  Ooookay.

  I think that I have made my point with Emily because she looks down at her feet while her cheeks flush. I meant what I said to her. As soon as I am back on my feet so to speak, I will be in control again, and she and my son will not want for anything.

  I am not going to pretend that it will be easy because it won’t, but it certainly will not be impossible. MacAlister men are stubborn.

  “Look Emily, I don’t want you to worry about me, ok? I will get through whatever happens. I know there will be setbacks but I will get to the best possible place to take care of you.”

  Emily shakes her head subtly, but I see it. “Don’t you understand that all I need is you, Mac?

  Mac and I spent New Years Eve together in his room. Thank God the staff did not seem to care because I didn’t want to go to my hotel. I needed to spend every minute with him.

  We talked all night, among other things, and I was very sad to leave but the fact that he would be home to me and Shane soon made it somewhat easier.

  My flight home was short in duration but seemed like it took forever. Daniel picked me up at the airport and by then I couldn’t wait to get home to Shane.

  The next few weeks seem to creep by. Mac and I video chat every night. He even reads bedtime stories to Shane, and it melts my heart.

  I fall in love with him a little more each night, and I can’t wait until he is back here for good. Mac says that he’ll be discharged to outpatient therapy next week. He will be coming back here to Florida, where he can continue to recover at home.

  I have been busy getting the house ready for him. I secretly thanked God that my house is a one-story home. I know that he will be able to do steps, but I want to make this an easy transition for him.

  I had to come into work today to meet with one of my clients, and I had to bring Shane because I didn’t have anyone to watch him at the last minute.

  Marcus Bailey is a very high-profile client who is putting in an offer on a seven thousand square foot beachfront home. He and his brother, Matthew, are hot commodities in the dating world according to Chrissy. Apparently, they like to share everything including women.

  I am cradling Shane in my arms because he won’t stop fussing. It is like he senses that I am nervous over this purchase offer. The home is listed at 6.9 million, and I stand to make a great commission. I just hope he is as easy going as he seemed on the phone.

  There is a knock at the door…showtime.

  Holy crap is all I can say to myself. Marcus Bailey is the epitome of sex on a stick. He has short, dark hair, and big blue eyes. Although I am sure he looks delicious in one of his expensive tailored suits, he is freaking hot in casual clothes. I need to say something so he doesn’t think I am a weirdo.

  Put your eyes back in your head Emily.

  “Hi Marcus. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” I extend my hand to him.

  “Hey Emily, thank you so much for meeting me on such short notice on a Sunday. I really appreciate it.”

  Yep, his voice is casual but sexy as hell.

  “It’s no problem. I hope you don’t mind, but I had to bring my son with me. I didn’t have anyone to watch him while I came in.”

  He looks down at Shane who is snuggled into his car seat.

  “Oh gosh, I love kids. It is never a problem for me. My best friend has a five-year-old who is like son to me.”

  He smiles, and I can see why women flock to him. Beyond being great looking, he seems to be normal for lack of a better word. I have sold million-dollar homes to businessmen before and for the most part, they have been dicks. Marcus Bailey appears to be genuine.

  I motion for him to have a seat at the table in my office. “Well, we better get this offer in so no one gets your dream home before you do.”

  Signing the paperwork can take quite a little bit of time, but Marcus has only a few questions so it goes quickly.

  I glance over at Shane who is still in his car seat. He seems to be taking in all of the sights and sounds, and I am thankful that he is such a good boy.

  As we get through the paperwork, I need to make some copies for him. I feel weird asking Marcus to sit with Shane but I ask anyway. “Would you mind just keeping an eye on Shane while I go in the next room to make your copies?”

  “Of course, I don’t mind. He is cute baby, and he’s been so good. I’ve got him.”

  “Thanks. I will be quick.”

  Fuck, I am sore. I am tired and sore but this is worth it, I remind myself.

  I’m home a week early to surprise Emily and Shane. Bri worked my ass off to get me to a point where I can walk with a cane, and I didn’t want to stay away from my family one more minute than I had too.

  My Dad picked me up at the airport and brought me righ
t to Emily’s office. Her Dad is in on the surprise and told me where she was.

  I’m excited to see her and meet my son for the first time but I am also very nervous about being home with them. I am nervous about being back in civilian life, I am nervous about taking care of a baby, and I am also nervous about what expectations Emily has of me and if I can meet them.

  I look over at my Dad who has been so strong through all of this. He really is the best guy I know. Shane deserves a father like I have, and I hope I can live up to it.

  “Thanks for bringing me, Dad.”

  “Of course, son.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, “I am so proud of you. You have made such great progress with your therapy. She is going to be so excited to see you and wait until you see your son. He looks just like you.”

  “I just hope that I can be as great of a Dad as you have been to me.”

  I can see tears in my Dad’s eyes and that is something because Patrick MacAlister is one strong man. I only saw him cry one other time and that was when my Mom left us.

  “Sean, listen to me. You are going to do a great job. Shane will learn so much from you. You will show him love, loyalty and perseverance. When he is old enough to know that you are a hero to so many people and what you have overcome, he will be just as proud to call you Daddy. Now go in there and get your family. I will see you later.”

  I smile at my Dad. Getting out of the car is a slow process so far. My Dad says I am better than he thought I would be at this point but to me, it’s still not fast enough.

  I manage to get my bearings and wave goodbye to my Dad. I can tell that he is hesitant but he pulls away nonetheless.

  I can see that the light in Emily’s office is on so I make my way to the front door. There is another vehicle in the parking lot with Emily’s, a freaking Maserati convertible. Obviously, she has a high-profile client in there.