I set the charts back on the wall and looked at him. His full head of gray hair had grown slightly longer over the weeks and covered his eyes as he slept.
His stomach looked like a beach ball under the bedsheets and moved with the rise and fall of his chest as he snored out loud.
I wondered what his life was like as a coach. He’d mentioned his son a few times but talked more about his grandson. It sounded like he’d missed out a lot on the years of him growing up.
Jeff had told me that he was funding himself to be here. I knew it couldn’t have been cheap to do that so I didn’t know why he didn’t simply give his all and comply with the things we needed him to do.
It was all a mystery to me that I supposed would be clearer the more we got to know him.
I left and closed the door behind me, heading back to the staff area.
It was all so quiet on the wards at this time of morning. You could hear a pin drop on the concrete floor of the research center.
At least it wasn’t like the rest of the hospital which would be busy no matter the time.
The janitors and cleaning staff started cleaning around this time over there and a little later over here. I preferred it that way.
I made my way down to the breakroom to grab some coffee and read a newspaper. It was the only thing I could do right now until Jeff got here. He usually came in around six thirty, which was in twenty minutes.
I opened the door and went inside, not prepared whatsoever to see Kelly standing by the coffee machine.
She looked like she was about to get some coffee and froze when she saw me.
I stopped short at the door and all I could do was look at her.
Her hair was in that messy bun I loved. It made her look sexy. It was the style she had when she’d just gotten out of the shower and didn’t have time to do her hair in the usual high maintenance way she usually sported.
I walked up to her and her full lips parted with surprise.
In her eyes was fear.
No need to guess if it was anything else. I saw fear when she looked at me and I wished it wasn’t so.
“Devon…hi.” She paused and looked at me.
I knew she was contemplating her next words and I knew that fear was getting the better of her, but I didn’t go through all the shit I had over the past few years and the self-remorse to lose her.
This was my stance now and I wasn’t going to lose her after the weekend we had.
The one thing I knew today that I didn’t last week, or even a few days ago, was that she wanted me. She wanted me. And, if she wanted me, I hoped that meant she could entertain the possibility of having me back in her life.
“The weekend was great, but maybe—”
“No,” I cut her off before she could finish.
“No?”
“No…sounds like you’re about to tell me you don’t want to see me like that anymore. But I know that’s not what you really want.”
Her eyes widened with anticipation. “What do I want?”
As she asked the question, I actually forgot where we were.
The only way I could answer that question was to show her. Show her what she wanted. Make her feel it, make her desire it and want it. Need it.
Need me.
When I touched her face she closed her eyes for a few brief seconds and as she opened them again desire darkened them.
We didn’t need to speak. We always knew what the other was thinking. That hadn’t changed.
We moved to each other at the same time for the hungry kiss that fueled us to taste. Taste each other and satisfy the craving.
Her sweet mouth seemed sweeter, more desirous. More everything.
I backed off her overcoat and in less than a minute the two of us were both naked up against the wall. That was all it took. Less than a minute.
Those long golden legs rubbed against mine and I moved away from her just for the few seconds it took to shove the condom on my aching cock.
Aching to be inside her, aching to make her mine again. All over again and again like I did last night.
I picked her up and nestled her down on my cock. She wrapped those legs around my waist and threw her head back the minute I started to move inside her.
I pinned her against the wall, pressing in so I could allow my body to do the work, fucking her the way I wanted to. Consumed with the wild passion that guided my every move.
She cried out as I continued to pound into her. Harder and faster until the room was filled with our purely erotic sounds. Our pleasure-filled cries and our bodies slapping against each other.
And fuck did I ever lose my mind.
When her orgasm hit her it struck me and only encouraged me to jackhammer to my own release that erupted from me into her. Hot and virile, reckless like us.
She slid down from my waist once we stopped, breathing as hard as me.
I couldn’t catch my damn breath!
I was about to say something when someone knocked on the door.
“Are you two done in there? Or am I going to have to come back later?” came a voice I knew all too well. It was Jeff.
Shit! I didn’t know why I bothered to look shocked or embarrassed since it was me who thought it would be a good idea to have sex with her in the breakroom.
“Oh my God!” Kelly winced and grabbed her clothes.
“Just a second!” I had to call out.
I grabbed my clothes too and threw them on as quickly as I could.
Wow did I ever have a way of making things worse.
She finished getting ready and headed to the door.
“Kelly,” I called after her but she didn’t stop. She opened the door and continued past Jeff, who was standing outside with a very amused expression on his face.
I was still doing up my pants when Jeff came in and smirked.
“Something you forgot to tell me?” he chuckled.
“No.”
“You know if you guys were first years I’d fire your ass. Godson or no.”
“I’m sorry…I got carried away.”
“Carried away? I could hear you down the fucking hall!”
Shit, I was such an idiot.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“I didn’t say that, I just mean there’s so many other places you could have gone. So, you two back together?”
“No…” It was all I could say.
No, we weren’t back together. Right now we weren’t anything.
Chapter 13
Kelly
I avoided Devon for the whole day.
I actually went home after our little encounter.
There was no way I could face Dr. Morgan today. Not after this morning.
Jesus, it was clear to me now that I’d lost my damn mind and hadn’t been thinking straight this whole time that Devon had been back.
How could I claim to be thinking straight after this morning?
What the hell was I going to do?
How unprofessional to get caught having sex in the breakroom! For all I knew other people might have heard us too. Not just Dr. Morgan. I should probably thank my lucky stars it was him and not someone else that had come by.
It was grounds for dismissal, or at the very least some sort of disciplinary action.
What the hell had come over me?
Devon came in and I wanted him all over again despite me deciding I needed to rein in my emotions and slow down. Slow the hell down and stop speeding a thousand miles per hour. That was what I’d wanted to say to him.
I wanted to tell him I needed some time. I’d hoped he’d understand. Then he said no. Again, he knew my thoughts, read my mind, and the look in his eyes told me he guessed I was wary.
The result was me here at home today just doing nothing.
No…scratch that. I did do something. I called Dad.
He was due a call from me this week because I’d missed my
usual call over the weekend.
Dad always sounded happy to hear from me. He’d asked how I was doing and coping working with Devon. I’d given him the standard answer I’d prepared and that was to tell him I was fine.
The only person I’d be telling about my little encounter with Devon was Paige. No one else.
It was good speaking to my father. Admittedly, his mind seemed elsewhere, and I swore I heard a woman say something to him before he told me he had to go.
I couldn’t be certain but that was what it had sounded like. A woman saying something to him, then he chuckled. He’d sounded happy.
Unlike most daughters, I always hoped that whenever I called he’d tell me some news of him dating someone. I hoped I’d hear something along those lines. Maybe too I hoped he could find love again, because it would set me free somehow.
That sounded bad because I shouldn’t base my life off his. It was wrong.
We both had our own lives to live and I was a long way from being the little girl he used to take care of and worry over.
Nightfall finally came and I grabbed a family-sized tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream, planning to spend the evening watching horror films.
I started watching Friday the 13th and as Jason took the ax to murder his first victim my doorbell rang, making me jump. It scared me half to death and I nearly dropped the tub of ice cream on myself.
I was sure that the only person that could be was Paige. But she had a key.
So maybe it was the other person I was trying to avoid.
Opening the door revealed it was.
Devon stood on the porch. I guess he did remember where I lived after all.
He was here gazing on at me with that contemplative look in his eyes. The visit shouldn’t have surprised me with the way that I’d left this morning and never ventured back. All I did was leave a message for Dr. Morgan letting him know I’d had to go home.
I was pretty certain he didn’t require any further details.
I stepped back and Devon came inside. He closed the door behind him and continued to stare at me.
This was the part where I was supposed to tell him all that I’d planned to throughout the day.
I was supposed to say that we were going too fast. I was going too fast and needed to slow down. It was too quick, too soon maybe, and I had to just stop and cool off.
This was the part…
Right now…
Any second would be perfect to get started.
I just needed to open my mouth and say the words.
That was all I had to do. A pretty simple task.
Not, however, for two people like us who’d been like magnets on each other from the first week we’d met.
My mouth opened alright, but when his eyes dropped to my lips I wanted him again.
Then I found myself moving right into the kiss that came for me as he bent his head.
His lips came crashing down on mine. Hot and searching. Needy, powerful. Claiming me, and I wanted to be claimed. I wanted him to claim me and do whatever he wanted to me. Anything.
He rained the kisses down on my lips and I became lost again.
Just like that. And, just like that our clothes came off layer by layer.
This time we verged towards the wall but instead of my back pressed against it, my hands were.
I pressed my hands into the wall while he grabbed my hips and thrust into me from behind.
My body welcomed him and he kept a steady hand on my hip.
He started pumping hard almost immediately. Faster and faster. And in my own house I took every bit of advantage I could in moaning out loud and calling out his name.
But then to be honest, I didn’t really give a shit where we were this morning when he took me. I didn’t care and he didn’t care. All that mattered was him being inside me. Just like he was now. I never wanted him to stop, or to stop touching me.
Everything stripped away from my mind and all there was, was him. The guy who made me crazy for him.
Look at me now, lost to his will. He didn’t even have to try.
When he sped up and started pounding hard into me in a rush of need I knew his climax was coming. The tension roiled within me, vicious as a wave of hot white heat swept through me. Hot until it was almost unbearable as it picked me apart and left me at the will of the rise of the ecstatic blissful sensation that poured and flowed from him to me.
“Devon…” I called out with the anguish that strained my soul.
“I know baby.” He groaned, tightening his grip on my hip to the point where it was almost painful. Then his fingers loosened as he pounded home with a release that I felt deep inside me.
Once again we were left breathless. Second time today, or if we were to get technical we could include the three times he’d had me after midnight last night. So this was the fifth time.
God, it was just like when we first got together. All we did was have sex. It was so bad I’d worried I’d get kicked off the program for calling in so many sick days.
I didn’t need two guesses back then to know that maybe some higher power from above in the form of his father might have saved us. Or maybe it was more likely to be Dr. Morgan.
The same thing was happening again and as he released me I realized I couldn’t be any other way than I was with him. It was all or nothing.
He put his hands on the wall on either side of me when I turned to face him.
Drawing in a deep breath, he moved away and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom. I took advantage of his absence to put my clothes back on.
He came out and pulled on his boxers. I was still fixing myself up when he took hold of my arm. I thought he was going to take me again.
“Devon we have to talk, no more sex… Not right now.” I winced.
He smirked. “Not right now? Does that mean later?”
I closed my eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
When I opened my eyes again I realized the humor had left his face.
“I don’t want to stop Kelly,” he said. “I don’t want to leave here and we’re like this. Not knowing if we’re coming or going. I don’t want us to be like this.”
“It’s too fast.”
“Then I’ll back off if that’s what you want, but I won’t stop chasing you because we’re not over Kelly. We never were.”
That was what this was.
“We aren’t over,” he repeated with more determination. We weren’t over. “It was just like we had a big argument that lasted for years and now we’re here and we’re the same people. I feel the same way I did about you and I know you want me too. If it’s time you need I’ll give you time, but please just don’t say no.”
As he looked at me with that desperation in his eyes, my fear, although still there, subsided.
It was as if something pushed it to the back of my mind and the intensity of my need for him took over.
“I don’t know,” I breathed.
“Kelly…please just give me a chance. Let’s just pretend it’s new. A fresh start and we can see where the road takes us. We can see what happens when I don’t screw up.”
“You didn’t screw up Devon…there were parts of what happened that were my fault too.”
“Let’s not think about fault then. Just you and me and what we could be. Even if it’s nothing. Maybe we just owe it to ourselves to find out. It’s the only way. But I’m going to warn you that I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. It’s going to be like this every day.”
I knew that wasn’t meant to be a joke but I laughed.
“Baby, it’s not funny. Do you know what it’s like to be hard all the time?”
“Not in the way you’re saying.”
He smoothed his hand up my cheek and we kissed again.
“Yes,” I breathed against his lips. “Yes.”
He pulled back. “Yes?”
“Yes.” It was a risk m
y heart wanted to take.
It was the only option.
Because I couldn’t say no to him. That was what it all came down to. I was never able to say no to him and I couldn’t now.
He reached for me again, pressing his lips to mine. Soft and delicious with the promise of sin. More wild sexual sin.
I pulled back with an idea in my mind.
“It’s been awhile since you saw my bed, Doctor. We should go there.”
“Really? I should consult my coin and see if that’s a good idea,” he joked.
I tugged on his arm and took both his hands into mine.
“Devon. Let the coin stay where it is. I dare you to.”
“Why is it never truth? Always a dare.”
“Truth is boring.” He smoothed his hand up my neck then surprised me by scooping me up into his arms with one sweep. I started giggling.
“Truth is not boring, Kelly Parker. Truth is truth. And the truth is, I’m crazy about you.”
I ran my hand over the hard muscle of his pecs and lingered there, holding his gaze.
“I’m crazy about you too Devon.”
“We should do something about that.”
I nodded and he proceeded with me up the stairs.
Chapter 14
Kelly
“That’s not you’ve quit smoking this time as in Bernardo will be bringing you a pack of Cubans later, is it?” Devon asked, giving Coach Fratelli a pointed stare.
“Boy, don’t rub me the wrong way. I said I quit two weeks ago,” Coach Fratelli huffed in his usual grump. It seemed more enhanced whenever he spoke to Devon.
“I’m checking because you said that before. Twice before if my memory serves, and both times we came and caught you puffing away like Popeye.”
I had to laugh. I’d had a month of them like this. I could tell that Coach Fratelli had stopped smoking because he’d become snappier and was constantly chewing on gum.
I couldn’t say that giving up had done him much good because it seemed there was something more wrong with him. To be honest I was a little worried.
He straightened up and looked at Devon. He looked at him like he was trying to square off with him and scrunched up his face into a scowl that made me laugh again.
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