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Mike exhaled sharply, and I could see he had been worried. Oh God, it had never even occurred to me that he was afraid I had been mistreated. I reached forward to squeeze his hand. It should have been the first thing out of my mouth when I saw him. I couldn’t imagine the hell he must have gone through, the entire drive in silence, wondering what had happened to me.
The officer nodded. “I’ll take your clothes anyway,” she said. “I’d also like to document any cuts or bruising.”
“There was a car crash,” I heard myself say, “And after that, they were a little rough.”
Mike seethed, clenching his hands into fists. The doctor came back in and did a thorough examination. The police officer took pictures of every piece of flesh that had been even slightly bruised, from my wrists to my neck. She bagged up my clothes and marked them with my name and the date. The doctor held a stethoscope to my stomach and listened. He rubbed jelly on my abdomen and performed an ultrasound. The fetus was too young to see, but we could all hear the heartbeat loud and clear.
Mike bent down to kiss me in front of everyone, overwhelmed with relief. I clung to him, feeling the first prickling of tears in the back of my throat. My worst fear had not come true—I hadn’t lost the baby.
“I love you, Tammy.” Mike held me by the back of the skull, his fingers cradling my head where the kidnappers had been savage. “I want this baby. I’ll come to every doctor’s appointment with you. I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing, as long as we’re together, everything will be alright.”
“Oh, Mike,” I said, pulling him down for another kiss.
This time, I wouldn’t let him go. I dragged him so deeply into the embrace that he lost his footing and had to stabilize himself with a hand on the examination table. His mouth, usually the flavor of beer or toothpaste, had a coppery taste this time, the product of fear and exertion. We kissed as if we were the last two people on Earth, as if we weren’t being watched by two emergency professionals. We kissed as if the world depended on us satisfying our craving for each other here in this hospital room.
I came up for air when I heard clapping. Mike leaned back, and we saw, to our embarrassment, the doctor and the police officer applauding Mike’s speech. I buried my face in my hands and laughed.
We went home and tumbled into bed, holding each other close. I drifted, locked into his embrace, for only a moment before sleep overcame me. I don’t know how long he remained vigilant, but when I woke up, his arms were still around me. I peppered kisses across his jawline, now scratchy from a full day’s growth.
Trying not to wake him, I wiggled my way free and slipped off the bed. They had given me hospital scrubs to wear home, plain blue ones that did nothing for my figure. I pulled them off, folding them onto a chair. I wasn’t ever going to wear them again. Naked, I padded down the hallway and slipped into the bathroom.
I needed a shower more than ever to wash the grime of the car accident and the abduction off my body and out of my hair. I turned the shower on, testing the temperature until it was perfect. Stepping inside, I lathered myself up, scrubbing until my skin smelled fresh like soap. I worked shampoo through my hair, spending time to make sure I captured all the smoke and the air bag detritus.
My eyes closed and soap running down my face, I heard the shower door open. Panic seized me until I felt Mike’s strong hands grip my shoulders. He wiped the shampoo away from my eyes with gentle thumbs, cupping my chin in his palms. Still blind, I felt his lips touch mine. This time he didn’t taste like fear, but like toothpaste. That rascal must have been brushing his teeth just inches from the shower while I washed. I wanted to call him on it, but his tongue invaded my mouth, capturing all words.
I sank into the exchange, the water hitting my shoulders and rolling down my back, his bare chest pressed up against mine. There was almost no room in the shower; it wasn’t built for two people. That didn’t seem to bother him as he retrieved the soap from its shelf on the wall. I opened my eyes finally, appreciating the beauty of his naked form. I could just see the curve of his ass as it disappeared into the steam at the bottom of the stall.
His erection was a bridge between us, pressing against my belly. He lathered up his hands and began to rub my shoulders. He picked up one arm and lazily drew the bar up one side and down the other. The water began to run between us, casting equal spray on his chest and mine. Liquid crystal drops perched on my nipples and slid down the cut of his abdomen to his cock.
I followed the waterfall with my fingertips, slipping them around the base of his penis. It was so perfectly circular, built especially for me. Every inch of him would arouse every inch of me when thrust inside. I could feel something that wasn’t water slick between my legs, hungry for his touch.
He tilted his head back, a low moan escaping. Concentrating deeply, he tried not to let my ministrations deter him from his task. He circled one breast with soapy hands, then the other, making sure they were clean. I slid my palm up the length of his shaft, getting a feel for it, hefting the weight.
He growled, pressing me against the shower wall. Now the water ran down his back, splashing to the drain in the center of the floor. I abandoned his tool for his backside, running two slippery hands down the curve of his spine. His buttocks fit neatly in my palms, taut and muscular.
He must have had the same idea, because he reached around me to cup my bottom. Lifting me up off my feet, he settled himself between my legs. I wrapped myself around him for balance, arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips. He fit himself inside me finally, and the sensation was like coming home.
He rocked against me, banging against the flimsy shower wall, the water splashing rhythmically against my forehead. He held my thighs, spreading me wide and pumping within me at the same time. I could feel him move in and out with my entire soul, lifting me and letting me fall, filling me and leaving me wanting more.
I screamed his name into the running faucet, closing my eyes and holding on for dear life. His passion brought me to a better world, a place where no one was lonely, and everything was full of magic. I cried out as he hit that one spot deep inside that made me see sparks. I orgasmed on a wave of delight, my inner muscles gripping his member and refusing to let go.
He paused in his pursuit of happiness to let me have mine, holding me tight while I shuddered my release. I buried my head in his neck and felt the rain beat down on my shoulders. Still aroused, he set me back down, pulling his ship free of my dock. I hated to see him go, deflowered as I was. I didn’t need to worry; he wasn’t done with me yet.
He turned me around so I faced the wall and planted three swift kisses down my back. Stabilizing my hips, he guided himself into me from behind, picking up where we left off. His body was so familiar, almost as much a part of me as I was myself. He moved confidently, sliding back and forth in my passage. Each time we came together, the water pooled above my ass. And when he drew back, it sloshed down my legs in a glorious parody of my own juices.
He filled me until I didn’t think I could take it anymore, until I pressed back against him and begged him to come. I was so close to heaven, to that rocket ship to the moon, to the crest of the wave that was threatening to crush me. All he had to do was bury himself one more time, give me one more jolt of sizzling passion. When he gathered my hips in his hands and ground deep, I experienced euphoria again.
Inside me, his cock went live, spilling its seed, humming as my passageway convulsed around it. We were making music, the music of life. Our instruments were our bodies, and we played the song to its conclusion. He put his arms against the wall beside me, dropping his head in relief. We stood there for a long time, plastered to the wall of the tiny cubicle, dripping wet.
Finally, he relaxed enough to slide his cock free. We took turns cleaning each other off before opening the plexiglass door to allow the steam to escape. It was almost like being born, like we were lovers in paradise, waking up to a new world. The bathroom itself seemed grand in comparison to the confinement of the shower stall. I almost didn’t want to leave.
“You should take the day off,” Mike told me, kissing me on the nose.
“Only if you do too,” I bargained.
“I think both our bosses would understand,” he agreed.
We spent a good hour filling our friends and family in on what had happened before curling up on the couch and picking out a movie. Lindsey had heard the whole story from Jason, and Macy had heard everything from Dillon. They both wanted to know that I was okay and that the baby was safe. After that, they each checked in to see how things were between me and Mike.
