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“You’re early,” I mention before blowing on the hot liquid to cool it down. “I’m pretty sure that I won’t be discharged till later this afternoon.”
“I’m punctual.” She sets her cup down and moves back to the door. I fear that she’s about to leave for some reason, but instead she just turns to close the door with a silent click.
“What are you doing?” I question, setting my cup down next to hers. I notice the air gets a little warmer in a matter of seconds. Either because she literally closed the space of its fresh air source or because she is walking closer to me with a look of sin in her eyes.
“Well, first thing’s first. How are you doing?” she wonders as she chews on her lip.
“Well, my wrist is sore.” I wiggle it slightly, only to realize it’s not as bad as it was yesterday. “My ankle is out of commission.” I remove the bottom of the blanket covering my feet to show her that I have a small cast on my left foot. “And my back is banged up but other than that, we’re all good.”
She smiles at me. “So, you did okay for an old man,” she quips.
“I’m surprised I was able to stand up to that wind to be honest. My bones are becoming brittle,” I joke back, and I love the way her laugh feathers between us.
“How did this happen?”
“It’s so fucking stupid, Dakota. I was trying to fix something, and I slipped on the fucking rain. The surface was slippery and when I tried to get up, something came flying in the wind and knocked me out. The whole thing is dumb, and I’m actually really pissed off at myself.” I run my hand through my hair, feeling the anger rise in heat and boiling in my blood.
I look around at how laughable this whole situation is.
“Hey, this isn’t your fault.” She lays a hand on my arm, trying to soothe my disappointment. And to my surprise, it works.
“Sounds like a real battle story, maybe you can tell the grandkids one day.” She means it as cute banter, but her expression goes a little somber.
“You know, my dad died while working on the job,” she confides. I can tell it’s a hard topic for her to bring up.
That’s when I recognize the same tone from earlier when I was giving her the address for the hospital.
“Here?”
“It was a freak accident. He worked construction like you. And I’m not sure if anything could have prevented it. They did everything they could to save him, transported him from his job site to here, but they were too late. I guess you can say that these kinds of things have an extra effect on me.” She holds one of her wrists in her hand as she lets the confession sit between us.
“I’ll try to be more careful next time.” I pull her into me, silently cursing myself for being so visible with my emotions. I didn’t anticipate for her to feel so connected to the situation.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Nolan.” She squeezes my hand.
“I never do.”
That’s when she leans in and directs my kiss to her lips and softly presses hers to mine.
When she pulls away, she’s not sad anymore. Instead, she has a look of longing swimming in her emerald eyes.
“May I?” She motions to the bed, signaling that she’d like to…get on it?
“Someone told me recently that it’s okay to not live by the rules,” she says and it’s almost devious. “So, I thought I’d start with this.”
I sit up a little straighter not knowing where she’s going with her mysterious jargon.
I nod my head, feeling my dick twitch in this stupid nightgown the doctors had me change into.
Dakota gets on the bed, but instead of sitting next to me or scooting me over, she straddles me. And oh my God, if I didn’t feel hot before, I do now.
“Fuck,” I say out of lust. This woman is in full-mode, legs spread on each side of me, hands on my shoulders, her center sitting on top of my now very hard dick.
“Does this hurt?” she asks, and at first, I’m confused by her question but then I realize that she’s a fucking saint and is clearly making sure that whatever injuries I have are not affected but her gesture, but the only thing I feel is the aching in my cock in this current moment.
“I don’t feel a thing,” I tell her. She leans in and presses her soft lips to my jaw, showering me in sweet kisses and telling me in whispers that she’s glad I’m okay.
I wrap my arms around her waist and grind her into me, in which she lets out a little moan. She doesn’t relent on the trail of her lips down my jaw to my neck. I feel every bit of warmth radiating from her as she moves down to my Adam’s apple, giving me whispers of her lips as she grinds against me again.
