“You don’t play fair. If a nurse came in right now, do you know how hard it would be to hide what you’re doing to me?”
I glanced down and saw his excitement through the hospital sheets. “Good. I want them to be jealous of what’s mine,” I murmured in a sultry voice.
“Yours?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Yes. Mine.”
“Mine,” he repeated, running his tongue across my lips. “I would start slow,” he breathed, caving in to my request that he give me a sneak peek. His chest began to rise and fall faster, his tone becoming more raspy with each word he spoke. “And by slow, I don’t mean gentle. I know you, Serafina, and I know you like it just like I do.”
“And how’s that?” I asked, my voice seductive.
“Rough, hard. You like to feel every thrust and push. And I like the way you feel around me when I bring you closer and closer to the brink.”
I moaned, my body on fire. Just picturing how he wanted to seduce me was setting me off, every nerve in my body sensitive. “More,” I exhaled. “I want more.”
“I’ll push you against the wall and make you feel how much I want you. You’ll plead with me to get on with it already, but I’ll make you wait for it, beg for it. I won’t even kiss you, not yet. I’ll be so close, yet just far enough away that you’ll be on edge, ready to fall apart the first time I touch you…and I will touch you.”
“Where?” I moved toward the edge of my chair, wishing I could crawl into the hospital bed beside him and feel his skin on mine. The next few weeks would be torture.
“I’ll start by running my fingers through your hair,” he said as he grabbed my ponytail, forcing my head back. “I’ll have you trapped, unable to see anything I don’t want you to. Then I’ll take my time exploring the rest of your body. Your lips. Your neck. Your chest. Your stomach. Your nipples. I’ll push against you as I take them in my mouth, sucking on them. Your entire body will be on edge, your mind a blank slate as you fight against coming from that alone.”
I kept my eyes closed, moisture pooling between my legs. I squeezed them together, praying for some sort of release. I didn’t care that we were in a hospital where his nurses or doctor could walk in at any minute. I needed something to ease the tension.
“Then, just when you’re about to let go, I’ll release my hold on you, leaving you a panting mess. This is when I’ll ask you one question.”
“Yes?” I breathed. “What’s that?”
“Do you want more, Serafina?”
“Yes,” I responded almost immediately. I lowered my head to his and nibbled on his earlobe. “I need more.”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned in a sly voice. “I’ll lift you onto the desk and tell you to spread your legs, and you’ll obey like the good girl you are.”
My legs were on autopilot, obeying his demand as if we were acting out the words he spoke.
“Good.” He ran his hand through my hair before traveling the length of my body, down my torso, over my hip, stopping at my thigh. My stomach clenched, anticipation rushing through me. I felt light-headed, my skin tingling with each passing moment.
“I’ll run my tongue up and down your inner thighs, keeping my eyes glued to that perfect pussy of yours, and I’ll get so fucking hard when I see how wet you are. I won’t be able to take it anymore. I’ll need to taste you, to feel you, to watch you come.” Instantly, his fingers found their way beneath my skirt, pushing my panties to the side, and he began to circle me. I bit on his neck, trying to muffle my screams.
“We wouldn’t care that we were in front of the window where anyone could see us. We would only get louder and louder as we put on a show for all the miserable couples outside. And we would vow to never become one of those people. We would promise to never let life and commitments come between us. I couldn’t imagine going more than a day where I couldn’t listen to your moans, where I couldn’t watch you move against me, where I couldn’t feel this beautiful pussy as it comes around me.”
His motions grew more frenzied and before I could stop it, I was reenacting his words, releasing around his fingers, the orgasm ravaging through me as I fought to contain my screams. It was euphoric, the fierceness of the pleasure never seeming to end.
Finally, my tremors began to subside, but I remained in place, keeping my head snuggled against his chest. The room was still, except for our breathing.
“I hope that all sounds good to you,” he said, breaking the silence.
All I could do was nod, desperately trying to get my heart rate under control as I heard a familiar thump echoing, thinking it was simply Tyler’s heart. Then it grew louder, slowing to a stop in front of the door. I shot up and quickly readjusted myself, my mind racing.
“What is it, Mackenzie?” Tyler asked in a low voice.
Before I could respond, the door opened and I snapped my head in that direction, unsure of what to say.
Tyler
“DAD…?” MACKENZIE SHOT UP from her chair and rushed toward the older man limping into the hospital room, his eyes studying me in an unnerving manner. This wasn’t the first time I was meeting the parents but, considering I had only started dating his daughter to get close to him and he knew about it, I couldn’t help but be on edge. Not to mention, I had a million questions I needed answered, the most important being whether it was merely a coincidence he was now the only remaining team member alive.
“What are you doing here? It’s not safe for you!” She ushered him toward the chair she was just sitting in, glancing over her shoulder for any perceptive hospital staff members. “And how did you find out where I was?”
“Serafina, dear, don’t be rude,” he said. His voice was raspy, weathered, but even-tempered with a hint of amusement. “We’ll get to all of that in due time, mi bichito. First, don’t you think you should introduce me to this young man, whom it appears you’re going to marry?”
She followed his line of sight to see him staring at her ring, a warm smile crossing his face.
“Of course.” She appeared to be a bit on edge at the surprising turn of events. “Dad, this is Tyler Burnham,” she said hesitantly, looking between the two of us, almost unsure of how this was going to play out. “Tyler, this is my father.” She took a deep breath. “Francis Galloway.”
“Tyler,” he began, taking my hand with enthusiasm. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Likewise, Colonel,” I responded, wanting to show him the respect he deserved at one point in his life. The respect he may still deserve.
He sat back in the chair, his stature relaxing. “Please, call me Francis.”
I smiled slightly. “Very well, Francis.”
A heavy silence fell and I looked at Mackenzie. I had no idea what was going on, but that seemed to be par for the course lately.
“Well… I guess I’ll go to the ladies room and allow you two to get to know each other better,” Mackenzie said, practically running toward the door.
“Mi bichito?” Francis called as she was about to leave.
“Yes?”
“I think it best you stay. I have a feeling Tyler has many questions for me, and I’d like you to hear all the answers, as well. We promised each other full disclosure. I kept you in the dark for years, and I can’t do that anymore. It’s time I stop hiding and finally confront the past. Too many people have gotten hurt, your mother and Tyler included, trying to find out the truth of what really happened. There’s too much blood on my hands and it needs to stop, even if I can’t save myself.”