58. Remy
Chapter fifty-eight
Remy
“I hear someone’s going ho—” The nurse’s chipper voice cuts off when she sees the death glare I’m giving her. I indicate Claire, who’s curled up against me, her blonde hair splayed out across my chest, her drool pooling underneath me on the sheets. I don’t dare move her.
Every time I’ve woken up this week, she’s watching me, never sleeping despite the fact she looks exhausted. Beautiful, but exhausted. I guess that’s my fault for getting shot and nearly dying.
I think I was closer to death than I’ll ever let on, but it was filled with her the whole time. I dreamed of the sweetest things—a life without pain or struggle, a family of beautiful kids that look just like her, a home that always smells like whatever Elaine’s cooking. Waking up was almost sad, but then I heard her and Rhea, and they threw themselves at me, and I decided I can make the reality better than the fantasy.
It's been three days since I woke up, and it’s been three days of torture as I’ve had her in my bed and been unable to do anything about it. The catheter up my dick was kind of a mood killer, but now that it’s out, I can hardly wait to be inside of her. She dulls the pain just by being near, but I know once I’m inside her, that it will melt away completely. And maybe it’s selfish of me to want her so badly when things haven’t exactly been easy. I’ve watched her juggle the stream of visitors, the calls from Dimitri and Kent and Rich and the ones from Elaine, too. Apparently, Claire has an admirer back in Costa Rica, eagerly waiting for her return. But I’m not willing to share her just yet .
I got her back for less than a day the way she was, and then I got myself shot. These last few days have been interrupted by a constant stream of people barging in—doctors, nurses, priests, well-meaning family members, more nurses… like now.
“You have everything in order?” I ask, taking the folder she passes to me.
“It’s all here. We already gave you the talk, but as a reminder, avoid operating any heavy machinery, don’t lift anything over fifteen pounds, no—” I cut her off with a wave of my hand, not interested in hearing the dog and pony show.
“We’ll be staying until she wakes up.” I inform the nurse. “I don’t want to be interrupted again.”
Her lips part, and I think she’s going to object, but then she shakes her head. “Fine. If you wanna pay for the extra time, be my guest. It’s not like we need the room.”
It’s been quiet the last few days, which has been obnoxious, since it’s allowed all of the staff to focus on me. I also think it may be why they made me stay the extra time... when I go, they’ll be bored.
Our entourage has certainly kept the hospital staff entertained— Violet apparently loves to bake, and I have no idea where they’re going to at night for her to bake, and I also haven’t gotten the courage to try anything from her after watching how easily she stabbed Addison, but the nurses love her daily treats. The senator has charmed the pants off a few of them, maybe even literally, because he’s clearly going through something. I’d think Wes was doing the same, but I’m not sure Violet is into sharing, and he’d have to be even dumber than he already is to cross her. I sent my own sister and Dimitri back to school to finish her degree so that she can make good on the plan she explained to Claire, but the rest of them are here like a fucking plague I can’t get rid of.
“Tell them I’m gone.” I tell Nurse Amy, just before she ducks out the door. She laughs, shaking her head without any need for further explanation .
I don’t know how much time passes. I’m counting the freckles on the tip of Claire’s nose when I feel her move, just a little at first. And then she sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Oh my god,” she groans. “How embarrassing.”
“It’s cute,” I argue, tapping the tip of her nose, where I got to five freckles before she moved.
“Cute?” She groans again. “Just what every woman wants the man who she loves to call her.”
“I could give you the ABC’s, if you want. You’re Astounding, beautiful, cute, desirable, elegant—”
“No.” She claps a hand to my mouth, effectively cutting me off, and shakes her head. “No more.”
When I laugh, she lets her hand fall and wipes at her eyes, like she can chase away the need for sleep. “They still haven’t been in with the discharge paperwork?”
“They have.” I tell her, moving some hair off of her face. “But we’re not leaving this bed until we’ve made good use of it.”
Claire stares at me, her eyes flitting to the file folder on the tray next to the bed. “Good use of it?” She repeats. “I thought you’d be sick of this bed by now.”
“Oh, I am.” I assure her. “But I’ll never get sick of your sweet pussy, and I need it so bad right now.”
Claire’s mouth falls open, her eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly so.” I nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to try and alleviate some of the need building in me. “I almost died, and you wouldn’t have been the last thing I tasted. It’s a crime we need to remedy immediately.”
“Not a chance.” She rolls off the bed, but I catch her wrist before she can stand, tugging her back down to the mattress beside me. “Please,” I beg, dusting a finger along her collarbone and delighting in the way her breathing picks up. “I need you so bad. I’ve been on my best behavior.”
Begging is new for me, but it seems to be doing something for both of us, judging by the little moan that slips out of the back of her throat. I slip my hand beneath her top, running a finger over her nipple, making her back arch.
“We can’t…”
“Of course we can.”
“No,” she shakes her head, but I press my mouth to hers before she can tell me why, enticing her into a kiss that starts soft and sweet. But the need grows in both of us, and my cock is throbbing, desperate for her to soothe the ache. I can feel her relent, and by the time I pull away and tell her to draw the curtain, she’s putty in my hands… which is fitting, because that’s how she makes me feel.
She pulls at her lip with her teeth, contemplating it. “We can’t. You just had surgery…”
“Days ago.” I tell her. “On my chest, not my dick.”
“But you shouldn’t be… exerting yourself.”
“So, then you should sit on my face before I have to bend you over the side of this bed and take my dessert for myself.”
“Remy—”
Her objection is curtailed when I begin to move, following through on my threat.
“Fine!” She laughs, shaking her head. The beautiful tint on her cheeks makes the blood rush to my cock faster as I lean back, getting into position while she snaps the little curtain around the bed closed. She shimmies out of the pants fast, like she’s worried she’ll lose the nerve if she doesn’t get out of them quickly enough.
I groan, sure that I’m already leaking at the sight of her as she strips her top off too, letting her tits bounce freely.
Her eyes rake over me, and then she tugs my pants and my boxers down to my knees. “You’ll have to be a good boy and promise not to touch, or I’ll stop.”
“I—” I’m not sure what she is threatening me for until she climbs over my waist, straddling me. There’s a hint of nervousness in her eyes as I search them, and then she reaches around to grip my cock and I could combust from that alone. Thankfully, she doesn’t waste time, guiding me to her entrance. When I thrust up to greet her, she pushes my hips down with a tsking sound, and then sinks down onto me in one swift motion that pulls a moan out of both of us.
God, she’s so tight, so warm. I groan, knowing I’m not going to be able to hold out very long, and she freezes. “Is this okay? Are you hurt?”
“No.” I shake my head fervently. “No, I—I need you to fuck me, baby, because if you don’t, I’m going to come just from this and then I may die of embarrassment.”
She stares at me for a moment, and then her laugh causes her to tighten around me, and I groan. “God damn, Claire. Put me out of my misery, baby. I need this so fucking bad. Please .”
My voice cracks on the last word, desperation weighing it down. I reach up to cup her breasts, needing to do something with my hands, but she shakes her head. “No touching. I’m not risking you busting open your stitches.”
I want to tell her we’re in a hospital, and I’d rip myself open a thousand times if I got to feel this way every time I did it. But I let her push my hands back instead, guiding them to the mattress. I’m fairly certain I fucked her like this, and she seems to enjoy the role reversal as she holds me down, using that grip as her anchor point.
She’s careful not to lay a hand on me, not to let any of her weight fall on me as she arches up, letting me slip out of her and then sinks back down on me. I grit my teeth together, focusing on breathing through my nose, on watching her move above me as she finds a rhythm.
Fuck, it’s a beautiful one she finds, thrusting against me, pulling away, impaling herself again, grinding her hips over me. I watch her eyelashes flutter as her clit rubs against me, the pleasure starting to mount in her and override the fear of hurting me.
When she releases my hands, it takes everything in me to stay where she wants them, not to feel her under my skin, not to pull a nipple into my mouth. Instead, I suck in a deep breath, focusing on keeping it together. Claire clearly seems to be enjoying the ride, and I don’t want it to be over too soon.
“Fuck, cowgirl…” I groan, fighting for my life. “You do this so well.”
She grips the bedrails for extra leverage, increasing her speed and bouncing up and down on me faster, harder. Her grip on me is too good—I can’t fight it any longer when she lets out a loud moan, and then my name is on her lips and I’m a fucking goner. She fucks me through the release, her speed increasing, her grinding growing more desperate as I start to come down. But she doesn’t let me, keeping me in agonizing bliss as she works me, chasing her own pleasure now.
When she finds it, her entire body shudders and I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect as her back arches, her lips cry out glorious defeat. She falls forward, catching herself on the bed rails. Her mouth hovers over mine despite the fact that she’s keeping herself aloft by her surprising upper body strength. We’re still connected, my cock still pulsing inside her, and little sounds are still accompanying small twitches of her hips… aftershocks.
I grip the back of her neck and pull her against me, making her give up the fight. As her hands come down to either side of my head, I devour her, making sure she knows that this is only a taste of what’s left to come. When at last she pulls away, her chest is heaving, and she sucks in a deep breath as if I’ve been depriving her. And maybe I have.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Claire.” I tell her, pressing another kiss to the top of her forehead. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Well, you have to right now.” She laughs, twisting away from me. “Because I have to pee.”
“Hold it a minute longer.” I groan, not yet ready for her to lift her hips off of me.
“You’re ridiculous.” She shakes her head, swinging her leg over me and freeing herself. When she stands up, letting me get a glance at her in all her post-orgasm glory, I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“I’m obsessed.” I correct her. “And who could blame me?”