52. Chapter 52
Chapter 52
I headed back to the hospital with soup and bread for all of us. After checking into the hotel, I’d carried our suitcases up to the room and found that there was only one bed.
Fuck me sideways with a chainsaw.
How the hell was I going to survive an entire night in the same bed with the woman I wanted to touch more than anything? At least it was a king-size. Maybe I could sleep with my back to her and hug the edge of the bed so I wouldn’t be tempted.
Getting out of the rental car, I entered the hospital and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Jennifer’s friend Hazel was exiting her room as I approached.
“Hey, are the queens still in there?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yes, but they’re about to clear out. We’re all done now.”
“It was nice to meet you, Hazel. Thanks for coming to see Jenn.”
“Nice to meet you too. I’m off for the next few days, so I’ll stay with her until I have to go back on shift the day before Thanksgiving.”
Hell, I’d forgotten all about Thanksgiving. “That’s nice of you. I’m not sure when I’m leaving but let me give you my number in case she needs anything after I go. Call me anytime.” She pulled out her phone and tapped in the number I rattled off before walking to the elevator and pushing the down button.
The three wig chicks came out next, waving at me as they passed. One of them was holding a blonde ponytail.
“Hey, did you get something picked out?” I asked Jenn as I entered.
She was propped up on her bed with a big grin on her face. “I did. I’m going blonde.”
I smiled as I started unpacking the soup and bread on the rectangular table beside my sister’s bed. “That’ll look good on you. Where’s Mallori?”
“In the bathroom.”
As I removed the napkins and plastic spoons from the bag, I heard the door open behind me. “Hey, Bee. Are you hungry?”
“I am. That smells delicious,” she replied.
“Good. I got us tomato basil and broccoli cheese.” I turned toward her. “Which one do—” All my words fizzled away into the ether. Just gone.
Mal looked up at me and rubbed a hand over the back of her hair. Her very short hair. Her blonde locks were now trimmed into a stylish pixie cut, the sides barely skimming her ears, and the top had a bit of a wave to it.
“Mallori made a donation,” Jennifer informed me. “There’s apparently a shortage of blonde hair.”
I nodded dumbly, my tongue feeling too thick to function correctly. My Little Bee had the perfect face for this style, her features small and delicate, while her eyes looked twice as big beneath the fringe of bangs .
Those eyes skittered away from me, and she bent to put her laptop into her backpack as Jennifer tapped my arm.
When I finally dragged my gaze down to her, she smiled. “I think I might take a nap before I eat. Why don’t you two head back to your hotel? It’s been a long day.”
“You sure?” I asked with a frown, and she nodded.
“Yes, go. That was fun, but it wore me out.”
I kissed her forehead. “You need to rest, party animal.”
Jennifer held my shoulders and whispered in my ear, “She’s amazing.”
My attention was inevitably pulled back to Mal, who was wrapping her computer cord around the plug. My god, she is gorgeous.
“I know,” I murmured before crossing the room to take Mallori’s backpack and loop it over my shoulder. Then I wrapped my hand around hers, and she inhaled a sharp breath before pulling her hand away. I fucking hated that she did that.
“I have to say bye to Jenn.” She darted back to the bed, and the two women shared a careful hug and a soft laugh. Mal returned to me, and this time, she didn’t pull away when I took her hand again.
Fuck. Yes.
I was having trouble keeping my eyes off Mallori as we walked toward the elevator, and I almost bowled some poor guy over. At least I think it was a guy. Who the fuck knew.
The hotel was only a five minute drive from the hospital, yet it seemed like a thousand miles because it meant I had to keep my eyes on the road. Mallori was uncharacteristically quiet, which gave me time to think .
She donated her hair. She cut off her long blonde locks because other women—like my sister—needed it. And Jesus fucking hell, it only made her more gorgeous.
Mal was still quiet as I opened the room door and pulled her inside. As soon as I set the backpack on the desk, she broke the silence.
“I know it was a drastic thing to do, but it’ll grow back.”
Stalking slowly back toward her, I stood and looked down at her, drinking her in as my dark eyes met her light ones. Everything about her was perfect.
She self-consciously drifted a hand over her hair again. “Do you hate it?”
I shook my head slowly. “No, Little Bee. I love it.” Then I took her precious face between my big hands. “I love you .”
And that’s when she tackled me.
Thank god I had my back to the bed because she knocked me off my feet—figuratively and literally—and landed on top of me. Her lips collided with mine, her tongue pushing aggressively into my mouth.
Holy fucking shit!
Small, soft hands slid over my shoulders and chest as Mallori attacked my mouth. “I… love you… too,” she said between kisses, and I could have happily died right then and there.
Cupping the back of her head with one hand and her tight little ass with the other, I held her to me, tasting her sweet mouth for the first time in almost three months. Though I hadn’t forgotten the taste of her, the intensity of it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was grateful I was lying down.
“Tate,” she panted into my mouth, “say it again. Please. ”
I rolled us over, pinning her with my weight, as I stroked the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “I love you, Mallori.” And—because I could—I said it again. “I love you.”
Those words were surprisingly easy for me to say. In my entire adult life, I’d never said them to any woman besides my sister, but I thought I could profess my love to Mal every single day for the rest of forever.
Forever. Yes! My heart swelled inside my chest, and I knew for a fact that’s what I wanted with her.
She looked up at me, and I drowned in the aqua pools of her eyes. “Will you make love to me, Tate?”
“All night, angel,” I promised.
It didn’t take me long to rid us of our clothes, and then I scooted her up the bed and slid us beneath the covers. Half covering her, I ran my hand down her side, eliciting the most delicious shiver from her body.
“I want to take my time with you, Little Bee, but—”
“Just get inside me,” she interrupted, grasping my ass and pulling me fully on top of her. Her legs spread and welcomed me, cradling my hips as my needy cock found her center.
I kissed her lips softly. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Inside and out.”
“Then I was made for you because you’re the most beautiful man in the world.”
Those words from her lips were everything to me. She was everything, and I pressed my hips forward until her heat cupped the head of my erection. We let out simultaneous sighs, both of us gratified to be together like this again .
Mallori lifted her butt off the bed, taking more of me inside her, and I groaned my approval against the softest lips I’d ever kissed. Then she began circling her hips, stretching herself on my cock, and I matched her movements.
She was as tight as the night I took her virginity. The night she freely gave it to me. I wasn’t sure I realized that night just how fucking lucky I was, but I did now. She’d chosen me , the man with a dark heart and even darker desires, and she loved me anyway. I’d been her first, and I damn sure wanted to be her last. Her only .
As Mallori opened up around me, I slid in deep, rolling my back and stroking all her sweet spots. It was slow and loving and perfect, and I took her mouth with a lush kiss that harmonized perfectly with the movements of our bodies.
My body was experiencing so many sensations that I wanted to memorize. Mallori’s hands in my hair. Her soft tits pressed against my chest. The coolness of the sheets as I ground my knees into the mattress to push myself up and into her over and over.
Leaving a trail of wet kisses across her cheek, I whispered into her ear. “Please say you’ll be mine forever.”
“I will. Forever,” she panted against my shoulder. “I need you deeper, Tate. I want all of you.”
I pushed up onto straightened arms, and she worked one of her legs between us, resting her ankle on my shoulder, practically folding herself in half.
“I forgot how flexible you are,” I told her with a smile as my cock found a place inside her that made her eyelids flutter .
“God. There. Right there.” My name ripped from her throat as she pressed her head back into the pillow and clenched around my cock. “Tate!”
“That’s it, my pretty girl. I'm right there with you.” I was mesmerized by her parted lips and the slightly bluish tinge of her closed eyelids.
As her orgasm rolled through her body, my own caused my balls to tighten up against me before releasing my seed. I pulsed into Mallori’s tight pussy over and over. It lasted so long, I felt like we were coming in slow motion.
She lowered her leg, wrapping it around my waist as I lowered my body to hers once more. “I love you,” she said, running her fingers through my beard.
“I love you, Bee. You’re perfect.”
And you’re all mine.
“We need to figure out how and when we’re going to tell everyone,” I said when we were cuddled side by side in a post-coital glow. If I’d had a cigarette, I would smoke the damn thing right now, despite the fact that I’d never smoked a day in my life. I was so damn satisfied.
“How about when my parents come for the holidays?”
I knew her mom and dad were coming to Texas for a visit the week before Christmas, due to their cruise.
“That sounds good to me,” I told her, though I’d rather shout it from the rooftops now. I wanted everyone to know…
Hawk Gentry is in love.