Chapter Ten Gavin
Chapter Ten
Gavin
The moment I walked into her room, my grandmother glanced up from the book she was reading, took off her glasses, closed the hardback, and set it on the table beside her. Her smile was so large, it reached her eyes. “My darling grandson. It’s about time you paid me a visit.”
Because I knew I was coming in here, I’d left the supply closet and gone into the restroom, ditched the condom and wrapper, and washed my face. The thought of kissing my grandmother with lips that had just been on Emily’s cunt didn’t sit right.
But that also meant I wouldn’t get to taste Emily for the rest of the day, like I’d intended, and that didn’t sit right with me either. I didn’t know why, but the idea of getting to smell her, lick her—I liked that.
I wanted it.
And now she was gone.
I stopped at the side of my grandmother’s bed and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “But I’m here now. How are you feeling?”
“Better and better each day.”
“How’s your mobility?” I pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
“I’m assuming they’re getting you up as much as possible?
Having you walk longer lengths? Working on your balance?
” My grandmother didn’t do vulnerable well.
She was a woman who had built an empire entirely on her own during a time when that was impossibly difficult and almost unheard of.
There was no weakness—she was all strength.
Therefore, I knew this conversation wasn’t easy for her, so I added, “You know, given my sports background, I’ve been through this many times with my teammates.
Blown-out shoulders, torn knees, ruptured Achilles.
I’m extremely familiar with this process.
I’ve seen even the toughest—like you—have to endure some of the hardest surgeries and comebacks. ”
The head of her bed was mostly upright, putting her in a slightly reclined position where she was fully dressed, sitting on top of her bedding with a blanket over her.
A blanket that was normally on her couch at home.
She pulled it back and lifted her loose pant leg well past her knee.
“She looks good, doesn’t she?” She rubbed her thigh.
“I have many, many miles to put on her, and I’m almost ready to test her out. ”
This was the first time, out of all the times I’d visited her here, that she had shown me her knee. “Wow, it looks great. Minimal swelling. And your incision—whoever stitched you did a fantastic job. I’ve seen some gnarly scars, and it looks like yours is going to be mild.”
“That’s because Dr. Coffey, my plastic surgeon, stitched me. I requested him to close me up after surgery. I’ve seen some of the scars that knee replacements leave.” She wiggled her finger at me. “I refuse to let my body look like that.”
“Grandma, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you in shorts.”
She then waved her hand. “My dear boy, having a modest scar is for me, not anyone else.”
At eighty-four, with more money than she could ever spend in ten lifetimes, she could have anything she wanted.
I chuckled. “All right, that’s fair.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t come here after school so you could bring my Ben. How is he?” She held her chest.
Had I brought Ben, nothing would have gone down in the supply room, and I had a motive when I walked through the door of this rehab center.
A motive I wasn’t going to share with my grandmother.
“He has something after school today, it wouldn’t have worked,” I told her. “Not if I was going to make it here during Emily’s shift. But he’s doing well, recovered from the button incident, and an endless ball of energy.”
“Ah, yes, my lovely Emily. Have you had a chance to speak to her?” Her brows raised, her head tilting down as though she were looking at me over the frame of her glasses, but she no longer had them on.
“I have.”
She silently stared at me for a few moments. “Wonderful.” She reached for something beside her and continued, “Your brother is quite smitten with Maya. Something tells me those two are in it for the long haul.”
“Long haul, yes, I’d say so.” I ran my hand over the top of my head, not remembering if I’d checked my hair in the restroom, since I was positive Emily had grabbed it more than once.
“Jordan doesn’t get this way about women.
To hear the things he’s been saying about Maya, I’m impressed with how much he’s changed. She’s good for him.”
“And you’d be good for someone, too, you know.”
My head dropped. “Grandma . . . come on.”
“I can’t help myself.” Her hand moved to mine, causing me to look up. “I just hate to see you single for this long. Ben is seven, Gavin.”
I took a deep breath.
I wasn’t getting into this with her.
Grandma and my mother were the same. They openly voiced their desire for me to settle down and get married. As a parent, I understood why they thought this way. You wanted your child happy. You wanted them to have every dream come true.
But I was fucking happy.
I’d just gotten off in the supply room two wings over from here.
There was no reason to change anything about my life.
“I don’t need to be dating or married. Between you, my mother, and Jenny, Ben has three women who are incredible role models. Please don’t worry, my son wants for nothing. He’s the happiest boy.”
“But are you the happiest father, given that you’re not sharing your life with someone?” She squeezed my wrist. “I’m your grandmother. It’s my job to ask these kinds of questions.”
She didn’t ask every time I visited—whether it be here or at her town house or a family gathering—but she asked enough.
My patience regarding this conversation was thin as hell, so I offered, “I’m sharing my life with Ben, that’s more than enough,” and I didn’t plan on saying another word about it.
She stroked her thumb over my skin. “I hope someday very soon there’s more than one name listed in that sentence.”
As I was on the verge of changing the subject, there was a noise in the doorway, and I turned just in time to see Emily walk through.
Her eyes immediately landed on mine, showing a brief moment of surprise before that faded and she fully concentrated on Bettie, halting a few steps past the entrance.
Where did the surprise come from? Did she think I was already gone? Or was she remembering what I’d just done to her pussy and that was her reaction to me?
“Your call button was on,” Emily said. “Do you want me to come back since you have company . . . or . . . ?”
“Come in, my darling.” Bettie motioned her in farther. “I was hoping you could get me a little more situated.”
“Of course.” Emily’s eyes didn’t land on me even once as she went to the other side of Grandma’s bed. “Are you feeling too stiff in this position?”
“Extremely.” Grandma made a face. “Maybe lifting my legs a little higher will help.” When Emily grabbed the remote that would adjust the bed, Grandma added, “I think the position of the bed is fine. Let’s try an extra pillow.”
“No problem.” Emily went to the closet on the far side of the room.
While she opened the closet, getting on her tiptoes to reach the pillow on the upper shelf, Grandma said, “I can’t get over the kind of care I receive here. Between Emily and Maya, I’m treated like a queen. They’re the most caring, attentive, doting nurses.”
I nodded as I took in Emily, studying that perfect heart-shaped ass and those delicious thighs and her narrow waist. My dick fucking throbbed as if I hadn’t just come inside her. “She was the same way with Ben.”
As Emily headed our way, I still couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Maybe it was how her scrubs didn’t just hang on her body but molded to my favorite parts of her.
Maybe it was the light pink of those scrubs that brought out the blond in her hair and the blue of her eyes and the smoothness of her skin, a beauty like she was marching on a goddamn runway.
Maybe it was that my cock was full of need again, dying to feel the snugness and wetness of her pussy.
Whatever the case was, I was fucking mesmerized, and once she smiled at Bettie, I was done—blown the hell away by her, wishing more than anything she’d come straddle me and put me out of my misery.
“I appreciate you saying that.” Emily carefully lifted my grandmother’s legs to put the additional pillow beneath them. “But that’s what Maya and I are here for. To make sure you’re your most fabulous self, so when you return home, you don’t, for any reason, find yourself back here.”
“Which will be a sad day, my lovely, knowing I won’t get to see you as often as I do here.” Grandma reached out her hand and as Emily stepped closer, those fingers went to Emily’s cheek.
“But you’ll still see plenty of Maya, I’m sure.” She let out a small laugh. “And you’ll see me when Maya and I take you out.” Emily adjusted the pillow behind my grandmother’s head.
Grandma pulled her hand back and looked at me. “Can you believe these gals want to spend their free time with me?”
“Why wouldn’t they?” I crossed my arms and legs, hoping to hide my hard-on. “When you’re not in full-on lecture mode, laying it on extra thick, you’re a pleasure to be with.”
“Gavin”—Grandma playfully slapped my arm—“my motive is and always will be love. That’s why I say those things to you.”
“But you still say them.” I chuckled.
Emily put her hands on her hips. “Bettie, I like this spicy side of you.” She nodded at me, her eyelids narrowed, her expression extra sexy. “Slap him harder.”
“Back in the day, I would have washed his mouth out with a bar of soap.” My grandmother sighed. “I’ve softened in my old age.”
Emily rubbed Bettie’s shoulder. “I can understand that, but at my age, I thrive off spice, and that man deserves a spanking for speaking to you that way.”
Yes, you do thrive off spice.
I leaned to the side, exposing an ass cheek. “Go ahead, ladies. I’m giving access and full permission.”
Grandma pushed the air, like it was trying to bite her. “I can’t with you young ones.”
“Oh, Bettie, what an opportunity!” Emily laughed, moving the blanket and tucking the sheets down. “Anyway, how’s the new position? Any better?”
“I’m much more comfortable, thank you,” Bettie admitted.
“If you’re feeling good, I’m going to run—”
“How about some fresh water?” My grandmother picked up her cup from the table and looked inside. “This isn’t cold anymore, and it’s been here since early this morning.”
“I’m sure Emily has aides to help with things like that,” I interjected before Emily could respond. “How about you let her get back to work, and she can send in someone to get you water?”
Emily lifted the cup and pitcher off the table. “I’m happy to do it. I’ll be back in a minute.”
As soon as she was gone, my grandmother said, “My gosh, she’s beautiful. Charming. Sassy. Boy, do I like her.”
I didn’t realize I was still staring at the doorway, and turned my head toward my grandmother. “I have to get back to work, Grandma. I’ll bring Ben in a few days to see you.” I got up from the chair and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you’re doing so much better.”
“Gavin,” she said as I neared the door, and I turned around as she added, “I won’t apologize for wanting you to find love. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I know. I found love once, Grandma, and that was enough . . .” I didn’t need to say another word, so I walked out of the room, and after passing a few doorways, Emily was making her way back, heading right for me. “I can’t seem to stop running into you.”
How was she more gorgeous than she had been less than a minute ago?
How was that smile making my hard-on rage?
How was her power so strong that it forced me to grin?
She nudged me with her shoulder as she reached me and then winked. “Then stop following me.”
I waited a couple of paces and peeked over my shoulder. She was just about to go into Grandma’s room, which gave me a final view of her ass.
An ass I needed to fuck . . .
Goddamn it.