Chapter 4 #2
Cameron’s eyes shoot up as if distracted. “Huh?” He has no idea what I just said. He is distracted.
“What’s wrong, why do you look like that?” I repeat.
He bites his bottom lip in concentration. “No reason, just a lot on my mind. I need to go. I will catch you both later.” He leaves the room in a rush.
I walk to the end of the bed and pick up the file. I wonder.… what was in the file?
Shit.
Joshua Mark Stanton Blood type AB– DOB 12/11/87
Fuck. Blood type. Was Cameron looking at Joshua’s blood type?
Is he onto something? What type of blood does everybody
else have? How do I find this information out?
“Go and find a naughty nurse outfit and come back in here
and give me some sexual healing,” Joshua says in a low sexy voice.
I smirk as I look up from his file. “Really, sexual healing?
That’s very eighties.” I raise my brow in question.
He smiles and a nurse opens the door. “Mr. Stanton, we need to run some tests.” I jump at the chance to exit unnoticed.
“I’m going to get a coffee, babe. Back in a moment,” I stammer.
He kisses the back of my hand. “Take Max.” I smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Ten minutes later, I am sitting at the café consulting Doctor Google. Shit, this stuff is confusing. I decide to ring Mum.
“Hi Mum”
“Hello darling, how is our patient?” She smiles down the phone.
“He’s going ok, thanks. Listen Mum I can’t talk long. They need some blood at the hospital, and I was going to donate. Do you know what blood type I am?”
“Yes O+ like me,” she answers. I stay silent as I think. Mmm. “Do you know what type of blood Robert has? He is not
here but I can ring him if he has the right type,” I ask.
“Yes, he is O+ like me and you. What type do they need?” “AB –” I snap. Holy shit, this is bad and my eyes close in a
panic.
“Mmm, Tash, that’s a very rare type. I think only a person who has A or B could donate.”
I rub my face as I type double-time on my iPad.
“Do you know what type of blood Margaret has?” I ask.
She hesitates, “I think she’s A. But I could be wrong. Do you want me to ring her?” she replies.
“No!” I snap. “I mean that’s ok.” Holy shit, what if she says something to Margaret? “Umm, I will see her when she gets back,” I reply nervously. I need to get off the phone before I totally let the cat out of the bag.
“Ok love. Call me when you have more time to talk,” she replies cheerfully.
“Ok, love you,” I whisper.
“You too, love, goodbye.” And with that she is gone.
I type in: can a woman with A blood and a man with O+ create a child with AB- blood?
The answer comes straight back.… Negative. Check paternity.
Fuck.… Cameron could know. I put my head into my hands on the table.
This is a fucking disaster. I hate this.
Do I tell Margaret that Cameron knows or at least I suspect that Cameron is suspicious?
Is he suspicious? Or am I imagining this?
Bloody hell, how did I get roped into this shit?
Perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me?
I stand and walk to the fridge and see Max standing outside the door waiting for me.
He is on his phone. I open the door, distracted, looking at him and get out an Iced Coffee Milk.
As I turn, I run headfirst into a man and drop my drink.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I stammer. I look up and step back. This man is in a bad way, his whole face is bruised. Two black eyes, cut lips, broken nose. Jeez he must have had one hell of a car accident. He has red dreadlocks. Freaky looking.
He smiles and bows his head. “No problem.”
I smile at Max who is now looking at me, shaking his head. Why am I so damn clumsy? Max shakes his head and laughs at me. Hmm, he’s getting accustomed to my klutziness.
Two hours later I am lying on Joshua’s bed when Cameron comes in. “I’m heading off for the day. Do you want me to bring you anything from home?”
I stretch and stand. “I will come with you, Cam. I will sleep
at the house tonight.”
Joshua looks at me, mortified. “You don’t want to stay with
me?”
“Yes, I want to stay with you. I think it will be better if I stay at your house tonight. This looks bad,” I reply.
He smiles shyly. “But we are married. It doesn’t look bad at all. I sleep better with you.”
I smile. He really is adorable.
“It doesn’t look bad, Tash, just stay. No one gives a rat’s ass here anyway.” Cam smiles.
I frown. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he smiles. He gives me a kiss and leaves us.
I have a burning hot shower and I have to say this is the most relaxed I have felt since before we separated.
I feel like things are finally returning to normal.
The hospital is finally dead quiet and still and our room is darkened and only dimly lit up by the side lamp.
As I exit the bathroom Joshua’s eyes follow me through the room as I walk over to the bed slowly.
He holds out his hand for me, alone at last.
“I’ve been waiting for bedtime all day,” he whispers.
I smile a shy smile. “Josh, we are in a hospital. Nothing can happen, what if a nurse comes in?”
“Then she will be in for one hell of a show,” he replies softly as his eyes drop down my body and he gently cracks his neck.
I feel my insides start to liquefy as he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the bed.
He flicks the television on and spoons me from behind.
He inhales my hair deeply. “I’ve missed these pajamas. ”
I smile. He really is easily pleased if checkered men’s flannel pajamas do it for him.
We lie in silence watching TV. His fingers lightly skim my body from behind, his lips dust up and down my neck, and he gently kisses my earlobe.
I can feel the exchange of power happening moment by moment, inch by inch.
His body gently dominates me from behind and as I feel his erection grow against my lower back, my body gently submits with want.
Eventually, after half an hour of him touching me he turns me into his arms. I’m aching for him, nearly to the point where I can’t lie still.
He rolls me onto my back and slowly lifts my pajama top over my head and removes my pants while not breaking eye contact.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your body,” he whispers as his large hands run freely over me and his eyes close at the contact.
His tongue gently swipes through my mouth, his hand under my jaw.
Holding me the way he wants me. This is when he sends me wild.
Crazy with lust. When he takes me the way he wants me.
Total control, total domination. His other hand pushes my legs apart and his strong fingers go directly to my wet center.
He runs the backs of his fingers back and forth through my lips.
God, I’ve missed this, I’ve missed him. He cracks his neck hard and kisses me again, more urgent, harder.
He slowly pushes one finger inside me as he twists his hand.
We both groan as my heart rate reaches fever pitch.
I’m not going to last, I’m so close to orgasm.
Two then three fingers stretch my flesh and my legs fall wider open, seeking more.
He twists me so we are lying on our sides.
He is behind me and he lifts my top leg up toward my shoulder, my knee falls behind my ear.
His strong fingers are plunging in and out of my body from behind.
Our eyes are both closed. We are running on pure instinct.
His kisses turn aggressive over my shoulder and my body starts to ride up the bed as his hand turns almost violent.
He grabs my hips and slams me back down the bed toward the penetration.
Fuck, this feels…he’s so good at this. He removes his fingers and changes the pressure completely by running the tips of his four fingers gently over my clitoris.
I nearly jump off the bed. The sound of my wet arousal hangs thick in the air and my legs fall open as far as they will go.
He kisses me gently, his tongue rimming around my lips.
I can’t take much more; I need to come. Like.
Now. He brings his hand up and tenderly holds my face as he kisses me softly.
This is how he drives me insane, the tempo change…
hard and aggressive and then gentle and loving.
When he is being hard on me, I crave the tenderness and then when he is being tender and loving I crave the hard dominance.
I can’t take any more. I try to move so I can mount him, but he stops me.
“Don’t move,” he snaps. I swallow as I pant and close my eyes.
He continues the onslaught with his fingers from behind, his tongue mirroring his fingers.
Taking everything I have. There isn’t a doubt in either of our minds why we are so sexually suited.
His body controls mine with such force that my body quivers with need.
The harder he dominates, the higher my arousal level.
He’s the same, the more I submit the harder he gets.
“I need to taste you,” he whispers.
“Josh, no. Not tonight, anybody could walk in. When we get home, baby. Not here.” He closes his eyes and nods in understanding.
His bottom arm is under my head and I am twisted so we are kissing over my shoulder.
Actually, he’s kissing, I’m lying here with my mouth open, way too distracted by what his body is doing to mine.
He pulls his fingers slowly out and I groan at the loss.
He rubs the palm of his hand over my swollen sex spreading my arousal and I think trying to calm himself as I lose all coherent thought.
He slowly starts to stretch my lips open with his fingers.
I lean my head back into his chest as he rubs his hard length through my creamy arousal.
“Fuck, you feel good, precious. I’m going to come so hard inside you, baby.
I’m aching for it.” My mouth hangs open as he slowly feeds his large length into my sex.
We both groan at the pressure. Holy shit I’ve needed this.
His mouth falls to my neck and he sucks.
My eyes roll back into my head as his hand comes across my body up to my breasts.
His engorged length slides slowly in and out of me and his hands run from my clitoris to my hipbone to my breasts to my stomach.
His open mouth slides from my mouth to my neck to my collarbone.
Our kissing turns aggressive as our arousal hits fever pitch and he grabs my hipbone to bring me down hard onto his brutal length.
“You are such a hot fuck, precious girl. You turn me inside out, do you know that? I’ve fucking missed you,” he growls into my ear.
If I could answer I would, but I can’t…I’m in the pleasure dome, one where I can’t think or speak.
His hips start to pump at piston pace. His hands pulling me onto him with such force it’s painful.
My top leg is being held back by his large strong hands.
He bends and kisses the side of my knee with an open mouth, his hard cock still turning me inside out with every deep plunge.
He kisses me again and I can’t hold it. I scream into his mouth and I lurch forward as an orgasm wave hits me like a train.
He closes his eyes and holds himself deep and I feel his hot semen burn me from the inside out as his cock quivers as it empties.
He hooks my top leg over his body and grabs my face and kisses me deeply.
I can feel his heart beating so hard inside his chest. We both pant as we try to come off the high.
Who am I kidding? I will never come off this high.
Joshua Stanton is too damn beautiful for words. We lie in
comfortable silence as the perspiration sticks our bodies together, still slowly kissing. His body still inside mine.
“Josh,” I whisper.
“Mmm.”
“I can’t live without you. I love you so very much.”
He smiles softly.
“That makes two of us, Presh.”