Chapter 36 All Yours
ALL YOURS
“How is your dad feeling?” Matt asked Anya two days later when she returned to his condo.
“Better. He remembers nothing that happened, and he was agitated this morning when he woke up. He’s in some pain, but there doesn’t seem to be anything else.”
“No long-term effects from him being out of it for twenty-four hours?”
Elliot had woken up last night before Anya and her mother were set to leave. They were allowed to stay later for that reason. The surgery had been a success from that morning as well.
“The doctor doesn’t think there will be, but his neurologist would be the one to talk to more about it.”
“Will he come see your father in the hospital?” he asked.
“Not my father’s doctor, but someone else will see him tomorrow or Monday. They are planning on moving him to rehab Monday or Tuesday. He can’t get up on his own and my mother isn’t strong enough to help.”
“Is it because of his leg or his ribs?” he asked.
“I think his ribs. He’s just in a lot of pain there.” She flopped on the couch. “My biggest fear there is how weak he’s going to get in rehab. It happens all the time and whatever he loses, he won’t regain back fully. This is only speeding up the process of other things. That’s my mother’s fear.”
“You can’t think like that even if it’s true,” he said. He sat next to her. “Did you eat? Do you want something?”
He’d stayed home today and let her go with her mother. He’d been there all day on Friday and left before dinner. Anya went home rather than returning here since she’d been at the hospital so late.
“I had something there with my mother at four. We both ate around eleven and then at four. I forced her to eat knowing she wouldn’t once I left.”
It was five now. “How come you left so early tonight?”
“My father is tired. They’ve got him medicated more and between the pain meds and his other medicine he’s sleeping a lot. They kept him up as much as they could to see where things stood, but he needs his rest. My mother was leaving shortly too.”
“How is she doing?” He pulled her close and under his arm. Anya didn’t hesitate to put her head on his shoulder.
“Hanging in there. She’s exhausted, but I think she’ll sleep good tonight. Last night, even though my father was awake, it was the adrenaline of that knowledge and the worry he’d have an awful night. Tonight, she’ll know he’ll be fine.”
“I’m glad. Does your father know he’s going into rehab?”
“Not yet. I don’t know that he’ll understand either. That’s the hard part. My mother will spend time with him there daily.” She turned her head. “She thinks he’s coming home in a few weeks, but I’m not so sure.”
“Why?”
“Just a bad feeling. I’m not trying to be negative, but it’s hard. The less he moves, the harder it will be for him to do it. It’s going to be six to eight weeks with the cast on his leg. Broken ribs take several weeks too. I know physical therapists are going to be working with him.”
“That’s right,” he said. “Don’t let your mind run a marathon. Not even a sprint. Stay in the warm-up phase.”
She smiled and kissed his neck. “That’s a nice thought. I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically, but I feel so much better. Which is silly since we know there is a long road ahead of us.”
“That’s right. A long road that you need to be strong and healthy for,” he said. “Turn. Let me rub your back. It will help you relax.”
“I’m going to let you.”
She wasn’t one to let go that easily. “If you’re going to, we can do it right in bed.”
He stood and pulled her up with him. She didn’t protest and it told him how much she needed to disconnect her brain from her body.
When they got to his room, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and flopped on the bed face first, let out a grunt, and then put her arms over her head.
“I’m all yours,” she said.
He straddled her hips, undid the clasp of her bra and leaned close to her ear. “Don’t you forget it,” he whispered.
His fingers wrapped around her wrists, squeezing them and dragging his hands up her arms, massaging as he went.
Her shoulders were tense so he tackled them first.
Kneading the muscles, releasing the tension as best as he could.
“That feels so good. It hurts, but in the best way possible.”
“Too hard?” he asked, letting up some.
“No,” she said. “Keep doing it like that.”
He applied more pressure, his fingers almost biting into her flesh, then moving down her shoulder blades and doing the same.
When he got to her lower back, he was squeezing her sides, his thumbs pressing close to her spine, his fingers working her waist.
“You missed your calling,” she said.
He laughed. “I can do this any time you want. There is nothing better than touching you.”
She turned before he could stop her, her bra staying on the bed, her breasts in his gaze.
“How about you massage this side of me too?”
He closed one eye at her. “I’m supposed to be relaxing you.”
“You can relax me this way. Matt, I need it. I need that release. I need it from the man I love to know that life goes on. It’s changing and always will, but you tell me to trust you and I am. I trust you to keep me anchored for the right things.”
“You know how to knock down the wall to good intentions,” he said.
Her arms lifted for his face, her hands on his cheeks, then gently pulling him toward her. “Don’t be afraid of touching me. I’m not going to break. I know sometimes in my life I’ve felt that way but not anymore. I’m stronger than I ever was and a lot of that has to do with our relationship.”
“I’m thrilled you feel that way because I do too. Are you sure?”
“What guy says no to sex?” she asked. She went for the button on her shorts, but he brushed her fingers aside and took care of it himself.
“No man,” he said. “But this isn’t sex. This is love. I’m going to make love to the woman I love.”
“Yes, please.”
Her whispered words sent a buzzing through his veins.
The intensity of the warmth it caused had his heart whirling like a windmill during a storm.
Once she was naked, he placed his fingers around her ankles and moved up her legs as he’d done to her arms.
He stopped at her thighs and spent a few minutes massaging her there, his thumbs inching closer and closer to her heat.
Every time he threatened to touch her, he crept back causing her hips to rise.
She let out a growl after the third time.
“You’re impatient.”
“I am,” she said. “Don’t make me wait. We’ve waited so long for this.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It’s not, but you’re supposed to be making me feel better, not flustered.”
“You can pile on that guilt well,” he said.
“Is it working?”
His fingers crept up to her tender flesh, dipped in and found her soaking wet.
He slid the fluid around, the low moans from her lips filling the room.
It would not take her long to come. But he didn’t want her to just come.
He wanted her to come undone.
“You tell me,” he said.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. Again.”
He slid one finger in, then another, pumping in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Her hips were matching him.
His mouth moved in, found its target, his tongue landing on her swollen bundle of nerves and thrashing around, not landing, not staying in one spot, just tasting her all, making her work for it.
He knew exactly what she liked.
What she wanted.
And he gave it to her as she howled out his name, her hands landing on his head and holding him there.
Not to stay in one spot, but to not move either until she was ready.
He’d give her everything she wanted for as long as she wanted it because that was what a man in love did.
Her hips hit the mattress with a thump and he moved back and sat on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes were shut, her breathing not exactly level but not pounding out as it had been.
She turned her head to look at him.
“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to undress?”
“Do you want me to?”
“You said you were going to make love to me. You can’t do that with your shorts on.”
Matt didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of her. It was about making her feel good, not him.
Giving her pleasure was the greatest gift to him.
He pulled his shirt over his head, dropped his shorts and underwear and went to get a condom.
She stopped him.
“I’m on the pill.”
He turned. “What?”
“I’m on the pill. I said nothing before because I wasn’t sure if I was going to. I’ve always had a guy wear a condom.”
“Why not now?” he asked. “And I’ve always worn one too.”
“It’s you. It’s different. Don’t question it. Just accept it. That’s how I’m looking at it.”
“Then I will too.”
He climbed on the bed, her knees bent and spread, opening the way for him.
He slid in easily, wanting to build her up again, but she was already jerking to get him deeper, then sliding back and doing it again.
“I love the feeling of you inside of me. Now it’s so much more magnified.”
“It is,” he said. “That’s love.”
His fingers threaded through hers above her head, his mouth going to hers.
She wanted to keep slamming up into him, but he would not let her.
They could have sex any time they wanted. That wasn’t what he was going to do now.
He slowed their pace, she matched it.
Her tongue thrusting into his mouth at the same rate as he was into her.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips not allowing him the same speed, but rather more of a grind.
She liked to do that too and it helped to get her there, but it was zapping his control.
“Matt,” she said. “I’m so close. I want you to come in me. I want you to make us one. Please. Will you do it? Please?”
His hips heard the words and swiftly complied. She was coming around him. He felt every pulse, every squeeze, heard the moans and the releases of breaths.
His body tensed, his balls felt heavy, then he came hard enough to have him chanting her name.
“Anya, Anya, Anya!”
“Yes!” she shouted.
She was still coming. An endless stream of vibrations around his dick, drawing all the strength out of his body until he collapsed on top of her completely spent.
“I love you, Kitty,” he said, his voice almost purring like hers.
“I love you too,” she said, grinning at his nickname for her. “More than I ever thought I could love another person.”
He tried to move off of her after a few seconds, but she wouldn’t let him go, so he rolled on his back and held her until she drifted to sleep.
She’d never opened up enough to let go like that, and as much as it was a prize to be given, it was also a burden to not break.