Aftercare: Second Chance Romance

by Jennifer Hartley

  “What the hell?” He growled, slamming back inside her vagina and making her shriek. His expression tight, he yanked one of her legs over his shoulder, swung his hips out then punched back inside.

  “Landon.”

  “You’re strange,” he gasped, his thrusts speeding up, as if to wreck her vagina. She pulled at his hair before pushing him down to her for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He sank fully into her, his dick pressing against her cervix as their tongues tangled and she bit him, dragging his lip between her teeth before pushing her tongue in his mouth. His breath filled her mouth and she deepened their kiss, just as he pushed fully inside her.

  The air was hot, and they panted through the rough, almost hip-breaking dance of their bodies. Eyes were dark from the savagery and intensity of their sex. She squirmed, tightening around his dick, matching the breathtaking pace of his thrusts so perfectly that his eyes rolled to the back of his head before glaring at her, hands suddenly pinning her wrists above her head. Their cries were strangled, rough, seemingly of pain if not for the awesome burn of their pubic hairs tangling, his dick burrowing so deeply into her vagina as if to never leave. And she hoped he never will.

  Stunned to have such need of him that her next breath depended on it, she begged, “Please. Landon. Kiss me.”

  And Landon did, smiling at her before covering her mouth with his. Her cry at the relief of her release was muffled by his kiss, swallowing her sounds, his tongue settling inside her mouth to feel it tremble and thrust desperately at him. He grunted against her too, his entire body suddenly stiffening before collapsing on top of her.

  “It was more than worth the wait, Regina.”

  Her body felt drained and bruised even hours later, yet she was on her feet, in the kitchen no less, assembling a fitting meal for the wonderfully strenuous night they just had. She made classic BLT, on a thick but very soft loaf of bread, with a thick layer of melted Swiss cheese. Coffee, hers with milk, his with a teaspoon of sugar, and four pieces of soft-baked chocolate chip cookies were the final touches. She assembled them all on the tray and basically waddled back to her room. A hot bath was in order at some point to ease the stiffness in her hips and the soreness between her thighs.

  Landon was leaving the bathroom when she returned to the bedroom, his face damp from the wash. His golden hair was still tousled. He grinned at the tray of food she held before relieving her of it.

  “Bacon,” he murmured, kissing her on the cheek. “Best sex of my life and you have bacon. I’d better not be dreaming.”

  Regina chuckled and watched him put it on one of the nightstands, moving about nude like it was no big deal at all. Thinking to match him, she started untying the belt of her robe and slipped off the garment to join him in bed. On her way, she spotted the collection of used condoms on the floor and their packets. Her natural compulsion would be to pick them up but in her bed was a man who did the most wonderful things to her body and caused the oddest stirrings in her heart. Cleaning up could always wait.

  Landon handed her one of the sandwiches before getting one for himself. Taking a bite, she cuddled up to him. They both smelled of sweat and were sticky but neither seemed interested in a shower right now. Just food and each other, she thought, sighing in contentment as he kissed her on the forehead again before biting into his sandwich.

  They ate quietly, Landon amusing her with his exaggerated sounds of pleasure as if he was eating something straight out of a gastronomic paradise. In between bites were kisses, moans. She loved the taste of bacon and cheese on him, licked the breadcrumbs from his lips and kissed them on his beard. She never cared for sweetened coffee but on his lips, his tongue, she was a convert.

  Landon took her half-full mug and returned it to the tray. With a growl of sensual hunger, he tossed her back on the bed and rested his body fully on her. He pinched and pulled at her swollen nipple, watching her bite her lip, feeling her legs thrash softly around him before planting a kiss on her lips.

  Regina was the one to reach in the drawer this time and put the condom on him, allowing herself a squeeze of his dick just to watch him close his eyes and his head fall back because he was just so beautiful. Then his eyes opened, and she finished, dropping back on the bed and spreading her legs. He gazed at her vagina with something like pure adoration. With his emerald eyes burning through her, he pressed a palm on her left thigh.

  “Open some more, sweetheart. Let me see my favorite star.”

  She blushed but obeyed him, remembering that this was how he knew it was her on the bed during that emergency. Landon sighed before taking the tube of lube they started using at some point. She shook and whimpered his name as his fingers applied the slick mixture on her inner labia. Then with just the gentlest nudge, she was open and two fingers were thrusting into her.

  “Please,” Regina begged, trying to reach for him.

  She gasped as he settled between her legs. He took his dick in hand and thrust in her, the wet channel of her vagina easily and eagerly welcoming him. He thrust into her slowly, but they still watched each other the entire time. Her fingers fluttered to his cheek and he took her hand to kiss it deeply before draping it on his shoulder. He kissed her on the neck, she bit on his ear, thrust her tongue inside it. He licked her lips and she took his mouth. Her vagina still had that cramped soreness but it sucked his dick greedily, squeezing and tightening around it like a vise. He drank her pitched hiccups and gasps as she came, his own groan filling her mouth.

  The fresh bout of sweat and another layer of come over the streaks that had dried and stained their thighs still gave no encouragement for either to seek a shower. They remained in bed facing each other, her leg hooked around his hip and his arm firm on her waist. As she watched the morning light caress his hair and face, she asked, “Why gynecology?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Why did you choose to specialize in it?”

  He moved closer to her until the tips of their noses brushed. “Actually, it’s gynecologic oncology.”

  “Oncology,” Regina looked thoughtful. “That deals with cancer, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes. Of the female reproductive system. It’s often rough. You know how cancer is the silent killer, right?”

  She nodded.

  “Cancers involving the female reproductive system are like masters of silence. If there are hardly any symptoms, the symptoms are usually mistaken for another disease. But more often than not, they’re detected too late. Or even when they are known early enough, these cancers act swiftly.”

  “What happens when you tell someone she has cancer?”

  “It’s always hell. You’re always the bad guy.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Regina kissed him consolingly on the cheek and hugged him. She was glad when he stayed in her arms. He was always holding her and it felt nice to reciprocate.

  “Why did you choose this specialization?”

  “You mean why I did not become a dentist?” He said with a smirk. She smiled back and traced his dimple.

  “I think the only kind of hell dentists have is an extreme case of halitosis,” she told him. “It’s a tough field, Landon. And as for hating the guy to give the bad news, I know. My Dad.” At his inquiring look, she added, “My Dad. Lung cancer.”

  “I’m sorry.” He looked concerned. “When was this?”

  “Five years ago. He never stopped smoking until the last day.” This time, he kissed her. “Thank you.”

  “My mom too. And my sister.” Landon caressed her arm. “Cervical cancer for my Mom. She was only forty-one when she died. Then my sister. The ovaries. I was in medical school already when she was diagnosed.” He looked at her. “I was thinking to go into nuclear medicine when she told the family. We were twins.”

  “She was young, Landon. How old was she when she...”

  “It was quick. She was twenty-eight.”

  “I’m so sorry.” She knew firsthand how devastating it could be to witness someone you loved in so much pain and unable to d
o anything to end it. She grabbed his hand to kiss it. “What’s her name?”

  “Kelly. She was beautiful. She had a temper, but her heart was always in the right place.”

  Landon sounded a little choked, so she hugged him again. She would protect him from everything if she could. “Thank you for telling me about her.”

  By noon, the bedroom was beginning to smell very ripe. Landon and Regina remained in bed. They had sex twice more before deciding to just laze around on the sticky, stained sheets and tease each other for the interesting odors wafting up from the crevices of their bodies.

  At one point, after kissing him down the chest, Regina lowered her face to his dick and suddenly reared up. “Oh, god. It smells terrible down there!” She complained, pinching her nose.

  “You lie,” Landon told her, but howling with laughter. “That’s just my natural manly scent, Regina.”

  “If that’s the natural manly scent, cavewomen had a pretty strong stomach back in the day to help in populating the planet,” she said, lying beside him. Despite what she said, she draped her arm and leg over him, nuzzling his chest and kissing his neck.

  “Let’s see if you smell any better then,” he challenged, suddenly pulling up her arm. She squealed as he pressed his nose on her armpit and made a face. “Damn.”

  Regina pulled her arm back, shaking her head. “No. I happen to smell divine.”

  “ Let’s see about that.” And Landon suddenly nudged her legs apart. She laughed, trying to stop him from smelling her vagina but he was surprisingly stronger. They wrestled, yanking the edges of the sheets from under the mattress, sending pillows to the floor.

  “Landon!” She exclaimed when he successfully pushed her legs far apart. But he didn’t kiss her. Instead, his tongue slid up and down her moist folds before thrusting between them. Her sound of protest melted into a coo.

  “You smell like me,” he declared between dips of his tongue in her vagina and a brief suck of her clit to get her to cry out. “You taste like a woman who’s been completely sated.”

  “Landon,” she panted, trying to touch him.

  “You taste fantastic,” he groaned, thumbing her open and sinking his tongue inside her. “You taste like me. Maybe I should just quit my job and make love to you.”

  “Ridiculous,” she moaned, arching against him. Because she was still sensitive, she easily came apart, throwing a scream towards the ceiling. She was still high on her orgasm when he suddenly turned her so she was on her stomach. The breath knocked out of her, she stammered, “Landon?”

  “Regina,” he groaned, taking a playful bite of her hard shoulder before kissing down her spine. Relaxing with every brush on his lips on her back, she smiled, humming in pleasure.

  But Regina’s ease met a swift end when he started covering the small of her back with kisses. She squealed and giggled, startled at how ticklish she was back. “Stop,” she gasped, clutching at the pillow. “God. You’re killing me, Landon!”

  “Good,” he said, his teeth raking down her flesh and towards her ass. Her eyes widened.

  “Landon?”

  “Hmm.” Regina blushed violently as he bit and sucked on the firm skin. She was shaking from trying to stop herself from moving because she was even more ticklish there. “Juicy.”

  “Stop it, I’m very ticklish!” She exclaimed, hoping to god she didn’t pee on him. Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when she felt him sweep her cheeks apart. “Landon.”

  Regina squirmed, gasping, laughing as he tongued her rosette. He teased the puckered flesh, making her laugh and cry out more, louder. His name fell as shrieks of shocked admonishment, exasperation, feeble infuriation. She thrashed under him, her pleas for him to stop sounding rather like encouragement. As she turned even more red and buried her nails into the pillow when the tickling sensation intensified, Landon’s tongue suddenly thrust inside.

  ”Landon! Stop!”

  Panicked that she was about to wet herself, both of them, she turned, her arm flying to get him off her. Instead, her elbow encountered his nose, followed by a hard crunching sound. Landon groaned and fell off the bed.

  “Landon!” Regina turned, seeing only his feet on the edge of the bed. Crawling towards them, she peered at him. He was on the floor, face twisted in pain and his hands a tight tent on his nose. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I was really ticklish! Can I get you ice or something?”

  He looked at her and removed his hands from his nose. She flinched. Blood.

  “I think I broke my nose, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Seven

  Despite Landon’s bleeding nose, they still had to wait for their turn for emergency treatment. Regina’s pleas were interrupted by the nurse, a brunette twit of a thing whose head was too big for the rest of her skinny body. “Your boyfriend’s condition will be assessed. For now, you fill this out,” she said firmly, shoving the clipboard toward Regina’s nose.

  “But he has a broken-”

  “I’m sure it’s an emergency. I’m sure.” The nurse said very slowly, as if speaking to someone with a great mental incapacity. Regina scowled at her. “But we treat people according to the gravity-”

  “He works here. He’s a doctor-”

  “Honey, the more you try convincing me to let you cut in line, the longer your boyfriend will have to wait.” Regina glared at her nameplate. Melisha Shore. Melisha smirked as she took the form and stomped back to the benches where Landon was waiting.

  “You’d think that working in the same hospital would at least help you advance,” she grumbled, sighing roughly. She stared helplessly at Landon. “How are you feeling?”

  After pressing a pack of frozen peas on his nose, they discovered that he was still bleeding. Landon then instructed her to cut a tampon in half and push the bits up his nostrils as a way of staunching the flow. He thought they should give it more time, but she couldn’t relax. She still felt queasy remembering the unmistakable crunching sound. After putting the tampons up his nose, she insisted to have him examined. Katie was luckily at home and drove them to Lawrence General.

  That was the first and last bit of luck they had. Landon, being Landon, had told Katie how he ended up with the injury. Katie had been relentless in teasing them for the entire drive. Regina would have killed her if she wasn’t too worried and scared for Landon.

  Katie had yet to come back. She had dropped them off at the emergency entrance to look for a parking spot. Regina touched Landon on the knee as she waited for him to answer.

  Landon frowned as if realizing for the first time that he was out in public with tampons up his nostrils. She was certainly not the reason people were looking, for once. But his face cleared a little when she started touching him and he gave her a chiding look.

  “I’m alright. I’ve been telling you.” There was a slight scold in his voice.

  “Are you feeling dizzy? Any pain?” She asked, remembering the brief information she managed to glean after looking up treatment for a broken nose online.

  “No. Not yet. I’m fine.” When she continued to look at him worriedly, he managed a small smile and squeezed her hand. He patted the clipboard on her lap. “Let me help you with that.”

  “Alright. But this is a waste of time,” Regina complained, picking up the pen to write. “They’d rather have me fill out forms first instead of treating you.” She glared at the nurses’ station again.

  “Hospital bureaucracy, sweetheart. Landon Colin Stewart.”

  It took her a moment to realize what he meant. Scribbling it quickly, she said, “Oh. That’s your complete name? It’s nice.”

  He stroked her knee, smirking at her blush when his hand briefly slipped under her skirt to stroke her sensitive inner thigh. “Tell me yours,” he urged her.

  “Regina Jasmine Abbott,” she answered, seeing his eyes sparkle.

  “Now that’s a pretty name. Eyes like yours and the only name you should have is Regina Jasmine Abbott. It suits you.”

  �
��Thank you. Jasmine is actually my grandmother’s name.”

  “Did she have your eyes? Is she still alive?”

  “Sadly, no. She died when I was too young to remember her. But yes, my dad said she had blue eyes too.” Noticing how Landon was looking at her as if to memorizing every freckle, she felt another wave of her blush and turned to the form again. “I need to know your age.”

  “Forty-two.”

  He was a lot older than her. Writing it down carefully, she asked next, “When’s your birthday?”

  “April 17.” Seeing her burst into a wide, amused smile, he squeezed her on the knee. “What?”

  “My birthday is right after. April 18.”

  “Hey, that’s nice. We should have a joint celebration, don’t you think?”

  The day was a little over two months from now. Regina thought he was just being nice but there was a ring of certainty in his words. She was sure of it. He didn’t just believe they would still be together at that time. They were just going to be. A little confused and feeling lightheaded, she took a deep breath and focused on the form again.

  “Are you on any medication?”

  “No.”

  “It says here to check any that may apply. Hypertension, Heart condition-”

  “None. I’m healthy as can be, sweetheart. The only heart condition I have is I really care for you, Regina.”

  Regina laughed at his corny line, but it was quick to soften when she looked at him. His blond hair was ruffled from sex and sleep, his eyes were heavy-lidded and had what appeared to be the beginnings of a bruise. There were tampons up his nose. Nevertheless, something in her clicked. He smiled, and she felt herself shake. Amused by the red spots overtaking her cheeks, he added softly, “And if not for this injury, sweetheart, I would still be inside you.”