by Vivian Wood
Just like in his dream, she straddled his mouth and faced away from him. She was so petite there was no more than an inch of space between her wetness and his mouth.
Still, she held back. Addy didn’t lower herself, so Jack closed their distance by darting his tongue into her center. That was all it took.
Addy shuddered and let out a moan as she lowered onto his face. She readjusted herself, leaned forward slightly and directed her clit onto his tongue.
Jack gripped her ass as Addy leaned her hands on her thighs and began to ride his face. She was in complete control, and her ass wiggled wildly in his hands. He watched her tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, while Addy occasionally pinched and pulled at them.
She was fucking gorgeous, eyes closed as she rode his face, with her only thought on the sheer pleasure he gave her.
When she shifted and offered up her opening, he dove his tongue as deeply inside her as he could and delighted in the taste of her. As he fucked her with his tongue, she groaned and bounced against his mouth.
He could still taste last night on her, their combined sweat and traces of his own come. Jack gripped her ass tighter. His tongue made its way to the rim of her ass.
She cried out his name as he circled the tight bud of her opening.
Addy leaned forward and presented her clit to him once again.
“I’m almost there,” she said. “Jack, I’m –”
“Come on my face,” he said. He barely got the words out before a gush rushed onto his tongue.
“Jack!” she cried out. “Jack…”
“You taste so good,” he said, his hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her close.
He could have lapped her up all day, the taste was almost addictive.
She moaned and settled onto his face, the grinding slow. “What about you…” she said sleepily.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he said.
Addy stood up.
“No,” she said. “Let me take care of you. What do you want?” she asked.
Addy bent down and ran her hand along the hardness below his pants.
“Get on top,” he said, and rushed to unbuckle his belt.
Anything, he would have given anything to make his dream come true, and now it was.
Addy smiled when his cock sprung out of his pants. The flannel shirt had slipped nearly off and bunched at her elbows.
“Ride me,” he said.
The ache was almost unbearable. Addy straddled him, took his cock and ran her thumb along the tip, slick with precum. She furrowed her brow as she guided him in, still sensitive.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. She smiled at him, and he grabbed her waist and pushed her down. She cried out when he filled her up.
“Stay,” he said. “Just stay like this a minute.”
Jack was completely inside her and every instinct within him told him to move. To bounce her, to fuck her, to fill her with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.
He watched her sensitivity vanish. Addy put her hands on his chest and began to writhe. Her boots dug into the sides of his legs. Addy technically did as he said.
She didn’t ride the length of his cock, but he could tell by her squirms that she was hitting her G-spot with his hardness as best she could.
“You want to fuck me?” he asked.
She looked him in the eye and nodded.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
“Yes,” she said, almost breathless.
She continued to press against him, harder and more demanding. Jack was ready to explode. He knew he wouldn’t last long this time. He needed her too badly.
“Addy… how bad do you want it?”
“More than anything,” she said, echoing his words with a smile.
“Ask nicely,” he said as he ran his fingers up her thighs and made her shiver.
“Please let me fuck you,” she said.
Her fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Are you going to fuck me right, like a good wife?” he asked.
She paused, but only for a second. “Yes.”
“Say it, then.”
“I’m going to fuck you like a good wife,” she said. Her wetness leaked down his hips. “Come on…”
“Say it one more time,” he said. With all his strength, he pressed her down hard onto him.
“You’re my husband,” she moaned. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good wife.”
“Go on then.”
He released her hips and Addy went wild. Her yelps punctuated her thrusts as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his taut stomach.
Just as he felt himself release inside her, she let out that now-familiar cry of her own orgasm.
“So good,” she whispered, over and over. “Jack, it feels so good.”
She stayed on top of him until every last wave of her orgasm faded. He felt his own come start to slip out of her and bind them together.
This time, when she released him from her center, she didn’t immediately look for her clothes.
Addy fell, almost asleep already, readily into his arms and nuzzled her cheek against his chest.
22
Come on, Grandma,” Kenzie said as she bolted past Addy in the kitchen. “What’s wrong with you today? This is the first time, like, ever that I’m actually faster than you at work.”
“Sorry,” Addy mumbled as she balanced the plates on her forearm.
The last thing she was going to do was tell Kenzie she could barely walk because of yesterday’s session on the couch with Jack. She didn’t know what had come over her—or him.
What had happened in the tent was one thing. It was fueled by passion, anger, and the sheer strangeness of being in close quarters in the wild. But at home? She still couldn’t unravel that one. Worse, she wanted to do it again.
Addy considered pulling a double shift today a blessing. At least Jack couldn’t distract her.
Or could he? she wondered.
“Addy.” She almost dropped the plates she held as she served them to the customers at table nine.
“Dawn,” she gave a fake smile over her shoulder. “What’s up?”
The customers dug into their meals and ignored the two waitresses completely.
“Can I talk to you a minute?”
Addy rolled her eyes at Dawn’s back as she followed the towering bleached blonde to the kitchen.
God, Dawn acts like she’s the manager.
“What’s so important that you made me almost spill meatloaf on a customer?” she asked.
“The hospital called.”
“Jack?” She was confused. Why wouldn’t he just text her?
“No, I mean, the hospital—I don’t know who it was. Your dad just got admitted—”
“Shit.” Addy immediately started toward the little cage of lockers for her purse. “Is he okay? What happened?”
She could have kicked herself for that last question.
Alcohol, that’s what happened.
“They said he’s stable,” Dawn called after her. “But it sounds like he called 9-1-1. An ambulance took him—”
“Can you cover for me?” she asked. “Shit. And Kenzie?”
“What? I mean, I guess. I’ll have to call in one of the new girls—”
“Thanks,” Addy said, and shot her a smile. She nearly ran right into Kenzie as she ran toward the exit.
“Not that fast!” Kenzie said. “God, Addy, you almost hit me.”
“Come on, Dad’s in the hospital.” Without a word, Kenzie tossed the tray of dirty dishes she had onto the counter.
“Hey!” Dawn called, but neither of them turned back.
Kenzie chewed at her cuticle madly in the passenger seat as Addy raced toward the hospital.
“Do you think he’ll be okay? Addy, do you think he’ll be okay?”
“I don’t know, stop asking,” Addy snapped. Guilty, she stole a look at Kenzie, who had
chewed her nail until it bled.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she said softly. “Probably just needs his stomach pumped or something.”
Kenzie looked uncertain, but she grew quiet.
By some miracle, there was a spot directly in front. Kenzie kept pace with her as they flew into the ER.
“Mrs. Stratton!” the receptionist called in greeting. “Are you here for Ja—”
With wild eyes, Addy went straight for her.
“Ted Fuller,” she said, out of breath.
“What?”
“Ted Fuller.”
“Where’s our dad?” Kenzie yelled at the woman.
“Oh! Uh—” the receptionist’s hands flew across the keyboard. “Theodore Fuller has been moved to the ICU. That’s your fath—”
“Thanks,” Addy said. She grabbed Kenzie’s hand and ran toward the ICU wing. She saw Jack as he paced back and forth beside the check-in desk. “Jack! What happened? Where is he—”
“It’s okay,” Jack said. He grabbed her shoulders as she approached him and steadied her. “He’s… he’s alright.”
“He’s okay?” Kenzie asked. Her voice trembled.
“What happened?” Addy demanded. “Where is he?”
“It’s his heart,” Jack said slowly.
“His heart? He… he didn’t get his stomach pumped? He wasn’t drunk?”
“He… well, he was,” Jack said carefully. “Sometimes excessive amounts of alcohol can raise the blood pressure to such a degree that it can lead to a heart attack—”
“Oh, God, he had a heart attack?” Kenzie cried. “It’s my fault. I should have… I should have…”
“There’s nothing either of you could have done. This was caused by years of heavy drinking, coupled with excess weight and maybe even a history of high blood pressure. We’re still waiting on the files from his GP to confirm that.”
“So what… what now?” Addy asked, her eyes filled with tears.
“Now we wait,” Jack said. “There’s nothing to be done except keep him overnight to be monitored.”
“Can we see him?” Kenzie asked.
“No, I’m afraid not. Besides, he’s been sedated and will be asleep until tomorrow anyway,” Jack said. “Try not to worry, that won’t help anything.”
“Easy for you to say,” Kenzie muttered.
Addy elbowed her.
“Dr. Stratton? We need you in here,” a nurse said crisply as she walked by.
“Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back.”
Addy sank into a hard plastic chair beside Kenzie and held her sister’s hand.
“It’ll be okay,” she said.
“It’s all my fault,” Kenzie repeated under her breath.
“No,” Addy said, though she knew there was nothing she could say to make Kenzie believe her.
“Addy? Kenzie?” Jack returned at a fast clip. “I’m totally slammed today, but listen. I’ve read your father’s chart and I’m keeping an eye on him, along with the rest of his team. I promise you, he’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about. But you won’t be able to see him until tomorrow at the earliest, so there’s no reason for you to stick around here.”
“I have to stay,” Kenzie said stubbornly.
“No, let’s go back to the house,” Addy said. She glanced at Jack. “Get it nice and cleaned up before he gets home.”
Kenzie looked from Addy to Jack. “But what if he wakes up—”
“There’s no way, not with the sedatives he’s on,” Jack said. “I promise you, nothing will happen. I’m on shift here for another five hours. I give you my word.”
At the house, Addy wrinkled her nose at the smell. It hit her as soon as she walked through the doors, but Kenzie seemed immune. It was easy enough to find the main source.
Nobody had emptied the garbage or recycling for at least two weeks. Addy wanted to complain, to ask Kenzie how she could live like this. But whenever she looked at her sister with that quivering lip, she stopped herself.
Side by side, they cleaned each room. For once, Kenzie didn’t hesitate or complain. She did exactly as Addy said, happy to take directions.
Just as they finished up, Addy’s phone buzzed while she put away the mop.
He’s OK, Jack texted. Come home.
Addy blinked, surprised.
Had it already been five hours? she thought.
She didn’t want to leave Kenzie, but as soon as Kenzie realized the cleaning was over she turned on the television and seemed to forget Addy existed.
“Are you going to be okay here?” she asked Kenzie.
“Yeah,” Kenzie sank into the couch and flipped on The Great British Bake Off. “I just need to zone out.”
“If you’re sure. Do you want me to stay?”
Kenzie didn’t reply.
“Okay…” Addy said. “I guess I’ll go home then. Call me if you need me?”
Kenzie nodded, transfixed by the cherries jubilee being crafted on the screen.
“I’ll check in with you before I go to bed,” Addy said. “And we’ll go to the hospital first thing in the morning. I’ll text you when I head over.”
“Okay,” Kenzie called behind her.
On the short drive to Jack’s condo, to their condo, Addy tried not to think about worst case scenarios. What if… what if… what if…
She was close to tears by the time she parked next to Jack’s Jeep and trudged inside. What had happened to Kenzie? It was like she turned into a zombie as soon as they’d finished cleaning. Was it just her way of dealing?
“How are you?” Jack asked when she walked in.
He’d just emerged from the bathroom, and his large frame filled the doorway to the hall.
She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Addy fell into his arms.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered to her. “It’s going to be okay.”
She tilted her head up to see his eyes, to gauge if he was being truthful, but the hunger she saw in them overwhelmed her.
“Take me to bed,” she said, her voice strong and steady.
“Addy, I don’t know—”
“Don’t you want me?” she asked.
The throb had started between her legs. She needed him to make her forget, to make her feel whole again.
Addy took a step back and slowly unbuttoned her white work shirt. She maintained eye contact as she unhooked her bra.
Jack let out a growl and pulled her close. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he walked backward to the bed. She felt his hardness press against her lower abdomen as his hands hitched up her black skirt.
Addy sat on the bed and pulled down his scrubs. She licked her lips and bent forward for his cock, but he pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, too eager for her to finish undressing either of them.
As Jack plunged into her, she squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. He felt so good, the way he filled her completely. It took her somewhere else entirely.
“Slow,” she whispered. “Fuck me slow. I want to feel it.”
He buried his face in her neck and kissed her gently. His lips roamed across the hickeys he’d peppered on her skin the past few days.
She delighted in every inch he gave her, at the pressure that lingered when he pressed against her clit. Each time he was at his deepest, she clutched at his back and held him closer.
The slowness of it, the intensity, brought her quickly to orgasm.
“You’re making me come,” she choked out.
“Yes, come for me. Come for me, Addy,” he encouraged into her ear.
She trembled against the waves as he came with her and filled her with the heat she so desperately needed.
23
Dr. Stratton, there’s a call for you,” Nurse Bostian said.
“For me? Who is it?”
“I don’t know, I’m a nurse, not a receptionist.”
Jack stalked toward the front desk. He couldn’t be cross with the nurse. It was highly frowned upon to
get personal calls at the hospital, but not against the rules. Who the hell would call the hospital and not my phone? “Hello?”
“Jacob, it’s me.” His mom’s Melbourne accent was crystal clear across the lines.
“Mum? Why didn’t you call my phone?”
“I did, you didn’t answer your phone,” she sniffed.
“Right, because I’m at work. You know, in the ER.”
“Surely you can get away for a few minutes. As you just did.”
“The, uh… the connection is pretty good.”
“That’s because I’ll be landing there in an hour.”
“Here? Tahoe? In an hour?”
“Jacob, that’s what I just said. You need to listen better.”
“It’s just that… well, it’s quite a surprise.”
“I asked when your shift was up, and it’s any minute now, correct?”
“Yes…”
“So shall we say dinner at six o’clock? That should give you time to freshen up. I trust that you know the decent restaurants in town by now.”
“I do, but—”
“Fantastic, I’ll give you a call when I land. Do answer your phone this time, won’t you, Jacob?”
“Yes, Mum,” he muttered.
“Sounded urgent,” the receptionist said and gave him a sideways look.
“Highly.”
Jack looked at the clock. He was off in ten minutes, assuming there were no urgent cases that came in. He started toward his locker and tried to piece together how this would go. Surprisingly, the first person he wanted to reach out to was Addy.
Or maybe that’s not so surprising anymore.
When he grabbed his phone from the charging station, he saw that there was indeed a missed call from an unknown number. He took a deep breath and called Addy’s phone.
“What’s up?” she asked. She sounded breathless. “I’m just on a run to the bank for more change.”
“What time are you off?”
“Uh, about an hour. Why?”
“My mum’s come to town.”
“What?”
“And she’s a picky bitch.”
“Jack!”
“Sorry, love, but there’s no time for tact. We’re having dinner at six.”
“We are?”
“Yeah, is that enough time for you to get ready after work?”
