Chicago Heat

by Jordyn Tracey

  She didn’t know how long she sat there with her face against his hand. She must have fallen asleep because she didn’t hear the nurse come in who tapped her on the shoulder. When she kissed his hand one last time, she turned to leave and found several men looking solemn in the waiting room, some in police uniform.

  “How’s he doing, Fawn,” one of the men asked.

  Her eyes widened. “You know me?”

  He smiled. “Yes, we all do. John’s never been into a woman like he was with you.” The man shrugged. “We noticed.” The others echoed this statement, and she shared with them what she knew of John. His condition hadn’t changed. Now, all they could do was wait until he woke up.

  Time seemed to pass at a snail’s rate over the next few days. Kevin had wanted to stay with Fawn, and while she would have loved him to stay with her, she didn’t want to do anything that John wouldn’t like. Instead, she visited Kevin at Mrs. Cecil’s house, and together they visited John every day.

  At last, the phone call she’d longed for came. John was awake. Fawn showered in record time and dressed. Then she headed over to Mrs. Cecil’s house to pick up Kevin. Mrs. Cecil stayed behind to allow them time with John, and Fawn appreciated that. When she arrived at the hospital, she was glad that John’s coworkers hadn’t arrived either. She and Kevin hurried to the nurse’s station in hope that they would allow the two of them in to see John without Mrs. Cecil, a retired nurse from the hospital as their way in.

  “Ms. Hill, welcome back,” the nurse on duty said. “He’s been asking for you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Me?”

  The nurse nodded, but Fawn thought she was just being nice. More than likely, John had been asking for Kevin. She took Kevin’s hand and they went into John’s room. Just as had been reported, John was awake and looking with eagerness toward the door. Her heart warmed at the excitement she saw stirring there. Not once during the whole time she’d been visiting him did Fawn stop speaking to John. She’d read in a magazine once that people who were in a coma had responded to their loved ones’ voices. Fawn had hoped John’s response to hers wouldn’t be a negative one. She would have backed off if that had been the case, although it would have destroyed her.

  “Hello,” she said shyly.

  “Hello.”

  She was scared to move from the doorway, but Kevin hurried forward and hugged his uncle. “I love you, Uncle John.”

  John smiled. “I love you too, bud. I know you’ve been worrying about me, but don’t worry. I’m too stubborn to check out.”

  Kevin nodded.

  Fawn played with her car keys still held in her hands. “I should give you two time alone.”

  “Fawn,” John called when she turned away. She stopped to look back. “Come here, please.”

  On shaky legs, she moved across the room to his bed. He shifted his hand on the bed toward her, and she took it in hers like it was her lifeline. She stared down at the bed too scared to meet his eyes. Tears spilled over her lids and splashed onto her cheeks.

  “I had a dream that you told me you love me,” he whispered.

  “I…”

  “Is it true, Fawn?” he asked, sounding almost as desperate as she felt. “A nurse told me you were here to see me every day. Why did you come, Fawn? I know your boyfriend wouldn’t like you being so attentive to another man.”

  She blinked at him. “Boyfriend? What boyfriend?”

  He glanced at Kevin. “Wait in the hall until Fawn comes back to get you, okay, buddy? I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

  Kevin hugged him one more time and then went into the hall. He shut the door behind him. John looked back at her. Her stomach began to hurt at his intense stare, even though she’d done nothing wrong. There had been no one but him since they began dating. At the rate she was going, there would never been anyone but him ever again. She couldn’t bear the thought of seeing another man.

  “Just before that incident with Kevin, I came by your place to try to work things out, but unfortunately, another man beat me there. I heard you call him Mackie. That was the name of your ex-boyfriend, wasn’t it? It was late when I came, and I couldn’t imagine it was a social call.”

  She froze. He had been there? He’d seen Mackie come in her place and must have spotted how she’d been dressed too. Nothing she said would turn things now. Nothing at all. She began to cry harder and tried to pull away from him. He held on and winced in pain at her tug.

  “Stop, John. You’ll hurt yourself,” she begged.

  “Don’t try to pull away from me, Fawn. Tell me the truth. Tell me everything. It’s the only way to resolve all our issues.”

  She looked away. “Can they ever be resolved? You think I’m not good enough to be Kevin’s mother. I agree with you. That I love him doesn’t matter.”

  His hand moved from her lap to her cheek. “Talk to me, Fawn.”

  She took tissue from the box on his side table and wiped her nose. “I got it into my head that if I went back to Mackie, all the hurt I was feeling over you would go away—or at least ease. He had left several messages over the time I was dating you, but I always deleted them without calling him back. Guess the new girl dumped him. Anyway, that night I called him up, and he was still interested. I admit I invited him over for sex. I was going to numb the pain with him. I told him I loved you, but it hadn’t worked. I told him I wasn’t over you. He didn’t care.”

  John’s hand fell to the bed, and he turned his head. Fawn was shocked to see tears in the hardened detective’s eyes, but he blinked them away and tightened his jaw. He stared at the ceiling saying nothing.

  “I let him touch me, but—”

  “I don’t need to hear anymore,” he interrupted.

  “But it was so gross, I asked him to stop.”

  John looked at her with hope in his eyes.

  “I couldn’t go through with it. I am apparently doomed to suffer over losing you, knowing it was my own dumbness. And I’m glad that Mackie is a lot of bad things, but he’s not a rapist. He took my no for no and left.” She laughed. “Well not without cussing me out and calling me a tease.”

  John chuckled. “Yeah, you are a tease.” His gaze dropped to her cleavage. She covered it.

  “I would have worn something more respectable, but I grabbed the first thing. I need to tone down the way I dress and act.”

  “Don’t change a thing, Fawn.” He took her hand, and they threaded their fingers together. “I love you just the way you are, and Kevin does too. I was the one wrong. I shouldn’t have said the things I did or even considered them. You’re a good woman. You’ve brought light into my life and into Kevin’s life. We were lost without you. I want to spend my life making up for how I behaved. If you’ll only give me a chance, I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy.”

  She stared at him. “What are you saying?”

  He grinned. “I’m saying marry me. Make me the happiest man on Earth.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Are you sure about that, John? You don’t believe in marriage.”

  “I believe in us.”

  “Then yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” Fawn ran out to grab Kevin and told him the news. He whooped and then quieted remembering where he was. They gathered together around John’s bed clinging to one another, and Fawn vowed she’d never let either of them go again.

  Chapter Ten

  “Oh no you don’t, Detective Harris,” Fawn warned John. “The doctor said you’re still to take it easy. You just lay back.”

  John grumbled. “He cleared me for sex, Fawn, and I will have my fiancée. How can you expect me to resist when you come out of the bathroom in that paper thin thing. Damn it, look at your nipples begging me to touch and taste.”

  She grinned and wiggled them for his enjoyment. His cock grew out in an instant. She reached down and brushed it with her fingertips. He seized her hand and pressed it harder to him. “You’ll have all of me, baby,” she promised, “but I’m in charge here. You don’t get to
be on top. Now, Big Daddy, let Mama please you.”

  Excitement brimming in his eyes, he laid back on the pillows. She straddled his hips. The babydoll nightie she’d bought from Victoria Secret was sheer, and she’d known when she slipped into it after her shower that John would be drooling. She’d worn no bra, and her nipples were pebbled in clear view for him to see.

  She raised the nightie up to reveal her matching white thong and tugged at one strap. “Do you like my thong too?”

  He panted. “Hell yes.”

  She giggled. His cock shifted under her. She leaned back and explored inside his pajama bottoms to find the treasure she loved. “Yummy, look what I found.” She tugged it free of the confining material and ran her hand from base to tip. John groaned, his head dipping back. “You’ve worked hard, detective. I think you deserve a reward.”

  She scooted down his body and lowered her head toward his cock. John seemed ready to explode. He watched with an intent expression as she stuck out her tongue to sample the precome rising from his tip. John let out a curse. She raised her head. “You’ve reverted to old ways, John. Maybe you don’t deserve a treat.”

  “Fawn, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to injure myself and take you by force.”

  She laughed. “You’d never do that.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Try me.”

  Sticking his shaft into her mouth, she cupped his balls and lowered her mouth as far as she could. She sucked hard and rose up again. John fisted her hair. Loving his flavor, she engulfed much of his length, twirled her tongue over the head, and coaxed him to give her his flow. John’s balls contracted. She knew he’d burst soon, so she pumped his erection faster.

  “Ah, baby, you’re going to make me come. How I love you,” he roared. She lifted her gaze from his cock and watched him enjoy what she was doing to him. She drew back a little until only his head extended between her lips. A squeeze and a forceful milking brought him to a head. His come shot into her mouth, and to her lover’s delight, she drank down every drop.

  When she sat up from him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, John put a hand out to her. She climbed higher on the bed and nestled carefully over him but not putting too much pressure on his wound. He’d come a long way, but she wasn’t taking any chances. He meant everything to her.

  “You are the most amazing woman on the planet,” he told her. “And to think I was stupid enough to almost give you up.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Well you know men aren’t the brightest spots in the universe.”

  He squeezed her ass. “Naughty. You’re going to get it when I’m one hundred percent.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  To her surprise and pleasure, he pushed aside her thong, and his shaft, already hard again, glided up her slick channel. Fawn moaned. For a man weak with an injury, John was strong enough to raise her hips and place her in the center of his body. He tugged her legs open and drove himself deeper.

  “You were saying?”

  She could do nothing but moan and grind into his hips. Slow and easy, they made love, Fawn closing fast on her climax. Moans escaped her and with her eyes fluttered closed, she let John control their rhythm. Even on his back, the man was a force, and all she wanted was to have him hold her, to have him deep inside her forever like he was.

  When she came, she tried to keep still, but John squeezed her ass and drove harder into her. She cried out his name, and her core muscles clenched around his cock until she couldn’t help herself. She rode him, bouncing along his thick rod and bracing herself on one hand. John pulled her tighter to him, and then she felt his release. He groaned, keeping their hips gyrating together for along time.

  Afterward when they came down to Earth, John rolled her to her back, and she snuggled up to him. “You okay?”

  “Are you kidding? I’m perfect. A little soreness isn’t going to stop me from enjoying that.”

  She sat up. “Oh no, I got out of control. Let me get your medicine.”

  He caught her before she could get off the bed and hauled her back to him. “Stay right here with me, Fawn. Always.”

  “I will.”

  They laced their fingers together, and Fawn began to drift off. As she slipped into dream land, she wondered when would be a good time to tell him she’d missed her period and the early test she’d taken had come out positive. At last, she had what she’d thought she could never have. She had a family of her own.

  The End

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