by Kelli Walker
“I want you to cum,” I whispered against him.
He pulled back, his eyes dancing between mine. And instead of answering me with that low, rumbling, husky voice of his, he answered me by filling my body with his cock.
Yet again.
I curled my hands into his chest as his hands guided my movements. I swiveled my hips as I rode him in that lounge chair, feeling every part of his cock rippling against me. Not once did I look away from his eyes. Not once did our gazes disconnect. His jaw clenched and he groaned out for more. His arms pulled me into him desperately as my body collapsed back into his. Rocco’s lips caught mine. I slid my hands back into his hair as he thrusted up, fucking my body with his cock. My heart slammed against my chest. My hands raked down the back of his neck before latching onto the muscles of his shoulders. I pressed myself up just enough to grind down into him. Just enough to meet him, thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Charity. Yes. Just like that. Oh, that pussy. So tight for me. So wet.”
“Cum for me, Rocco. Fill me with you. Mark me as yours. Do it. Please.”
“You’re mine, Charity. You were the second I laid eyes on you. And you’ll always be mine.”
His growls sent shivers down my spine. My head fell back as my pussy fluttered around him yet again and I finally felt him release. He grunted. Groaned. His back fell to the lounge chair as his hands kept me planted tightly on top of his lap. I gazed up at the blue sky. At the seagulls flying overhead. The sun graced my eyes, and with every amazing second that past, my vision cleared a little more. His cock pumped me full of his mark. Jetstream after jetstream of cum painted my walls as my pussy poured over him. I gasped for air like I had been without it for years. I felt Rocco’s hand work its way into my hair as he guided my body back to his.
And when I collapsed into him one last time, I felt how perfectly our bodies connected.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. Rocco’s trembling arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him as his cock stayed sheathed within my body. The ocean breeze filtered over our skin, drying our bodies of the sweat we had created between the two of us. I closed my eyes as my cheek nuzzled against his shoulder. I felt his muscles twitching. Jumping. Moving as my pussy continued to flutter with its aftershocks around his dick. I puckered my lips and kissed his racing pulse point, grinning at how fast his heart was moving.
But, I missed his eyes.
It took every last ounce of energy I had, but I managed to push myself up. My hands settled against his chest. Against his tattoos, as I pressed myself up from his shoulder. I gazed into his eyes. I watched the clouds roll by in his steely gray stare. I saw everything. His heart. His soul. The goodness of his intentions and the care he had for me.
I never wanted to stop gazing into his eyes.
“I love you, Rocco.”
I slipped off my lips effortlessly and easy. And that was how I knew it was real. Everything with Rocco was effortless. Everything with him was easy and natural. As things always should be. I saw a glimmer of shock roll over his features, but I knew I’d never be able to regret it. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, I’d never be able to regret falling in love with this man.
No matter the fact that I’d only known him for three weeks.
Suddenly, his shock gave way to happiness. A grin trickled over his cheeks that tugged his lips all the way into a smile. It sparkled his eyes as my lips mocked his movements. It was infectious, his happiness. His positivity. His aura. I giggled as his eyes danced between mine, and I watched his hand come up to cup my cheek. I felt his thumb stroke across my skin.
I watched him gaze into my eyes.
“I love you too, Charity.”
I threw my arms around him as my heart soared with delight. I felt him cloak my back again before he inched his cock out from between my legs. A movement that shook my body again. He stood from the lounge chair as the seagulls cheered for our admittance. They squawked off in the distance as the waves kicked up, crashing along the shore as if to applaud our efforts. I wrapped myself around him. I curled into him as he carried me back into the house. He closed the door behind him and walked up the stairs. Carried me down the hallway. Ushered me into his room.
He didn’t stop moving until my back was against the mattress of his bed and his naked body hovered over mine.
“I love you, Charity,” he said again.
I reached up and cupped his own cheek, sliding my own thumb over his skin.
“I love you too, Rocco. So much,” I said.
“I’ll mark every place in my home with you,” he said.
His lips fell to my neck as a sigh left my lips.
“There won’t be a room that isn’t untouched by us,” he murmured.
His lips traced down to my breasts as my legs parted to accommodate his body.
“There won’t be an inch of carpet that isn’t coated with your scent,” he whispered.
He wrapped his lips around my pert nipple, forcing my back off the bed as I groaned.
“Because my home is where you belong, Charity. And I will never let you doubt that,” he said.
And then, he kissed down my stomach before slipping my legs over his shoulders.
Epilogue
Epilogue - Rocco - Ten Months Later
I stood there with a bag in my hands as I watched Charity at the nursing desk. Her and Reese were ogling over Reese’s new hair. Apparently, Reese had never been a redhead before. I grinned at the two of them as the smell of Japanese hibachi wafted from the to-go containers of food. I wanted to surprise Charity at the hospital with lunch since the two of us had gotten so busy with our on-call rotations that we barely saw one another except for when we crawled into bed together.
And when Charity turned around and caught my eye, I watched her smile brightly at me.
It had been ten months since that day. The day we unwrapped her eyes and figured out she could see. It had been ten months since we had proclaimed what most considered a very premature love for one another. But, the one thing that always marveled me over those past ten months was how she could still smile at me like that. Charity could still look at me and smile with the same fervor and excitement and happiness she had in her eyes the day she saw me for the first time.
My god, I loved that woman.
“Rocco!” Charity exclaimed.
“Hey there, big guy,” Reese said, waving.
I waved at her before Charity bounded into my arms. I wrapped her up tightly and swung her around, trying to be careful of the food I had in the plastic bag. I settled her back down onto her feet as she smiled up at me, her beautiful brown eyes twinkling with delight.
“Why don’t you bring me lunch next time!?” Reese exclaimed.
“Put in your order with Charity the next time I call and we can make that happen,” I said, chuckling.
“What in the world are you doing here?” Charity asked.
I turned my attention back to her as the rest of the hospital faded away. The world always did that whenever I gazed down into her face.
“Figured I’d surprise you with lunch,” I said as I held up the bag.
“Again?” Charity asked.
I quirked an eyebrow. “You say that as if you’re getting tired of it.”
“You know I never could.”
Charity reached up and cupped the back of my neck. Like I always did with her. She pulled our lips together as I dropped the food to the floor, my hands instantly falling to her hips. Our schedules had been so grueling this past week and I had been out in the field so much that I’d hardly gotten to see her. Experience her. Kiss her or cherish her the way she deserved.
I slipped my tongue between her lips, feeling her whimper against me.
“Get a hospital bed, you two,” Dr. Goldstein said.
Charity’s eyes flew open quickly before she stepped away from my body.
“What did you say?” she asked.
I looked over at Graham, watching as he rolled his eyes.
“What? Did you really think we wouldn’t know that the two of you made out in your hospital bed at one point? Your heart monitor soared through the roof. The nurse thought you were crashing,” Graham said.
Charity’s mouth fell open as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. I curled my lips over my teeth as I bent down and picked up our food. Oh, I loved it when someone could embarrass her. One of the thing I’d come to understand about her was the fact that Charity was a hard person to embarrass. She was bold. Open. Even crass and emotionally removed, at times. It was hard to embarrass someone like that.
Which meant whenever someone accomplished it, the moment was to be committed to memory for further teasing later on.
“Do you have time to share some lunch?” I asked.
Charity’s eyes slowly panned back up to mine.
“You good?” I asked, chuckling.
“Yes. Lunch. Preferably without all the embarrassment,” she said.
“In his defense, you aren’t easy to embarrass.”
“Doesn’t mean people should keep trying!”
I chuckled as she slipped her hand into mine. She guided me down the hallway, passed the waiting room for family members and into the lounge for hospital personnel that sat on her hospital floor. I slipped a few dollar bills out of my wallet so she could snag us some drinks from the machine, then I divvied out our foods and sauces. I laid out the napkins and the forks. I opened her tray and poured the white sauce onto her rice before pouring the ginger sauce onto her meat.
And the entire time, my mind wandered back to the past ten months.
Charity’s sight came back little by little. It wasn’t instantaneous. But, after five months of testing and evaluations and a clearance from both the medical board and the hospital board, Charity resumed her place as the head of General Surgery. She was back to her old routine of taking patients and performing surgeries like she had been before all of the other stuff happened. But, just because her old job had returned didn’t mean her old ways had.
Because three months into her recuperation, I convinced her to move in with me.
It started out as me wanting her there so I could keep an eye on her. Though she had her sight back, I didn’t want to send her back into the dark space of her brownstone. And the first time we went to go pick up more clothes from her place, it threw her into a panic attack. We ended up buying her clothes instead of picking them up from her home. And that was the only time Charity ever went back. If she needed something, I went out to get it. Toiletries. Food from her freezer. More clothes. A jacket. She handed her keys over willingly to me and I made the trips.
Three months into her recuperative stay at my place and I suggested that she might as well move it.
And it shocked me when she agreed.
“So, the hospital approved the donation,” Charity said.
Her voice ripped me from my trance as she settled the four sodas down onto the table.
“They did?” I asked.
“Mhm. I got word of it when I came in this morning. The board voted on it, and the brownstone is officially going to be hospital property by the end of the month.”
“That’s great, Charity. I’m glad they liked your idea.”
“I mean, it only makes sense. I didn’t want to go back there. My memories wouldn’t let me go back there. Then, I moved in with you and the place was unoccupied. Fully furnished. A great deal of space for a brownstone. I think it’ll make a very good medical halfway house for those recuperating from trauma surgery,” she said.
“That’ll make a nice tax write-off for you, as well,” I said.
“I figured we could take that money I’d get back and build the addition to the house you want so badly,” she said.
“Or, you could take that money and spend it on you,” I said as I sat down.
“Or, you could let me do whatever the hell I want because I’m a grown woman and it’s my money,” she said as she cracked open a soda.
I shook my head, chuckling as I began mixing my food up. She really was a fiesty woman. And it was another trait I adored about her. The two of us took a few bites in silence, trying to tame the hunger I knew was welling up in the both of us.
Then, I wiped at my mouth and cleared my throat.
“You ready for this week to be over?” I asked.
Charity groaned. “You have no idea. It’s kicked my ass. I’d quickly forgotten how much it sucks to be the surgeon on-call. Thankfully, we have enough surgeons versed in general care to where this only happens once every couple of months. What about you? I know you’ve been out in the field more than you like. Everything okay?”
“Just this new fucking assignment.”
“Oh, it’s got you cussing. That isn’t good,” she said.
“It’s just tedious. You know I can’t talk too much about it--.”
“Just like I can’t talk about my patients.”
“But, I can tell you that it involves a prominent political couple with a very bratty eleven-year old, a spoiled twenty-two year old, and way too much traveling,” I said.
“Oh, that means Matthew really isn’t your friend right now,” she said.
“He fucking hates traveling. But, he’s got the best skill set for the job. I let him assemble his own team for this one, but that didn’t ease his anger one bit.”
“Matthew with an eleven and a twenty-two year old. Sounds like he might be a little murdery when he gets done with this case.”
“Which is why I’m trying to get it wrapped up before my own best friend it tossed into jail,” I said, chuckling.
I watched Charity take more bites of her food and I took it all in. The way she chewed. The way her throat bobbed when she swallowed. The way she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear when they fell from her bun. Every movement she made was graceful. Every motion of her body was perfection.
It made the weekend seem so fucking far away.
“Okay. Lay it on me,” she said.
My eyes dropped to my food and I took another large bite.
“What was that?” I asked with my mouth full.
“I know what it looks like when you’ve got something on your mind. What is it?”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.”
“Uh huh. That’s nice, but I also know it’s not quite the truth.”
“Well, maybe you’ll just have to wait until this weekend to get the truth,” I said.
Charity furrowed her brow. “Is that why you wanted me to take the weekend off? Do you have something planned?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe I just wanted you to take time off so I can trap you in bed for three whole days.”
Charity narrowed her eyes at me before drawing in a deep breath through her nose.
“Nope. You’ve got something planned for this weekend,” she said.
“How could you possibly know that?” I asked.
“I’ve been around you constantly for the past ten months. I know your tells.”
“My tells? Now you sound like me.”
Charity grinned. “Good. What do you have planned for the weekend?”
“A surprise.”
“What kind of surprise.”
“One that will remain a surprise,” I said.
“Oh, come on. We both know you’re shit at surprises.”
“Well, hey there. Thanks for calling me out on trying to do something nice,” I said.
“You know you wanna tell me,” she said, grinning.
“I really don’t.”
“Please?” she asked.
“Don’t do that.”
“Please, Rocco?”
She fluttered her eyes at me and I playfully shielded my gaze.
“Not the puppy dog eyes. Anything but the puppy dog eyes!” I exclaimed.
“Pretty please with cherry and whipped cream on top?” she asked.
“On top of you?” I asked.
“That what you wa
nt? Because I’ll give it to you if you tell me the surprise.”
I sighed. “You really are no fun, you know.”
“Hey, you’re the one that brought it up, Mr. Loose Lips.”
“But you like my loose lips.”
I watched her blush as I leaned back into my chair. I sighed, knowing damn good and well I was shit at keeping secrets. I took another bite of my food before I chugged back a soda. Then, I crumpled the can and tossed it into the trash can behind her.
“Did you make it?” she asked.
And then, the clinking of the can at the bottom of the waste basket answered her question.
“Score,” I whispered.
“So, what’s the surprise? Because I could really use something to look forward to,” she said.l
“Well, since you did promise me cherries and whipped cream--.”
“I did no such thing!”
I held up my finger and she relented.
“Fine. Yes. Cherries and whipped cream. What's the surprise, Rocco? Tell me.”
“I booked us a cabin in upstate New York for the weekend,” I said.
Charity gawked. “You did not.”
“I really did. It’s lakeside with a dock. A screened in porch with a cushioned porch swing. Three days of nothing but nature, quiet, and us curled up watching lightning bugs light up the back yard.”
“Oh, Rocco. That sounds incredible. When do we leave?”
“Early Friday morning. You can sleep on the drive up. We won’t come back until Monday afternoon.”
“Oh my gosh, it sounds like heaven,” she groaned.
“I think you’re going to like it a great deal.”
And the second Charity leveled her eyes with me, I knew I’d said too much again.
Then again, I did have that box pressing against my thigh. Egging me on every fucking time I turned around.
Charity narrowed her eyes. “There’s more to this then you’re letting on, isn’t there?”
“You really aren’t going to let us get to the weekend, are you?” I asked.
“There’s two things I know about you, Rocco Taylor. One, you love me without a shadow of a doubt. And two? You’re terrible at surprises.”
