by K. Webster
Her breaths became shallow, and she tensed underneath me. My own release was getting closer, and I struggled to hold on for her. When the walls of her pussy clutched my dick as she came, I exploded inside her.
Spent, I pulled out of her and rolled onto the floor beside her. Finding her hand, I threaded it with mine.
“I’m sorry this is how we had to reunite. Never in my dreams would I have figured it would have been under these circumstances. You’re so patient with me and the stress of all of this. Thank you, June. It means the world to me. You mean the world to me.”
“Bobby, I understand this is a difficult time for you. That’s why I can’t allow you to hurt any further.” She sat up and began crawling on her hands and knees to collect the pills. Still lying down, I pushed up on my elbows to watch her.
Her perfect little ass was pointed in the air as she searched for every one of the pills scattered all over the floor. I could have helped her, but I was enjoying the view. Seeing a pill just under the bed that she missed, I considered ignoring it and saving it for later, but the way she scrambled about so seriously, looking for them to protect me, I decided against it.
Pulling the one out from under the bed, I winked and handed it to her. “Missed one, babe.” She smiled beautifully at me and took it from my hand.
Leaning over, she pecked me on the lips and scurried to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and knew it was done. The shower started up after, so I followed her in there.
“Whenever you feel sad or overwhelmed by what’s going on with your dad, I want you to talk to me. It isn’t worth getting messed up, okay?” Her green eyes were sparkling with conviction as she spoke. This girl was doing her best to protect me. She was amazing.
“Come here,” I growled and yanked her to me.
Dipping my head down to hers, I gently kissed her. I felt her hands slither up and around my neck in order to hold me close to her as she deepened our kiss. My hands made their way to her curvy ass and I squeezed each cheek hard.
I pulled away from our passionate kissing and said, “Let’s continue this in the shower.”
“You got it, Lover Boy.”
“Scoot closer,” I ordered to Bobby as I tried to get a good picture of them. Mr. Acer was feeling much better today and in good spirits. We’d come up to the hospital bright and early, bringing him breakfast from the diner.
I took several pictures of them before Mr. Acer motioned for me to hand over the camera.
“June, sweetheart, I want to get one of you and my Bobby.”
Bobby hopped up off the edge of the bed and slung an arm over my shoulder. We grinned as he snapped a couple of pictures.
Bobby leaned over and nipped my ear, causing me to squeal and push him away. “You are so naughty, Bobby!”
Both men chuckled. It was nice seeing them both so happy. Bobby sat down in the chair and brought me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around my middle and resting his temple on my back.
The afternoon went by breezily as we chatted about Bobby’s climb to fame, my marriage, and Mr. Acer’s property deals he’d made over the years. Everything was so comfortable.
“Bobby, I’m going to run down to the cafeteria and grab us some sandwiches. I’ll be right back.”
When I came back a bit later with the sandwiches, I could hear music coming from the hospital room. Peeking my head in, I saw Bobby sitting on the bed, playing his guitar. The scene was so serene, Bobby strumming and his dad lying there smiling with his eyes closed. I didn’t want to break the spell so I just stayed where I was while they had their moment.
“June? Is that you?” someone called out behind me.
Pulling the door closed, I turned around to see who’d called me. Unfortunately, it was Markwayne’s brother. I’d forgotten he was dating a nurse here at the hospital.
“Hey, Jimmy. How are you?” I asked, completely uncomfortable at our meeting.
“I’m great. You know, Markwayne misses you somethin’ fierce. I can’t believe you two can’t work things out.”
This was awkward and not exactly the conversation I wanted to be having at the moment.
“Jimmy, things will never be repaired between him and me. I’m sorry but I’ve—” I started to say but was cut off.
Bobby wrapped an arm around my waist possessively as he finished for me. “Moved on.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened when he realized Bobby and I were an item. “You were cheatin’ on my brother with this white trash?” he demanded.
Bobby’s hand tightened his grip on me as he was having difficulty holding back.
“Your brother crossed several lines, and we are going through a divorce. We aren’t together anymore, so drop it.” He’d pissed me off, and I was now the one having difficulty holding back.
“Whatever, June. Have fun fuckin’ this trashy asshole.” Jimmy stormed off before either of us could respond.
Bobby spun me around to face him and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Come back to the room. I think we’ve given them enough of a show.” I tried not to glare at all of the hospital staff watching us like we were the next best thing since sliced bread.
The past month and a half, we’d fallen into a routine. Each day, June and I would get up early, pick up breakfast for Dad, and spend the day with him. Once it got late, we’d go back home and play house.
Every day, Dad deteriorated more and more. Mom had tried to call numerous times, but I’d declined them all, opting to text her instead. I’d kept the updates simple and ignored all of her apologies. June thought I needed to talk to Mom about what she’d done but I wasn’t ready.
The guys were planning a trip out next week to visit and I was ecstatic. It would be nice for them to finally meet my girl.
When we walked into the hospital room this morning, he looked more haggard than usual and my stomach flopped. June’s mom was sitting in a chair beside his bed.
“Hi there, kids! Sutton and I were just talkin’ about y’all,” she beamed over at us.
June pulled away from my hand to go hug her. While they chatted, I went around to the other side of the bed to visit with Dad.
“How are you feeling today, Dad?” I knew what he would say because he always said the same thing.
“I’m fine, son.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t fine, right?”
The saddest look briefly passed over his features before he masked it with a forced grin. “Of course, Bobby. Come give your old man a hug. I love you so much, you know.” Something in his tone of voice made me shudder. He knew something I didn’t, and I wanted to vomit.
“I love you too, Dad. Always have, always will. Now help me figure out the words to this song I’ve been working on.” Dad’s chin quivered and I nearly lost it, blinking back tears of my own.
“Sure thing,” he choked out.
June and her mom were still talking animatedly about something and hadn’t noticed our exchange.
After a while of playing my guitar and Dad making suggestions, I had most of a new song hashed out. The guys would love that I’d pretty much written our entire next album. I couldn’t wait for them to start jamming with me.
“Bobby,” Dad spoke later that afternoon, “I had Dottie call and make reservations for you and June at the steakhouse. You two have spent so much time caring for me that you deserve a date night. Dad’s treat.”
I was already shaking my head no but he stopped it.
“Listen here, boy. That woman over there is beautiful and deserves a night out. I want you two to go out and enjoy yourselves. I’m not going anywhere. Plus, Dottie said she’d stay and keep me company.”
“Fine, but we’ll be back first thing in the morning. She is pretty beautiful, huh?” I teased, winking at him.
He grinned back at me. It quickly fell to a frown as he grabbed ahold of my hand. “Bobby, I want you to listen to me. I don’t have much time on this earth. We both know my time is limited. Promise me you won’t let that g
irl go. You two are supposed to be together. Just promise me that, no matter what happens, you’ll take care of her.”
I nodded and rubbed my palm over my face. “Of course, Dad. She’s my girl. Always has been, always will be. I’m not letting her go. Now stop talking like you’re going to keel over at any moment.”
He chuckled, and I pulled him close, squeezing him tightly. I heard the click of the camera followed by a flash. That June was quite the photographer.
“I love you, son,” he whispered into my neck.
“I love you too, Dad.”
Why did this feel like goodbye?
My phone rang, so I handed the camera over to Momma so I could answer it. In a couple of minutes of conversing with my attorney, I hung up feeling free.
“Bobby? Guess who that was?”
He stood from the hospital bed and pulled me close. “Well, whoever it was just made you very happy.” He grinned down at me and pecked me on the lips.
“It was my attorney. I’m officially divorced!” I squealed when he picked me up and spun me around.
“Well, there you go. Now you two have something to celebrate,” Mr. Acer chimed up behind us.
I smiled over at him. Pulling from Bobby, I went over and gave him a big hug.
Whispering quickly into my ear, he said, “That’s great news, June. Take care of my son. I love you very much. You were always a daughter to me.”
Tears welled up and rolled over my cheeks. It meant the world to hear that he thought of me as a daughter. His voice held finality to it, and I cringed at what that might mean.
“All right, you three. Huddle together,” Momma instructed and snapped a picture of the three of us.
“That steak was amazing. We’ve been having so much fast food, cafeteria food, or diner food in the last couple of months that I forgot what real food tasted like,” I teased Bobby.
He laughed as we stood and paid our bill. “What do you want to do now, beautiful girl?”
“Well, I could think of something fun,” I winked.
His eyes burned with heat at my words. Grabbing my hand, he led me out of the restaurant and drove us back to the house. We were barely in the house when we started ripping the clothes off of one another. When we were both completely naked, he heaved me over his shoulder and hauled me to the bedroom. Tossing me onto the bed, I giggled as he stared down at me.
“You are so fucking beautiful, June, and I’m ready for dessert.” His eyes burned a trail to my pussy, which throbbed under his gaze. Kneeling down on the floor in front of me, he gently spread my legs and hungrily admired what was between them. Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he slowly placed each leg over his shoulders.
Dipping down, his tongue licked between my folds and I yelped in pleasure.
“Oh, Bobby, that’s it,” I moaned.
He began a frantic pattern of sucking, tasting, and nibbling me in ways that were driving me crazy. When he slipped two fingers inside me, I gasped when he grazed my g-spot. A few more taps of my magical internal button and I was coming hard around his fingers.
He pulled away and chuckled. “Babe, you are the hottest fucking woman on the planet, and I could do that over and over for hours.”
“Don’t promise what you can’t deliver,” I taunted, very much wondering if he could go all night trapped between my legs.
“And you better not tempt me,” he growled and nipped at my inner thigh.
I nearly bucked off the bed.
“Hmmm. It would appear that you liked my little love bite,” he observed as he slowly licked that same area. Just as quickly as he’d done before, he bit down on my thigh, this time harder, making me moan loudly.
Taking my sounds as permission, he bit and sucked repeatedly all over the inside of my thighs until I was begging him.
“Bobby, I need you right now. Please, baby,” I whined as he bit me again, this time keeping my flesh between his teeth as he looked over at me.
Slowly releasing me, he crawled up over me and slid an arm under me to pull me farther up the bed. My inner thighs were tingling from his bites, which only managed to intensify my need to have him in me.
When he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I nearly came. My entire body was tender and sore, not wanting to wait for him any longer. He lined up his tip with my very wet entrance and gently pushed himself inside. It was such a stark contrast from the biting he had been doing moments earlier.
He pressed his forehead to mine, pinning me with his intense glare as he began driving himself into me. When I could feel another orgasm on the horizon and started to close my eyes, he stroked my cheek.
“Baby, keep them open for me. I need you to see how much I…” He paused. “Fuck it. I need you to see how much I love you. Because I do. I love you very much, June.”
His words pushed me over the edge and I shuddered wildly as my climax glittered through me. When I felt his heat pouring into me, I confessed, “I love you too, Bobby. Always have, always will.”
We’d just crawled into bed after our shower when June’s phone rang. She hopped out of bed and answered it.
“Hi, Momma,” she chirped and smiled over at me as she sank back into the bed. Since she was still naked, I sucked on her nipple and she bit back a moan. Suddenly, she jerked herself off the bed and started throwing her clothes on as she spoke to her mom.
Flying from the bed, I pulled on some jeans and a shirt. I was stuffing my feet into my shoes when she hung up.
“What is it?” I asked, already knowing.
Her eyes filled with tears as she ran to me, throwing her arms around me. “Bobby, I am so sorry,” she wailed as she squeezed me.
My mind started to race as tears spilled out. Pushing her a little too roughly off me, I stalked down the hall and scooped up my keys along the way. I heard her flip-flops slapping as she ran after me.
“Bobby! Please, let me drive you,” she cried, reaching for me.
I shrugged her off and flung the front door open. Her sobs grew louder as she chased after me. When we got to her truck, I spun around and grasped her upper arms.
“Just stop. I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going to fucking drive and I don’t want you fucking nagging me about it. Now you can get in the truck or stay your ass here. I don’t have time for this shit,” I snapped and released her arms.
She looked like I’d slapped her, which technically I had with my words. Stomping away from her, I slid into the truck. Shakily, she hurried and got inside with me. We were out of the driveway and hauling ass down the road minutes later. I could feel her eyes boring into me, but I refused to look at her.
Once we arrived at the hospital and parked, I practically ran to Dad’s room, not caring if June was keeping up or not. When I made it to his room, Dottie was waiting outside the door.
Reaching for me, she was crying. “Bobby, I’m so sorry!”
I pushed past her into the room, ignoring her cliché sentiments, and made my way to his bed. Pulling his cold hand into my warm one, I lost it.
“Dad, you knew! You sent me away tonight because you knew. Why?” I cried, kissing the top of his hand. His face was gray, and he didn’t even look like himself. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me, and I flew into the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before emptying my stomach.
“Baby, are you okay?” June whispered tearfully behind me, tentatively stroking my back.
“Dammit, June. Back the fuck off!” I was pissed at my Dad for dying. Pissed at her for being with me when we could have been here with him instead.
She backed away from me, nearly stumbling over her feet as she made a hasty retreat from the bathroom.
After I’d composed myself and rinsed out my mouth, I emerged from the bathroom to find June and Dottie huddled together, softly crying. I crawled into bed beside his cold body and put my arm around him.
“Daddy, I’m so sorry. I love you.” I cried hysterically as I clutched him. My heart ached so fucking badly. Locati
ng my phone in my pocket, I called my mom.
“Momma,” I wailed when she answered.
“Oh God, Bobby, no,” she whispered into the phone. “I’ll catch the next flight. Honey, hang in there. I’ll be there soon.”
Hanging up, I dialed Chaz.
“Hey, asshole,” he joked when he answered.
I couldn’t say anything as my lip trembled fiercely.
“Ah, shit, man. I’m so fucking sorry,” he declared, his tone way more serious.
I sniffed loudly, trying to choke down my sob so that I could talk to him but failed miserably. A small hand took the phone from my hand, and I buried my face into my dad, losing it again.
June was whispering to Chaz on the phone, probably updating him on the situation. When she hung up, I heard her mom tell her that she’d see her in the morning. After a few minutes, I felt June rub me softly along my back.
“Babe, I think we need to get you home to rest. You’ve had a long day,” she whispered as her voice shook.
Long day. No, worst fucking day. My blood boiled, and I shot out of the bed, glaring down at her.
“Long fucking day? Really, June? My dad just fucking died and you want me to go rest like a goddamned sissy! Fuck that and fuck you,” I spat.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she reached for me. “Bobby, you’re just upset and saying things you don’t mean.”
Grabbing her wrist tightly, I brought my nose close to hers. “I fucking mean them all. Fuck you.”
She pressed her lips to mine, and for a moment, I wanted to forget everything. It would have been so easy to just mold myself to her and lose myself in the moment. I actually wanted nothing more than to do just that, but reality crashed over me like a ton of bricks.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” I told her coolly, still gripping her wrist.
“Please, Bobby, don’t do this. I love you and you need support right now. You can’t just push me out right now.”
“I can and I will. Now, GO THE FUCK AWAY!” I screamed right in her face, dropping her wrist.
