Kim enters the room along with Dr. Dave. “Take these for me, Cara, I need to go get some items for you.” Kim then leaves the room. That was cryptic.
“Now for the bigger topic on hand, Miss Cara.” Me, what did I do? Peter was looking at me. “Thank you, Dave. Cara you’re still seeing Dr. Crabtree right?”
“Yes, she’s my primary care doctor.” I let out a sigh.
“Good. I will have these faxed over to her after I give her a call. I heard you have a friend who has a PTSD counseling certificate. I actually spoke with her today and she will be checking in on you daily.” Okay, what’s going on? I looked from Jordan to Peter. “Jordan if anything changes. Anything at all you bring her right back here do you understand. The blood work taken earlier today had a low count on the drugs in her system. That means Miss Cara against Dr. Dave, I personally am allowing you to go home with Jordan.”
“Really!” I want to scream, I’m so excited.
“I have discharge papers for both of you.” He hands the papers over to Jordan. I have to take in a few deep breaths because I’m shaking with excitement. “If you need anything you have my number Jordan.” Peter leave us after mentioning we are good to go after Kim comes back.
“Well pretty girl, you get to go home with me,” Jordan announces. I turn to stare at him.
“I’m so happy to leave. Can we go?” I start to collect my things and realize I’m wearing a nightgown with no bra. “Maybe I should have some better clothes on first.” Tyler laughs as he looks me over.
“Hey, we should grab something to eat on the way to your place. I’m starved.” I frown and cross my arms over my chest.
“I can’t go out in this.” I’m now pointing up and down to my outfit. Tyler laughs and Jordan follows, however, he is trying not to laugh as he holds his side.
“Tyler, stop checking out my girl,” Jordan says breathlessly.
“I would never.” Tyler gives me a wink. “I was saying we could grab something on the way is all.” Our attention is turned to Kim who walks in with Sharon behind her.
“Sweetheart, I’m sad my best patients are leaving me.” Sharon gives me a hug.
“Here are some bandages and ointment for both of you. These are prescriptions you both need to fill out as soon as possible.” She hands me the items and papers. Then holds out a little paper bag. “These are labeled with both your names, there’s only enough for a few days, but other than that you two are allowed to go home.” Kim hugs me and then leaves with Sharon.
I quickly collect my things and pack them in the bag that Bridgette brought me. Jordan collects all his things into his bag and we’re done. Tyler takes my bag from me. “I can carry it.”
“Not happening beautifully. Dude, you want me to take your bag.” The look on Jordan’s face says everything. His right eyebrow is raised and he’s looking at Tyler like he just lost his mind. “I’m just going to take that as a no.”
“Come on pretty girl, let’s get out of here.” Kim enters the room one last time with a wheelchair.
“Cara, I can’t let you walk out of here. Jordan luckily has shoes on. I saw him tying them. You do not.” How did I forget I had no shoes on? Oh, yeah. I really don’t like them and love being barefoot. Plus, no one brought me shoes. I give in and sit in the chair. “I can wheel you or let one of the guys.” I look from Jordan to Tyler. I don’t think it would be best if Jordan pushes me.
“I have to get my truck dude,” Tyler announces with a laugh. Jordan places his bag on my lap and then we head out. Tyler looks silly carrying my bag and pink blanket.
When we step outside a wave of relief hits me. The warm evening September air is nice, too nice. Tyler tells us to wait and goes to get his truck. I hate when his truck pulls up. The darn thing’s too tall for me.
JORDAN
I’m extremely thankful they allowed Cara to leave with me. I owe Peter for handling the other situation the way he did. I’m going to need to talk with Mason about his conversation with Peter. That may have played one hell of a roll in Cara leaving as well as our medical expenses.
The damn medical staff better get into a mass amount of trouble for what happened. If not, I’ll make sure charges are filed.
Tyler pulls up his truck and I can see Cara glaring at it. “You okay Cara Mia.” Tyler hopes out and comes around to us.
“I hate that your truck is so freaking tall.” I take a second to look at the truck. He did raise the Dodge. Now that I’m thinking, I have no idea how Cara’s going to get in. I’m used to his truck and tall, but with her height she’s going to need help and as much as I want to, I can’t.
“I know beautiful. Jordan, can you help her in or are you okay with me touching your woman.” Jackass! I hope he’s not trying to piss me off.
“That I can’t do. Help her in, but I’m watching you.” He laughs and I do too. I trust him with my life and Cara’s. He’s no threat to me and Cara. I toss my bag up front and climb in very carefully. Tyler helps Cara into the back. Once we are all in we leave. Thank fuck.
“So… what do you want to eat?” I wasn’t even thinking about food, just being home and in my own damn bed with Cara.
“Breakfast burritos.” I let out a loud sigh. How did I know Cara would ask for that? I have learned these last few months that breakfast burritos are her go to food.
“I’m game, you game Jordan.”
“Yeah, I’m game.” I can’t argue. I don’t want to argue about it. Food is food and I really don’t care. She knows what she wants, and as long as Cara is good with it then so am I. We grab food and Cara waits in the car when I go inside with Tyler.
Just being outside the hospital is a good thing. I’m fucking grateful Cara waited in the truck. There was no way I wanted her inside in her nightgown, plus we won’t be gone long.
“Hey, I’ll pay you back when we get to the house. Seems my wallet’s at home from what I’ve been told.” I fucking hate that Amber left my wallet at the house, or better yet took it to the house.
“Dude, really. I fucking owe you so there’s no point to you pay me back. This is what we do. Plus, I get to say I helped out.” I shake my head side to side. Yeah, he wants fucking brownie points with Cara to get to her sister.
“Let’s get this shit and go. I want to be in my own home and bed tonight.” We order and Tyler pays. Cara seems excited when we get back into the truck.
“Smells good. Can we know go home?” She squeals.
When we arrive at the house Cara takes a moment and looks around the front of the house. I’m not sure what she’s looking for and she doesn’t offer anything so I don’t ask. We all go inside and eat.
Tyler doesn’t hang around long. Once he finishes eating he leaves. Then it’s just me and Cara. “I’m going to shower.” I let Cara go off into the bedroom and I head upstairs. I want to check over my email really quick.
CARA
The food was good. I was only able to eat half of my burrito, but that’s okay. I was able to save the rest. I take off my nightgown and already have the shower going. Kim told me I can take the bandages off at night to let them heal. The areas are scabbed and colorful. She told me if I follow my care instruction They should heal nicely.
The water’s warm when I step in and I take a moment just to relax. I take my time with my hair. I’m tired of having it braided. Once my hair is good, I wash and shave my body. I have to be careful and I stay clear of the injuries to my legs. I now smell like strawberries and am starting to feel somewhat like myself. When I’m done I wrap a towel around my body and dry off. I brought in a short nightgown and put it on.
When I walk out of the bathroom Jordan is sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He just stares at me and for a second. I wonder if something is wrong.
“Come here pretty girl.”
Jordan is in the middle of the bed which means I practically have to crawl to him. When I’m within reaching distance Jordan pulls me onto his lap. I try to be careful and not rub
his side with my leg.
“Jordan?”
“I want you, pretty girl.” There’s a softness in his eyes, but I know we can’t do anything. That’s the reality we face.
“Jordan, we can’t. I know you’re hurting and…” He cups my face and crushes his lips on mine. I’m trying hard not to brush his left side as his tongue dances with mine. I feel myself become wet with desire. My body’s responding where my mind won’t go.
“Please, Cara Mia.” I scoot back a little bit. I honestly don’t know what to say. Jordan reaches for me and tugs me closer. He grabs hold of the bottom to my nightgown and lifts it over my head. He brings his face close to mine all while staring me in the eyes. I’m slightly shaking and can hear it when I breathe. He then runs his nose along mine and kisses me.
Before I can pull back Jordan runs his hand between my legs. I hear him hiss when he notices how wet I am.
“Cara Mia, take them off.” I’m careful when I stand on the bed. I don’t move to remove my panties; I just stand in front of him. Jordan takes the hint and slides my panties slowly down my legs and I sit back on his lap.
“What now?” I know we can’t have sex and he still has his boxers on. Jordan kisses me again. I run my fingers through his hair as I engage in the kiss. Jordan breaks the kiss and begins to trail them down my neck. His hand, however, runs up my slit.
“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re always so wet for me.” Jordan lightly begins to rub my clit in a slow circle. I lean back to give him better access. Jordan takes the opening and begins to trail kisses across my chest before taking my breast into his mouth. I’m so distracted that I have no time to adjust before he slides his fingers inside me.
“Jordan.” I moan as his fingers move slowly in and out of me. I almost want to ask him to stop, but I’m so turned on that I don’t think I could speak the words.
“Let me please you pretty girl. I want to watch you. I have to touch you.” Huh, oh my. How can I say no to that? The look he gives me is so tender that all I want to do is love him more. I adjust my position and come up on my knees. All I can do is stare into his bright blue eyes. They’re somewhat dilated, but the way they scan over my face melts my heart
I run my fingers through his hair and scoot back a tiny bit. I don’t want to bump his side.
“Kiss me, Cara Mia.” He asks me, his voice laced with lust. I give in as my entire body begins to warm. I keep my fingers in his hair and lick his lips. Jordan continued his assault with his fingers moving them in and out of me.
The position we were in caused the palm of his hand to rub my clit. I had to break the kiss, I could no longer handle what he was doing to me. I began to rock my hips with him.
“Look at me, pretty girl.” We locked eyes and my entire body felt on fire.
Jordan picked up speed with his movements and I could feel the tickle of my impending orgasm. I had to place my hands on his shoulders.
“Keep your eyes on me, Cara Mia.” I had dropped my head and look up to see him. I instantly crush my lips on Jordan’s as I feel the tingling of my orgasm. Each time his hand rubs my clit the sensation only spikes more. I grind my hips onto his hand and pull away from the kiss.
“Jordan please.” I’m so close, but not close enough. Jordan slows his fingers and moves my hips back a little. When he starts back up each time he moves them in he bumps that sweet spot. His hand rubs harder on my clit.
“Oh.” I moan.
“Cum for me pretty girl.” I don’t know how he does that, but those words send me over. My orgasm takes over and my legs shake as Jordan has yet to slow down his movements.
“Jordan its…too much.” He begins to slow his fingers moving in and out of me. Jordan’s cruel as he forces me to ride out the entire orgasm. I’m spent by the time he actually stops. Jordan removes his hand from me and I sigh at the loss.
He leans close and kisses the tip of my nose. I look down at our laps and see his erection. I also see a small wet spot on his boxers and I reach to touch him.
“Cara Mia don’t, I want you so bad right now. I will only end up hurting myself. You gave me the greatest moment right there. I love watching. This was more about you than me.” I’m sad and hurt that he won’t let me give him some form of release.
“Jordan, I can at least suck you off.” I offer. How could he say no? I hear him hiss.
“Fuck Cara Mia, that sounded dirty and sexy as hell. Not tonight pretty girl. I know you're tired and I’m pleased with what you gave me.” He kisses my nose again and smiles.
“You sure.” I pout this time for emphasis.
“Yes, let’s get ready for bed.” I climb off Jordan’s lap and walk towards the bathroom. “Pretty girl, keep the clothes off.” I turn to look over my shoulder and smiled at Jordan. We both get ready for bed and of course, I listen and climb into bed naked. Jordan did the same minus the bandage to his side.
Once he was in bed and the lights were off he pulled me close to him. We cuddled and I fell asleep in his arms. This will be the first night of many I sleep tucked into Jordan. It will also be the first of many I have nightmares.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JORDAN
THREE WEEKS LATER
“No….no…no, why…” I woke to Cara talking, she’s having another nightmare. These have become more frequent and she’s covered in sweat. I have to wake her very carefully.
“Cara Mia, wake up, please. You’re dreaming.” I lightly rub her arm in my attempt to wake her up. The moment I realize she begins to wake I know it’s going to be bad. Her eyes are wide and searching. I’m not certain if she’s actually awake. Cara blinks a few times and then rolls to her side, she’s awake. She takes the blanket she was wrapped up in and covers her face.
“Pretty girl, you okay.” I know from my talks with Jessica to tread lightly and allow her to talk. I’m not supposed to push the issues if she’s unwilling to talk to me, then I drop it.
“Why won’t they stop?” She says in a whisper as she tries to hide the fact that she’s crying. I fucking hate that she has these nightmares and I can’t fix them. I tug the blanket from her face so she can see me and rub her back.
“Was it the same dream?” Cara nods her head.
“It plays over and over like a film that got stuck. All I see is you helping me and Travis shoots you. Now in the dream…” Cara rolls over towards me. “You don’t make it.” I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Damn it.
“Cara Mia, I’m fine. I’m right here with you.” I want to comfort her more, but I know how that will end. As much as I fucking want to pound her into next week Cara will tell me no. It’s a new defense she has built up. We haven’t been intimate since before she was taken. She gave me one night to touch her and then a fucking wall went up.
I look over at the clock. I should probably get up now, I plan to head into the office to fill out some paperwork that I need to handle.
“Cara, are you going to be okay. I told you I was going to the office today.” She smiles and wipes the tears from her eyes.
“I have things I want to take care of around the house.” Cleaning, again seriously. The house fucking sparkles. Jessica explained to me that this was just me coping with stress. Cleaning keeps Cara’s mind busy. I will just add this to the top of my list of issues I’m watching for with her.
“Okay pretty girl, I’m going to take a shower.” I leave her on the bed and go about my morning. When the water has warmed up I climb in. My stitches are finally gone, but I still have to take care of the healing area. I’m supposed to see Dr. Crabtree later today about my side.
I hear noise in the bathroom, Cara’s officially up. “May I join you?” She says as she opens the shower door.
“Absolutely, will you let me wash you?” I need to touch her. Cara gives me a tiny nod and smiles. I start by washing her hair. I fucking love her hair, it’s sexy as hell. However, mine needs to be cut. I just want normal. I think short will work, it’s less of a hassle shorter.
I take my time looking over Cara’s body to see the changes. She’s been running almost every day. I can see the effects of the running toning out her body more. However, her eating habits are causing her to lose weight fast. Her meals are small portions and sometimes she loses interest quickly with the food she prepares.
However, I convinced her to drink a protein shake Tyler recommended and that seems to help. We have two kinds in the house. If she can’t stomach the meal I just make her the shake. Eases my mind tremendously that she still gets something in her system.
When I finish with her hair, Cara turns to me. I’m not sure what’s about to happen, she’s been unpredictable lately. Cara steps closer to me and then looks between us. Yeah, my dick is standing at attention and wants to play. Fucker. I can’t help it. Cara reaches down to touch me.
“Pretty girl, I want you not your hand,” I tell her while watching her reaction.
“I’m sorry, I’m not… I can’t.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes and I lightly kiss her.
“I understand.” Fuck no, I don’t. This shit needs to stop. I want her so damn bad. I grab the soap and begin to wash her body. I think I’m just torturing myself, but I don’t care. I’ll take touching her over nothing any day.
When we’re done I step out first and grab my towel. Cara follows and I wrap a towel around her and help by drying her hair a little.
“I think I’m leaving my hair down today.” She announces.
“Okay, well I’m going to get dressed and then head into the office. I’ll see you later.” I kiss her forehead and leave to get dressed. When I’m done I grab my keys. I kiss Cara one more time just to make sure she’s okay and off to work I go.
Traffic takes me a little longer to get to the office, but that’s fine getting out of the house is a nice feeling. I finally arrive and head inside. Maria meets me when I get inside the building.
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