This was one experiment that was definitely not on the approved list for a paralyzed man. But maybe it would work.
Her hand slipped down to caress his thigh, she felt him tense. He knew her hand was there, but could he feel it? She didn’t ask, she continued to stroke him, working higher, her aim true as she closed her hand over his cock. He didn’t harden, but then he was still fully clothed.
“Want to get naked?” she asked.
“Skyla, I…”
She put a finger to his lips. “Shhh. I only asked if you want to get naked.”
“Yes.”
She got up off the bed, and moved so he could pull himself further across, and lie down. When he was stretched out on the bed, she moved to help him remove his shirt, kissing his skin as it was unveiled one button at a time.
“You make me want you so much it hurts.”
“Good. I want it to hurt, I want it to burn until you have no choice but to feel it through the whole of your body.” His shirt undone, he sat up and pulled it over his head, while her hands and lips moved lower to unbuckle his belt. She teased him, her fingers stroking him, willing him to feel her touch. A groan made her believe he did.
Belt undone, she pulled his zipper down, then tugged the fabric of his jeans, dragging them down over his thighs, and off his feet, to discard them on the floor. Her eyes captured his, and she was sure he was fighting the urge to cover himself from her gaze.
“I’ve seen it all before,” she said, her hands starting at his feet, and stroking, while her lips kissed him, moving higher and higher until she touched his cock, feeling the silky skin. “But you have to be the most impressive.”
He choked back a laugh. “I was. Once, but not now.”
“Then why don’t I see if I can return you to your former glory?” She sighed as she breathed her warm breath over his skin.
“Take your clothes off first.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
She stood up and pulled her sweater over her head, and then the T-shirt she had hastily put on hours ago when they had begun their dash to her dad’s bedside. Her jeans soon followed, until she stood in only her underwear.
“And the rest,” he said, watching her.
“I might need your help,” she said, coming back to the bed, and climbing on, straddling him, her knees either side of his thighs.
Jordan pushed himself up so he sat with his chest pressed against her breasts. “I can help you with this.” His hands quickly unclasped her bra, and he threw it aside as if to say she would never need it again. “Oh my.” His breath covered her skin, and he lowered his head to kiss the tips of her nipples, one at a time. The heat between her thighs grew, and the ache inside her was incredibly raw and needy.
Sucking her right nipple into his mouth, he massaged her left breast with his hand, his fingers tweaking the taut bud, making her writhe in ecstasy. His right hand slipped between their bodies and he rubbed her clit, before his finger slid inside her panties and into her wet sex.
This was heaven. He drove her wild, her hips bucking as he pressed two fingers deep inside her, his thumb brushing her clit, while his mouth nursed on her breasts. Her orgasm was so close, and he chased it down with her, making her come, her body a writhing mass of sensations, until it was too much and she exploded.
“Fuck,” she said, when she was spent. Skyla clung to him, her arms around his neck as if he was her anchor, while she tried to get her breathing back to something close to normal.
“I wish I could.” He laughed bitterly.
“Then let’s see if you can.” She slid her body back, until she was resting on his legs, her head over his cock. She blew on it, watching for any sign of him being able to sense her. Nothing. Looking up at him, he saw her watching him intently. Skyla had never wanted anything to work so much in her whole life.
Lowering her head, she took his cock in her hand, and then covered the head with her mouth. He groaned, whether because he could imagine what it felt like, or whether the feeling was real, she didn’t know and she wasn’t stopping to ask him.
She eased his thighs apart, to allow her right hand to slip around his balls. Cupping them, she fondled them, trying to stimulate him in every way. His seed was still stored in them, the blood still flowed though him; she just had to hit the right trigger.
Grazing her teeth along his length, she was sure she felt a twitch of his thighs, but she couldn’t be sure. Taking him in her mouth again, she sucked the head of his flaccid cock, he was bigger, she was sure he was. Working harder, she stroked and sucked, fondled and grazed, until she was sure he was getting hard.
Lifting her face to watch his, she saw the expectant expression hadn’t changed. If he really was getting hard, he couldn’t feel it. Skyla hesitated, unsure of herself.
“Don’t stop,” he ground out.
“Can you feel me touching you?” she asked, hope filling her voice and her heart.
“No. I don’t think so. But I can see you moving, I can imagine what it feels like.” His face was contorted in anguish. “But if you don’t want to…”
“No. I do. I just don’t want you to feel as if I’m taking advantage of you.”
He laughed. “Damn it, Skyla, I want you to make love to me. I want to…” His voice was ragged. “I wish I could make love to you.”
“You already have, Jordan. Before… It might not have been in the usual sense, but you made me come, your hands, your mouth.”
“But the rest of it. Any hope of a child...”
“We can think about that in the future. There are ways.” Her hand grasped him firmly, and she was sure now he was harder. “Are you sure, if we can… Are you sure you want to have sex?”
“I’m a man, sex is on my mind all the time, right?” His smile was crooked.
“All man,” she agreed, kissing his stomach, sensing him tense, then she moved lower, nipping and kissing his skin, trying to feel where the sensations ended, but she couldn’t tell, or they didn’t end, but she wasn’t going to ask and risk breaking the spell between them.
And it was as if someone had cast a spell, a spell that brought him to life, or at least his need for sex. Typical, but she’d go with it. As he hardened in her hand, his cock swelling, slowly, but growing bigger and bigger with each stroke of her hand, she risked it all.
Moving forward, she lifted herself up, and when she was sure he was hard enough, she lowered herself down, while guiding the head of his cock inside her. It felt so good, she’d told him his fingers and mouth were enough, but to feel him filling her, feel the friction between their bodies, was something else.
Jordan groaned, his hands on her hips, guiding her as he slid deeper inside her, his cock swelling as she rocked her body.
Skyla placed her hands over his, and together they began to move, guiding each other, as she lifted her body up, and then slid down to impale herself on his hardness. Jordan guided her in a circular motion, his cock stretching her inner walls, stimulating her until her climax became an unstoppable beast. She wanted to come, she needed to come, but she held on as long as she could, wanting him to come inside her, to fill her with his seed, so that one day they may make a child.
She tried not to care if it was this time, because with this one small step forward, it gave her hope there would be a next time, and a next. That one day he might feel something, might experience what she was feeling.
“I need to come,” she said breathlessly, her head thrown back, small whimpering cries escaping her mouth as she rode him.
Jordan moved his right hand off her hip, and pressed his fingers against her clit. Her hips bucked, her sex clamping down on his cock, pulsing as her orgasm reached her and took her into the abyss.
Skyla ground down on him, rocking her body backwards and forwards, the strength of her orgasm building until it consumed her. Then he exploded inside her. She felt it, his seed, his essence, spurting deep inside her. She didn’t stop, didn’t change the way she moved,
not wanting to change anything that might upset the delicate balance of this miracle.
And it was a miracle. A miracle she intended to keep to herself, because when she looked down at Jordan, she was sure he had no idea what his body was doing, and she didn’t want to get his hopes up that they might conceive a child. Not yet.
When her orgasm subsided, she slipped down into his arms, and he held her close, kissing her head, whispering the sweetest words to her.
“I love you, Jordan.”
I love you, Skyla.”
She stroked his bristly cheek and then kissed him softly, before falling asleep with the man of her dreams.
Chapter Eighteen – Jordan
His dreams in the few hours’ sleep he managed to snatch were confusing, different in a way his conscious brain couldn’t break down, as he lay looking up at the ceiling, while Skyla slept peacefully beside him.
The dream had been about his bear, but it wasn’t the human Jordan doing the searching, it was his bear. Calling, roaring into the emptiness of his head. Lost.
A tremor passed through Jordan, the thread of realization thin, but it pulled him nonetheless towards the truth. They were separated, lost, each in their own world or dimension; who knew how this thing worked? But he did know his idea of how to reunite them might just work.
“Hello,” Skyla said, turning over in the bed to look at him. “Are you OK?”
“Yes.” He kissed her lips. “We should get dressed and go back to the hospital.”
“Good idea.” She didn’t move. “Although I like being here with you just like this.”
“When we get home, there’s plenty of time for lying in bed all day. Right now, we need to make sure your dad’s OK, and your stepmom too.”
“I know. I’m going to give her a call and see if there’s anything we need to take her. Food, clean clothes. Or maybe she could go home for a few hours and I’ll sit with my dad.”
“That’s a good idea. Come on.” He wished he could jump out of bed and shower and dress with no effort. Those kind of thoughts were not going to sour what had been an amazing experience. He had made love to Skyla, or at least she had made love to him. He was a modern man, he could accept that, although he was already trying to work out how they could try different positions, and he had come up with some interesting ideas. But they were all for when they got home.
Her family was what was important now. Jordan made do with pulling on his jeans, hauling himself into his wheelchair, and heading for the bathroom, as soon as Skyla had finished in there.
Kissing him on the cheek, she smelled of shampoo and soap from the quick shower she’d taken. “That must be a record for the fastest shower by a woman,” he teased.
“I am not your usual kind of woman,” she agreed. “Plus, I want to see my dad.”
“I’ll be quick, I can shower when we come back here later.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, opening her duffel bag and rummaging through it.
“Absolutely.” He hurried—as much as a man in a wheelchair could hurry, when the bathroom wasn’t exactly designed for one—and was out and dressed in ten minutes.
“Right, let’s go.” Skyla had her purse hooked over her shoulder, and wore a dark blue skirt that flattered her full hips, and a white shirt, over which she pulled on a pretty dusky-pink cardigan. She looked beautiful, her auburn hair still damp and hanging around her shoulders, and the light makeup natural. “Jordan.”
“Sorry, I was just reminding myself of all the ways in which I have been blessed. I got to more than three reasons to be grateful.” He sighed. “But they all revolve around you.”
“Wait until we’ve been married for twenty years, and then I expect none of them will revolve around me.”
“They will,” he said, catching hold of her hand and kissing it. “They always will.”
“We’ll see.” But she looked pleased at his words.
They rode the elevator down to Reception and then exited out into the late afternoon to find a dull and miserable day. The weather had closed in, and the streets looked gray and uninviting. His mind wandered back to Bear Bluff; it was the one place where he never minded the low clouds that came with the rain. It hung over the mountains, giving it a mystical feel.
In his youth, he and his friends would have played up on the higher slopes in this weather. Tag was particularly cool to play when the mist hid them from each other, and they could burst out of nowhere to make someone else “it.”
“Who’s driving?” she asked, taking the keys out of her purse.
“You can,” he said. “I’m beginning to miss the quiet back roads of Bear Bluff.”
“When you were in the Army, you must have visited some remote areas.” Skyla opened the car and helped him in before stowing the wheelchair; they knew the routine so well, the transition was smooth, and took little time.
Skyla slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and heading for the hospital while he reminisced over the places he had been. “Very remote. On the whole. If the helicopter couldn’t land, we would be dropped in and left to fend for ourselves with what little supplies we could dump out without getting smashed up. I also worked in towns that had been flattened by war and earthquakes. Always our first priority was the people, clean water, shelter. These are the basic requirements wherever you are.”
“And when you walk again, would you go back to the Army?” she asked.
“I don’t think ahead like that. Not after the first couple of weeks. But no, I don’t think so. I made a difference, my crew made a difference, but now it’s time to move on.” He looked at the colorful stores as they drove into the center of the large sprawling town. “I like Dylan’s idea of helping young offenders. I like that a lot.”
“You would still have a purpose,” she said. “That is what a man like you needs.”
“A man like me.” He looked across to her and said, “A man like me has many needs.”
“I know.” She blushed and he guessed which need it was she was thinking of.
If only he could function properly, he was sure that same need would be top of the list of things to be thankful for.
Chapter Nineteen – Skyla
“Hey, Dad,” Skyla said, sitting in the seat next to her dad’s bed.
“Hi, Sky. Dorothy said you were here, that you’d been to see me earlier, but I was too out of it to remember.” He looked pale, and his voice was hoarse, but he sounded like his old self.
“She called me. I had to come.” Skyla held his hand, feeling the warmth and finding it comforting just as she had growing up, when his were the arms she ran to, and his was the voice that soothed. “She loves you so much.”
She frowned, her eyes stinging with tears she wanted to shed, but she didn’t want her dad to see her crying.
“I love her too.” Her dad patted her hand, then wiped the first tear that escaped her closed eyes. “And she says you found someone.”
“Yes. I have. Jordan, he’s one of my patients—well, used to be.”
“And it’s real?”
“Yes. It is. I think it’s given me an insight into what it’s like for you and Dorothy, and I want you to be happy. I really do.”
“I know you do.” He smiled, and brushed her hair back from her face. “My Sky, I will always love you with the fiercest love a man can have.”
More tears slipped down her face. “I know. I’ve learned that there are different kinds of love. Ours is one kind, and then there is the kind that makes your heart beat faster and your breath catch in your throat.”
“And there’s room in our hearts for both.” He smiled, looking relieved she finally got it, that she understood there was no competition, that she was never really excluded, but that her dad and Dorothy had their own relationship to nurture, and the nurturing was what took the time. They didn’t have the luxury of shifter bonds to tell them fate had stepped in and said this was how things were going to be.
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bsp; “There is room for both. I hope that one day I’ll find room for a third kind of love, and know what it’s like to have a child.”
“Are you pregnant?” he asked hopefully. “Only I am more than ready to become a grandpa.”
“Not yet. But soon, I hope.”
The door opened and a doctor came in, “Mr. Martin, good news, everything looks normal, the oxygen in your blood is normal. Tomorrow we’ll do the checks again, and then you can go home.”
“Hear that, Dad?” Skyla asked, happy they were letting him go so soon.
“Yes. We’ll do a scan in the morning and if that looks good, then the best place to recuperate is home.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” her dad said brightly but as the doctor left, his face clouded with sadness.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Skyla asked.
“Nothing. You’ll be able to return to your new life.”
“Ahh. I see what this is. Listen, Jordan has already said you can come and stay with us, and we will make regular trips to see you and Dorothy. I’m all grown up; it won’t be like before.”
“So when can I meet this man of yours?” Her dad looked happier. “Is it to be wedding bells?”
“One day, I’m in no rush.” She thought of Jordan’s proposal but decided to keep it to herself until it was more official. “He’s taken Dorothy home. He said he’d wait with her while she showers and changes and has a rest. They’ll be back in the next hour or so. It was all we could do to persuade Dorothy to leave.”
“I can’t wait to be home. She makes the best chicken soup,” her dad confided.
“It’s about time you had someone to look after you,” Skyla said. “All the years you were the only one in the house to do everything.” She leaned forward and hugged her dad. “I don’t think I ever said thank you enough.”
He placed his hand on her head. “Just seeing your happy face every day was the best reward, Sky. I mean that. It means the world to me that we’ll see more of you.”
“Sorry, Dad,” she said, her throat constricting as tears threatened again.
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