“God, these are good.”
I smirked at the vision in front of me. Laura, at the end of the bed, dressed in one of my old shirts and a pair of my socks, with her hair piled up, looking adorable. She was eating her noodles, or at least trying, doing a terrible job as usual with her chopsticks. Most of the time, she gave up and grabbed a fork, but she always tried.
“It works even better if you get them in your mouth,” I observed as another noodle landed on my shirt. “You’re gonna need a lot of bleach to get that shirt clean.”
She looked down, giggling, then back at me, her gaze filled with amusement. I grinned back at her, pleased to see the nap we’d had earlier erased some of the weariness from her face.
“Of course,” I drawled, bending my arm behind my head and leaning back as I looked at her, “You could lose the shirt.”
“The noodles would land on my skin.”
“I’d lick them off.”
“Jackson.”
“Laura.”
“The doctor said—”
I interrupted her. “The doctor said when I felt I was ready. I’ve been home for two days. The accident was over a week ago. I am ready.”
“Your head…”
“I’m not talking hanging from the chandelier.” I dropped my voice, knowing how much she loved it when I did that, and let my gaze drift over her leisurely. “Just us—together. I miss you, baby.”
She swallowed, and her cheeks darkened.
“Soon,” she promised.
I growled low in my throat. “Damn soon.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “Maybe my sexy nurse needs to come give me a sponge bath. I’d be most appreciative. I know someone who would throw you a wink…or two.”
“Jackson,” she warned, trying to sound stern. It really didn’t work considering how breathless she sounded.
She swung her legs off the bed, the action causing the shirt to ride up on her thighs. I almost began panting, remembering how they felt wrapped around me. How it felt when I was buried inside her.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to eat my moo goo gai pan in peace.”
I patted my knee. “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll happily eat your moo goo gai pan?”
She blinked, then burst out laughing. She came forward and kissed my cheek. “Nice try, Jackson.”
I heard her laughing all the way to the kitchen.
I crossed my arms and huffed in resignation. I guessed no sex today either.
“It wasn’t that funny!” I yelled.
“Yes, it was,” came drifting down the hall.
“Gin,” Hank said smugly, laying his cards on the table.
I flung down my cards in disgust. “You are seriously pissing me off,” I returned with a grunt.
He grinned, taking a long swallow of his beer. “You’ve been like a bear with a thorn in his paw since I got here. What the hell is eating you?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth. His head would explode if I told him I desperately needed to fuck his daughter until she screamed my name and her tight pussy milked my cock.
Instead, I ignored him.
“Where’s Laura again? When is she coming home?”
He sighed and sat back. “She’s doing a couple things for me, and she had some errands. I came to sit with you and keep you company. “
I huffed. “You came because she told you that you had to. I don’t need to be babysat.”
“You need something to soothe that grumpy ass of yours. I brought pizza. I thought you’d enjoy it.”
I laughed. “You brought pizza because you would enjoy it. The same with the beer.” I knew I was pouting. “I can’t even have one.” Then just to tick him off, I added, “She is gonna be so pissed when she finds out you’re eating pizza and drinking beer at lunch.”
“I’m not gonna tell her—and neither are you.”
I burst out laughing. “This is Laura we’re talking about. ‘The General’ ring a bell? She’ll know what you brought the second she walks in the door. And what’s even worse is she’ll know you hid it in your truck until she left so she wouldn’t find out.”
“Damn it.” He stood, grabbing the box. “I’ll get rid of the evidence. The key word here is deny, Jackson. Deny, deny, deny.”
I smirked. “She has a nose like a bloodhound.”
“Fuck!” Panicked, he glanced around the room. “Light some of those smelly candles! She’ll never figure it out.”
“Like she won’t wonder why the two of us are sitting here, enjoying the candlelight, Hank?”
He sat down, dropping his head into his hands. “We are so fucked.”
“We? I think you mean you. You are so fucked. I didn’t do anything.”
“You ate some!”
“Did I?”
“You know you did!”
I looked around. “There’s no evidence.” I looked down at my shirt. “No crumbs.” I sniffed my hands. “No pizza smell.” I smacked my lips. “My breath is minty fresh.”
“You fucker. That’s why you cleaned up after we ate.”
I grinned at him. This was the most fun I’d had since I got home.
“I might be persuaded to help.”
“Name your price.”
“Get your daughter to move in right away.”
“She’s already here.”
“Only because I’m laid up. I can’t pin her down to stay.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Besides the lack of a lecture that will last longer than it took you to scarf down that pizza?”
“Yeah, besides that.”
“I plan on marrying her and then working on those grandbabies for you. She’ll be so busy with them, you’ll be free to eat pizza anytime you want.”
I lied like a rug, but it worked.
“Deal.”
“Okay. Grab the Febreze and crack a window. I’ll light a candle. Put all that shit in your truck.”
“Done.”
Laura got home an hour later, walking in carrying groceries. She glared at me as she came toward the couch. “You should be resting.”
“I am.”
“I mean lying down. Have you had your meds?”
“I did. But I wasn’t tired. Hank and I have been playing cards.”
“Did you have lunch? I left some sandwiches.”
Luckily, Hank had noticed those. They were in his truck, along with the evidence of the lunch he had brought with him.
I nodded. “They were great, thanks.”
She sniffed the air delicately. “Why do I smell Febreze?” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “And why do you have a candle burning?”
Hank stiffened, and I frowned at her. “I’ll explain later.”
Her toes began to tap. “Explain now.”
I crooked my finger, and she hunched down. “Hank’s a little, ah, gassy. He made his famous chili last night. I sprayed the couch and lit the candle. It was really bad, baby. Don’t say anything—he was pretty embarrassed.”
I knew Hank could hear me, but the bastard couldn’t say a word.
Laura looked at me, and I nodded, keeping my face impassive.
She straightened. “I’m going to make coffee.”
Hank glared at me. “You’re fired.”
“Okay. I’ll call her back and tell her the truth.” Then I laid down my cards. “Gin.”
“You are going to pay for all this, Jackson. Somehow, someday, I will get you.”
I smiled at him. “Game on, my favorite father-in-law-to-be.”
Chapter 7
Jackson
I woke up from my nap, yawning and stretching. After Hank left, Laura insisted I lie down. It really didn’t take much to convince me—I was rather tired, so I agreed easily. She had helped me to bed, then puttered around, chatting as I fell asleep. I was hoping when I woke up, she’d be beside me, but I woke up alone.
I glanced around the room, confused. All the lights were out, except one burning in the corner
, the dim bulb throwing more shadows around the room. In the middle of my night table sat a bell. Frowning, I reached for it, wondering where the hell it had come from. I certainly didn’t own any bells. Did Laura buy it? Had I been calling her so much that she bought it so I would stop shouting for her? I felt bad if I had. Did she actually want me to ring it?
I hesitated, then gave it a shake. After a couple of seconds, I heard Laura coming down the hall. I opened my mouth to tease her, but the words died in my throat as she walked in. She was dressed in the shortest, tightest nurse uniform known to man. White garters and silk stockings encased her legs. Her hair was pinned up, and nestled on top was a starched replica of a nurse’s cap. Ruby red stained her plump lips, and her eyes glinted with mischief.
She was the very epitome of the world’s sexiest nurse.
She wet her lips with her pink tongue. “You rang, Mr. Cooper,” she breathed, her voice raspy. “You need something?”
In an instant, I was hard, the sheet covering me tenting as I stared at her, speechless. My blood ran faster, my breathing picked up as desire grabbed me, snaking down my spine with lust.
“I…I…”
She came forward, bending over me, her cleavage spilling from her tight top. “Can I help you with something?”
“I feel a little warm.”
She inched nearer, but still too far away for me to touch. “You do look…hot.”
“Laura,” I moaned. “Baby, don’t tease.”
She smiled, her finger drifting up my chest. “I need to examine you, Mr. Cooper. Find the source of your, ah, fever.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Examine me thoroughly.”
“I need to remove your shirt.”
I had it tugged over my head in a flash.
“Hmmm,” she murmured, tapping her chin. “Patient is short of breath and feeling warm.”
“Hot. I’m feeling hot. And needy.”
She laid her hand on my stomach, her finger running over my skin, my muscles contracting under her touch. “I need to check your vitals.”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
Her lips hovered over mine. “I have to make sure you’re okay. It is my job.”
“You do it well,” I whispered and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down to me. Her lips pressed on mine, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth, teasing me. She slid her hand down, fondling my chest, playing with my nipples as we kissed. Our tongues brushed together, touched and savored. I groaned at her taste, having missed it so much. I fumbled with the hair clip, pushed the hat out of the way, and wrapped her hair around my fist, keeping her close. I tugged her down to my chest, smoothing my hand up the back of her small skirt, caressing the skin on her back.
“You need to lose your skirt, Nurse.”
“You need to let me do my job.” She pulled back, frowning at me. “I’m not finished my examination.”
I couldn’t conceal my smirk. Her lips were swollen, her hair falling down around her shoulders, and the cute hat askew on her head. Her nipples pressed against the white of her shirt, hard and pebbled. I waved my hand. “Continue.”
She tugged off my sweatpants, looking up with a mischievous grin when she saw I was commando. It took her a minute to pull the pant leg over the cast, but then I was free, and my sweats were tossed over her shoulder somewhere.
“Spread your legs, Jackson. I need you comfortable.”
With a low moan, I followed her command. Knowing her eyes were on me, I stretched, feeling her gaze travel over my body, lingering on my erection. I arched my back a little, watching her gaze widen. Slowly, I reached down, cupping my balls and stroking my hand over my leaking cock. She scrutinized every movement.
“I think someone is winking at you.”
“Smirking too,” she breathed.
“He’s smirking, all right—he’s ready for you, Nurse.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Mr. Cooper.”
Reaching behind her head, she pulled off her skimpy uniform, leaving her in the tiniest scrap of lace and her sexy garter and stockings.
“I think my fever is getting worse.” I shifted, needing to be closer to her.
She crawled up the bed, like a lioness coming for her prey. I was a willing victim.
The next ten minutes were pure torture of the best kind. She used her mouth and hands, trailing them over my torso and legs. She teased and nipped, her tongue swirling on my skin, her teeth pulling my nipples, her lips sucking at the base of my throat, leaving her mark.
“You do seem hot, Jackson,” she whispered as she licked up my neck, placing wet kisses as she went.
“I’m fucking hot for you,” I hissed, grabbing her face and kissing her hard.
We were both panting when she pulled back.
“I need to check your temperature.”
“Stop teasing,” I begged. “God, baby, I need you.”
She quirked her eyebrow, then shifted back, sitting beside my good leg. She stroked her hand up my thigh, her fingers gentle and seeking. Over and over again, she stroked, each time going higher, making my hands fist the bedding.
Her hot breath drifted over me. “He just winked at me.”
“I bet he did,” I groaned. “I bet his smirk got bigger too.”
“It’s about to.”
Keeping our eyes locked, she lowered her head, taking my cock in her mouth. I flung my head back, shouting out a curse as her lips wrapped around my rock-solid erection. I was lost to the sensation of her talented, wicked mouth. Pleasure exploded, surging through my entire body. Laura worked me, using her tongue, her hands, and even her teeth. Warmth and wetness, intense pressure, then light teasing—the way she varied her caresses brought me to the brink of my orgasm, only for her to pull back and start again.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Laura, baby, please.”
She smirked, then tugged on the tiny bows at her hips, leave her bare. She flung her leg over my hips, bending low, being careful not to jostle my leg. She planted a wet kiss in the middle of my abdomen, then sat back, sinking down on my cock. Her wet heat engulfed me inch by inch until we were pressed flush together.
“Jesus.”
She arched back, her beautiful breasts jutting out. She gripped one thigh, while her other hand tugged on her hair as she began to ride me. I began thrusting up as much as I could, and she pressed down, meeting my lunges, her hips rolling smoothly. I held her hips, guiding her. “Laura… baby…so good…so fucking good.”
She sped up, leaning forward, and her hair brushed my skin. New waves of pleasure rippled through me at the different angle, and my balls began to tighten. Laura grasped my arms with her fingers, her body trembling. “Jackson…oh God…”
“Let go, baby. Let me see you come.”
She threw back her head, a low cry escaping her lips. I followed right behind her, my orgasm powerful as her pussy muscles contracted around me, milking my cock as I filled her.
She stilled, shuddering, and I tugged her down to my chest, pushing the damp hair away from her head and brushing my lips across her skin.
“You are one thorough nurse.”
She giggled. “I care about my patients.”
I growled low in my throat. “I had better be your only patient.”
She looked up at me, smiling. “My one and only.”
I turned serious. “Stay, sweet girl. Come live with me now. I need you. Every day.”
She cupped my cheek, stroking my skin. “I arranged the movers today, Jackson.”
“You did?”
“I almost lost you. Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you alone?”
“You’ve avoided discussing it. I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
“No. I wanted to make sure you hadn’t.”
“Never. I want you here. And I want to marry you. It’s a big house. I want to fill it with our babies and lots of laughter.”
“I want that too.”
“When are the movers
coming?”
“I’m going to pack up over the next few days. They’ll move me in next week.”
“Perfect.”
She moved off me, propping herself up on her elbow. She studied me briefly. “So…today. Did Hank bring a large or an extra-large pizza?”
“Damn it, Laura. How do you know this shit?”
She grinned. “He is pretty lousy at hiding the evidence. Now, spill.”
I sighed. “Large.”
“I suppose it was the meat extravaganza.”
“It had olives too.”
She snorted. “Well then, I suppose it’s fine.”
I chuckled. “He said he did it for me.”
“I’m sure he did.”
I pulled her tight to my side. “Is this how it’s going to be, sweet girl? No secrets, no sneaking pizza and beer with your dad—you’ll know all and see all? I can’t hide anything from you once you move in?”
“Yep.”
I pressed a kiss to her head, smiling.
“I’m good with that. I love you, baby.”
She snuggled closer. “I love you, Jackson.”
Chapter 8
Jackson
I stormed into the trailer, throwing my hard hat against the wall as hard as I could. I hoped it left a fucking mark.
Flinging myself into my chair, I leaned back, gripping my hair.
“I need a fucking Advil and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s,” I muttered.
“How about a nice dinner with me instead?”
My head snapped up. Laura was at the desk in the corner, a large basket perched on top. Just seeing her made me smile.
“Well, this is a nice surprise.” Then I frowned. “I didn’t see your truck.”
“It’s out back.”
“Did you—” My voice trailed off when she held up her hard hat.
“I learned my lesson.” Her face darkened. “Because of me, you got hurt.”
I held out my hand, my frustration forgotten. “Come here, sweet girl.”
She stood and walked toward me, her footsteps loud. I bent over the arm of my chair and whistled. “When did you get those?”
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