“I’m going to kiss you now,” she says in a husky voice that goes straight to my cock
“Thank Fuck,” I respond
Then her lips are on mine.
It's tentative at first, just a firm press of her lips as she moves her hands from my face to wind her arms around my neck. Her lips are every bit as warm and soft as I thought they would be. Then her lips part on a breathy little gasp as she arches into me more, and we're both gone. Her tongue slides with mine as I run my hands down her back to the glorious ass I've dreamed about. It's heat and comfort and everything else we've been feeling these past few weeks coming to the surface. I cup her face and angle her head to kiss her more deeply, groaning as she gives a little nip to my lower lip. She lets out the sweetest little whimper when I nip her plump bottom lip back, and start to graze my lips and teeth down her jawbone and onto her neck.
My hands reach for her waist and hoist her onto thecounter before I step in between her legs. She immediately wraps them around my waist, studying my face for a second while she reaches to run her hands through my hair. We're both practically panting.
“We don't need to go any further than this,” I assure her. Brody gives a soft bark from where he's lying in his bed in the corner, as if he understands perfectly and agrees.
She nods. “I’m not sure I can, but I also don't want to leave you with blue balls,” she says ruefully, with an apology on her face.
I bark out a laugh as I knead her thighs a little. “That's why I have a right hand, Firecracker, plus some new fantasies to think about, like kissing you.”
She goes a little pink, but laughs and hauls me a little closer. “Then keep making new fantasies with me. My new vibrator may be getting some work later too, thinking about this.”
I crowd into her, the idea of her getting herself off thinking of me making me lose my mind. “Sometime, will you let me watch you do that? I want to see you make yourself come with that shiny new toy.” My breaths are ragged as I ask it, my lips ghosting over hers, my voice complete gravel with lust. This woman will be the death of me. Her eyes become pure fire again, and she just nods, like she can't believe I'm asking to see something that damn hot. Then she kisses me again. It's searching and exploratory this time, as if we're trying to learn every nook of each other's mouths. Her heels are locked at the small of my back like she has no intention of letting me go anytime soon, and I have zero issues with that. My hands twist around those incredible ringlets as I tilt her head to the side to nibble and kiss down her neck some more. The little sounds she makes turn me into some kind of caveman. It makes the anticipationof what making her scream will be like that much sweeter.
We make out like teenagers and enjoy the hell out of each other, and it's one of the best nights I can remember in a long, long time. I seem to be having a lot of best nights ever lately, and I can only hope they keep coming.
Chapter 15
Taran
The next morning, my brain is complete mush. I'm still drunk on Lyra’s kisses, and it's the very best kind of drunk. We hung out, and watched a little TV cuddled on the couch before we both had to call it a night because of work. Since I didn't get to see my mom yesterday, I am up early and heading over there before I need to clock in at work. As I'm on my way, I get a call from Val. I answer on my bluetooth, a little worried about why she'd be calling first thing.
“Hey, Val, everything ok?”
“Taran, it’s Evelyn. I just got to the house, and she is sweating profusely while at rest. Her left arm also hurts. She's very likely having a heart attack. I gave her an aspirin right away and am taking her to Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital.” Her voice is brusque, she’s in full nurse mode.
I almost swerve off the road in my panic, but manage to barely keep control. My heart starts pounding so violently that I’m feeling light headed. The furiously pumping blood is roaring through my ears, as if it’s trying to cancel out hearing what Val said. Not Ma. Nothing canhappen to her. She's already been through so much, she needs to catch a fucking break.
“I’ll meet you there, I can be there in less than 20,” I choke out.
“Has anything been wrong the last few days that you can think of? Evelyn says she's been fine.”
I think back and try to remember if she exhibited anything out of the ordinary when I last saw her on Sunday.
“She had indigestion on Sunday when we were at our friends’ house for dinner, but she brushed it off as eating the pupusas too quickly.”
“Yesterday she asked for an antacid too, because she was lamenting she ate too much of the bacon I made for breakfast,” she says, her normally placid, soothing voice filled with worry. “I should have known something was wrong then. That's one of the lesser signs of a heart attack, especially for women. How could I have missed it?”
“Val, this is NOT your fault. I'm just so grateful you were there early and got her an aspirin already. Thank you for the millionth time for all that you do.”
My mom's voice comes through then. “Taran, baby, I'll be just fine. Val has this under control.” Her breathing is labored though, and her voice is so strained. “You need to get to work. Val will keep you posted on everything.”
I cannot get impatient with my mom while she's having a heart attack. I cannot yell at her to not be a fucking martyr while she's going to the hospital. I have to count to 10 to rein in my indignation. In the calmest voice I can manage, I tell her, “Ma, I have personal days I can take. It's fine, of course I'm going to be there with you.” Then I hear Val again.
“Evelyn, first, just concentrate on breathingand calming yourself. Second, you know that Taran won’t be stopped from coming, and it will be comforting for you to have him there.”
“Listen to Val, Ma. She's always right, you know this,” I tell her. I hear her sigh. “Alright, I'll see you both in about 15. I need to call into work and let them know what's going on. Someone should hopefully be able to cover my route today.”
“Ok, see you soon, Taran,” Val says, and my mom murmurs her agreement before we end the call. Right away I get back on the phone to my hub, letting my supervisor know what's going on. He's understanding, thank goodness, and there is another driver they can send out on my route today. I hightail it to the hospital. Since my mom is closer by about 10 minutes, I know they're going to beat me there by about that much. I barely let my car shift into park before I am turning it off, jumping out, and running into the hospital. When I get into to the ER, Val is sitting with a clipboard of paperwork in the waiting room. I run over to her as she looks up and sees me.
“They've taken her back already to make sure she gets stabilized, and then figure out what they'll need to do,” she says, getting right to the point.
“How was she when they took her back? Did she stay lucid?”