Dark Love (The Two Sides of Me Book 3) (7 page)

“Gabriella, please tell me you didn’t talk to David last night like I asked you to!”

“Ok? I didn’t talk to David last night like you asked me to.”

“Yea? Seriously? You didn’t?”

“No, Mia, he was sleeping, his nurse said he had been given a sleeping pill. Why? What’s going on? Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“Oh yeah, Merry Christmas. Sorry, it’s just that Evan totally freaked out like majorly freaked out when…”

She interrupts me, “Hold on! Backup! Evan ‘freaked out’? What are you talking about? Mia! Is he awake?!” Crap I didn’t call her last night.

“Oh shit, Gabby! I’m so sorry. Yeah, he woke up right before I was going to bed. He ripped the esophageal tube right out of his throat!”

“Oh God, is he ok? Does he remember anything? Can he talk?”

“Ah, yes on all accounts.” I hear a sigh of relief creep through the phone waves.

“Thank God. I had a feeling something was coming. I don’t know what exactly, but the atmosphere in his room yesterday was different.”

Now that I think of it, I felt that too, but I ignored it with so many other things on my mind I brushed it off as nothing. “Me too, I couldn’t even take my sleeping pills last night, it was like part of me knew he was almost here.”

“I figured it was a twin thing, maybe it’s a bonding thing? Like we sense that extra band or wave of communication between us because we love him so much.”

“Maybe.” I want to delve deeper into this topic, but I seriously have to use the facilities, and it can’t wait a minute longer!

“Ok, Gabby, when are you coming? I’ve got to pee, and I didn’t want to walk past David’s room if you had already talked to him, I need to go.”

“I’m up; I’ll be dressed and out the door in fifteen minutes, we can be there in twenty-five.”

“Ok perfect. See you soon. And Gabby?”

“Yes?”
The excitement of the conversation quiets and my next words are composed and exultant “He’s back.” I whisper

“I know, honey, it’s a miracle.” And it is. We have been given yet another chance to make this right, to have forever together, and nobody’s taking it away from us. This time we will conquer his tumor, his past, and our demons. No more fighting ghosts.

I don’t take more than two minutes, but when I return I sense the tension in the room immediately. Evan’s temper is simmering, threatening to boil over and scorch anyone within a mile’s distance.

“What’s wrong?”

“That fucking nurse, is what’s wrong. She refuses to listen to reason. I need to get out of here. I can go home. I’ve got a fucking hospital in my house for Christ sake!”

“You think you’re going home? Don’t you think you should think this through a little? I know how much you hate not being in control; believe me I do, but…”

“Gonna cut cha off right there, lady. I’m going home today, period.”

Sighing heavily, I close the door and shove a chair under the door handle like I’ve seen in the movies. Hospital doors don’t have locks, so I improvise. I have his attention though. He’s eyeing me carefully as I move to the drawer where the nurses keep their supplies.

“I’ll make you a deal, I remove some of those things and give you what we both know this is really about and you stay a couple more days to make sure it’s safe for you to be cared for at home, Ok? Ok.” I answer for him and set a few things on the bed. Frankly, I’m a little surprised that worked but I’m still waiting for an argument or some resistance, it never comes.

I take his catheter out, stop his IV fluids, but leave the access port, in case he needs something intravenously. I also leave the leads on his chest that monitor his blood pressure. The nurses will be in here instantly if that’s turned off. They can see it from the nurse’s station. It takes me less than five minutes to bring him back to thinking rationally.

Curious eyes follow me while I clear the mess away. “You have barricaded us in, what’s next on your agenda, Mrs. Lawson?”

“I told you, compromise,” I say with a sly smile crawling onto the bed straddling his hips. “You sure everything’s in working order here?” I say wiggling over his already hard cock.

“Yes, perfect order.” He takes my hips and thrusts himself upward raising me onto my knees.

“You’re lucky I did a range of motion exercises all the time while you were unconscious, do you feel weak?”

Tilting my head, I tease him, but I really did give him a workout three or four times a day, moving his arms and legs to keep him from becoming stiff. In turn, I was usually sore from the effort. I’m not complaining now.

“Give me that smart mouth,” he growls and raises up to face me, sliding his hands around to cup my ass. He jerks me against his chest and covers my mouth with his. I could do this forever, the feel of his tongue on my lips, tracing and sucking, nibbling and then moving to my ear where his breath warms my skin and raises goosebumps at the same time he whispers, “I love you, Mrs. Lawson,”

Moaning, I reply “I love you too, thank you for coming back to me,” I breathe nearly panting with need. The ache at the core of my body is so prominent it’s painful to restrain myself.”

“I will never leave you, baby. Something in your soul always calls me home, back to you.”

I work at untying the ugly scratchy hospital gown at the back of his neck, ripping it out from between us. I toss it aside to the floor and push him back down on the bed. He lays back with his hands behind his head eating me alive with his eyes. I slide my hands over his defined abdominal muscles one by one savoring the sight of him naked under me, real, alive and alert. My God, this is actually happening.

The intense pull between us brings tears to my eyes, and I pause to appreciate the moment. He laces his fingers with mine, sensing the depth of my emotion he pulls me down until my cheek is against his chest.

“It’s going to be all right now, baby. I’m back; you can stop worrying. I know this has been hell. I promise you, from this day forward, it’s going to be me getting well for you. Anything you want, anything I need to do, I’m in 100%, no hesitation. This tumor is going leave my body and the evil side of me will go with it.” His voice is choppy and broken from being intubated, but his words couldn’t be clearer. He’s making promises he may not be able to keep, though. That’s a worry I can’t return to him, it’s mine, but if he’s on board 100% like he says he is, I know we can do this.

Warm legs tangle mine, and suddenly I
’
m on my back under him, our hands still together but over my head now. I
’
m helpless, unable to move, and I love it. I never imagined I would be able to surrender and trust a man with my body but with Evan it
’
s natural and easy.

“You believe me,” he says. It
’
s a statement, not a question and he
’
s right as always.

“I believe you,” I repeat his words with sincerity. He rains kisses beginning with my mouth which has a direct line to the aching center of my body that craves to have him deep inside of it. He
’
s an addiction, and I
’
ve been clean for weeks, I need him now, as untimely and inappropriate as it may be, I have to have him.

He rocks his hips into me, my body responds instinctively arching toward him I feel the thick hardness of his cock between my legs, but I
’
m still dressed in sleeping pants and a tank top.

“I need to feel you against me.” He removes one of his hands continuing to hold both of mine with the other. He pulls the drawstring on the waistband of my pants pushing them down. I wiggle them the rest of the way off as he catches the edge of my tank top with his thumb and slowly drags it up, watching as my breasts are exposed. He hovers before lowering to suck and tease each one into hard pebbles of sensitive nerve endings.

“You
’
re going to make me come,” I pant. He looks up giving me his tell-tale smirk and continues to cover me with titillating tender kisses. He slides his tongue across my tummy dipping it into my navel which lands a direct hit of an electrical shock between my legs. I
’
m soaked. I need him right now, and he
’
s dragging this out, playing with me.

“Please,” I beg and whimper, but he knows what he
’
s doing, he knows what I need, and he
’
ll give it to me no holds barred at the exact right moment. Returning his mouth to mine he still has a free hand to work with and he slips two long fingers into me pausing when I sharply gasp

“
Oh
God
,
Evan!
” My eyes are closed tight; head pushed back into the pillow gritting my teeth. He knows he
’
s taken this almost too far when he drags his fingers out, and over my clit spreading the wetness over my sex and onto my belly.

“I need you too, so much, my Mia.” He allows the weight of his cock to glide lightly over the folds of my sex before he enters me finally, slowly; almost carefully he pauses and lingers inside of me.

“Ahh, Miiiaa, my God. It
’
s been too long, you feel so fucking good, so wet. I could stay like this forever.” I open my eyes to see my fantastic husband frozen in ecstasy with his face tilted toward the ceiling, his jaw clenches, muscles rippling. He takes a deep breath, and I worry about the side effects of his self-extubation, but as always, he knows what I
’
m thinking.

“Stop, I
’
m
fine
,
” and to prove it, he slides out and thrusts into me deep, shoving my body up the bed. I don
’
t want or need for anything but this. He is everything to me. No one else could evoke the feelings that he does. He fills my heart so completely. There is no room for anything else, just him.

I could easily come at any second, he
’
s brought me to the edge so quickly, but I too want to stay this way forever. I concentrate on individual aspects of the experience instead of allowing it to consume me. His eyes are now locked with mine, and I can see the familiar ring of purple around his iris
e
s, the sharp green that sparkles like crystal. No one I
’
ve ever known has had eyes this color. He continues to pump in and out, sliding to the very tip, teasing and then burying himself in my pool of desire.

I can
’
t distract myself any longer. “
Evan
,
” I say his name with anticipation and warning. “I can
’
t…I can
’
t wait.”

“Don
’
t, just let go,” he says breathlessly as he picks up the pace pinning me to the mattress. He is in control, and it feels so fucking good to let him have it

“
Ahhh God
,
Evan!
” I come and free all the tension of weeks of worry, desperation, and fear. Deep abiding love and adoration pours from my body through my orgasm. I spasm around him wildly like an out of body experience. My soul watches as my body responds to his every movement, his every touch. Before I
’
ve had time to come down from my high, he releases my hands and slides my legs up over his shoulders penetrating and filling me fully. He rides out the storm, our bodies slapping together with an animalistic frenzy until he comes with a roar. Every muscle locks up, sweat trails down his rock hard chest over the mounds of muscle to mix with the ocean of desire between us. There must be a bigger word than love for this, an undiscovered adjective that would adequately describe what this is. I wish I could put into words the way this man makes me feel. The all-encompassing, passionate totally adulated way he treasures me; it
’
s overwhelming, devastating, absolutely addictive.

We exist because of each other, for each other, the two halves of a whole again complete. We can conquer anything, even a deadly brain tumor, resistant surgeon, crazy pasts with threatening demons. Together, we got this.

My handsome, satisfied husband sits relaxed in his hospital bed watching our families interact, opening gifts and eating food catered by his beloved restaurant. He is happy. For one blissful moment in time, he is enjoying himself. I’ve even seen him smile, more than once. Everything he wants is his and I yearn for us to enjoy this feeling long term instead of just temporarily.