Finding Faith (10 page)

As we watched the three interact, the male nurse went one way while Dr. Price and June went toward the pyxis machine that dispensed drugs. They shot us disgusted glances before punching in codes to open the contraption.

Grace whipped her head back in my direction like she’d been stung. “He’s her ex,” she said, quickly clicking the switch to put the beast back in motion.

“Grace, how many people work with you at night?” Please tell me more than you two. Please, please, please.

“Just Faith and me. We call ourselves the crime fightin’ bitches of Chi town, but she hasn’t been much of one lately. Not since...well, never mind.” She snuck another look at the two still standing next to the drug dispenser deep in conversation.

I wanted to go and take care of Dr. Price right then and there but I knew I couldn’t. “So, was it a really bad break up?” I couldn’t figure out why he would talk about Faith that way. A druggie? Not Faith. I didn’t care how long it had been since I’d seen her, I knew she wouldn’t do drugs. Her parents would have killed her. What had happened? Now I knew who the prick was, and his title didn’t matter to me one bit.

“You should probably let Faith tell you. She’s super sensitive about it. Even though it’s total bullshit and nobody believes it.”

Grace wasn’t spilling the beans. When I didn’t say anything, she pushed down on the handle to get the machine moving and took off. “Let’s get out of here,” Grace shuddered.

I played off that I hadn’t seen her reaction. Whatever happened had to have been bad. What did that cocksucker do to Faith?

My temper was getting the better of me again. I had to ask Grace the one thing that had bothered me since the night in the bar because I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” I watched her intently to see if she was going to try to hide the fact that she knew my history with Faith.

I was usually laid back, but seeing Faith stirred up so many emotions I’d pushed down that I didn’t know how to handle them. I felt like the storm before the monsoon. There was one way that would help me manage these sudden surges of wanting to rip people’s heads off. My palms started to sweat more profusely just thinking about sinking my length into her. I couldn’t get her out of my head since I found her. I never thought that day would happen, I’d given up.

“Yeah, you’re John, the new guy,” Grace said. Sure of her answer she looked at me like I was one screw loose of a set.

“I’m more than just the new guy,” I said using air quotes. “I’m Faith’s ex from back home.” Grace didn’t reply, so I kept going. “I was planning to propose to her the night she left me to move here.” I waited again. I watched her, not wanting to miss a single spark of recognition.

“Shit. This is messed up. I had no idea.” Grace’s eyes grew big from shock and her mouth hung open as she said the words slowly.

“You’re telling me.”

“Does she know you planned to propose?”

“No, and don’t tell her. I don’t want her to feel bad.”

Grace pinched her thumb and index fingers together running them from one end of her mouth to the other and said, “I won’t I promise. Unless....”

I watched her suspiciously, “Unless what, Grace?”

“Unless she’s about to make a really stupid mistake. I can’t sit back and watch her ruin her life anymore.”

“Fine,” I agreed, because I was relieved to have her best friend on my side.

What the hell is taking Grace so long? It never failed that whenever the ER called to do a portable she would take forever getting back because her flirting would distract her. She can’t help it. In that respect she’s like a guy thinking with her vagina. Plus, she was helping me avoid Dickhead, who I couldn’t seem to get away from.

On nights I worked with him, which unfortunately for me seemed to be every night, I was a nervous wreck. Back when we dated and wanted to find a place to hide and have sex we never worked together. Now I couldn’t escape the scum bucket.

My heart rate picked up and I felt a panic attack setting in. Geez, what the hell has that man done to me?

I could only clean down the rooms so much and pace before I went manic. It was a rather slow night. If it wasn’t a big drinking night the injured patients were cut down considerably.

As I was about to wear another groove into the ancient yellowed floor with my pacing, I heard the sound of angels singing in the hallway. Well, okay not angels, the portable machine, but to someone who’s about to go nuts wanting something to keep her busy it felt like the same thing.

“Did a lemon truck have an accident with a bleach truck while I was gone?” Grace sauntered in wrinkling her nose. The X-ray cassette was dangling from her hand like she had all the time in the world.

“The poor guy could be dead already with how fast you move,” I grumbled snatching the cassette from her. “You really want to visit me downstairs don’t you? Who did you run into this time?” I snapped.

I walked away shaking my head at her, not waiting for her to tell me.

I went into the magic transporter that Mike loved and was taken to my safe haven. Instantly the orange glow in the room settled my heart back down where it belonged, letting me relax for a minute. After I slid the film onto the cold silver tray to get developed I turned to lean against the counter, resting my head in my arms wishing I could be anywhere but here.

I was already irritated because of the way I made John leave and now I had to work with Brad again. This night was horrendous.

I hadn’t been able to get John out of my head since the night I kicked him out. The look in his eyes when I asked him to leave made me want to crumble. I never figured I would care about him not being in my apartment, but now that he had been there I wanted him back.

It had only been about a week but I felt like the hole that had been patched up after I moved here had been knocked down with a bulldozer. I had a constant ache in my chest that just wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t sure I would be able to rebuild the wall this time. Seeing him made me realize how much I missed him.

I could still feel the heat of his lips brushing against mine. The pressure of his tongue sweeping along mine sending tingles down my spine, our breath mixing together making us one. He was always so caring and concerned with what I wanted. He was the best boyfriend I’d ever had.

Those big arms that had always made me feel safe all those years ago brought those memories crashing back. How I wished his arms were around me now to help push everything bad away. I would do anything to have them wrapped around me, hiding me from Brad’s evil accusations.

Sometimes when you wish for something hard enough it can feel like it’s truly happening even though you know it’s impossible. I could feel John’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. The body heat that I had remembered from the night he came to me after the bar flooded back into my senses, making me get a knot in my stomach, wanting more.

His faint, clean, musky smell lingered in my nose. Soft open mouth kisses were sprinkled along the back of my neck, causing me to stiffen with a need that shot down into my pussy with a wetness that I couldn’t stop. It all felt too real and I didn’t want it to stop.

I started to weep quietly. This room gave me the chance to let it out without witnesses, the orange glow keeping me warm along with the thought of John.

I only felt this torn apart one other time in my life, when my sisters stopped talking to me. My heart was broken with a void that would never get filled.

The massive feeling of loss overtook me and hot tears streamed down my face in full force. How could I have been so stupid to let him go when all he ever wanted for me was to be happy?

Even the last night I ran away from him that was all he had tried to do. My body started to shake. All I could do was apologize for having hurt him. The words coming out as a whisper in the air meant for me.

I was no longer leaning on the counter, now I was up right. The arms I imagined around me earlier tightened, pulling me closer to the heat that I was aching and craving for and hadn’t realized I’d missed until he came crashing back into my life.

A rough voice whispered tenderly into my hair, “Please don’t cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

The voice I heard practically made me come on the spot. Then gentle, open-mouthed kisses were placed across the back of my neck, stopping under my ear right at the sensitive spot he knew so well, leaving goose bumps in their wake. It was the most amazing feeling. I could have stood there all day with those sensations coursing through my veins.

While in a trance from the glorious kisses, I was spun around, coming face to face with John. A few gasping and haggard breaths escaped me while I tried to process that he was really here with me.

I pressed my hands into his chest, rubbing to make myself believe that is was really happening. The soft glow of the light made him look like a dream. He was the sun fighting off the eclipse that was taking over my heart.

With strong, calloused hands he cupped both of my cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears under my eyes that had now become slow trickles. While I concentrated on bringing my nerves down, I stared into shiny eyes showing concern for me, telling me I would be all right. His eyes always told me exactly how he felt for me.

Once my breathing was back to what could be considered normal, John bent down, planting a soft kiss against first one corner of my mouth then the other.

A small sigh escaped me. Was I dreaming? This was too fantastic not to be. When he made full contact with my lips they went up in flames. I let out a deep moan. John took advantage, letting the tip of his tongue slip inside and taste me. I melted into him, letting all the feeling of love and regret that I didn’t give him the last time come out. I shouldn’t be doing it, but now I just needed to feel love from somebody.

He pulled away and I groaned. His emerald eyes were focused on me, studying my face. “I knew you still loved me,” he said, trying to hide his smile. But my eyes had already adjusted to the dim lighting and I could see his pearly whites peeking from between his lips. Before I could tell him I thought he was a cocky ass, his mouth went over mine again.

He roamed down my neck, giving me small butterfly kisses and nibbles as he went. One hand pulled me against his hard body to feel his even harder cock, telling me exactly what he wanted, adding a thrust to tease me.

The other hand slid down along the side of my body, gliding past a breast down to my hip, giving it a rough, desperate squeeze while a deep growl came from his chest igniting my panties.

He came back up to my mouth, attacking it like a starving man, not asking for it but taking it with a nip to my top lip and thrust sweeping inside me from the roof to my tongue tempting me into playing.

The hand that was at my hip wasn’t at its final destination. He had other ideas. With our lips still locked together, his hand slipped between us to my stomach and headed farther south. When I felt his hand pass under the top of my scrub pants I gasped in surprise. The small noise I made set him off, diving deeper into my mouth, taking more. His hand went down the outside of my panties feeling the wetness he’d help create.

For the first time since he told me not to cry, he pulled away from our impassioned kiss and spoke into my ear with a sex riddled rasp, “I need to feel your soaked pussy. I won’t be satisfied feeling you through these panties and you won’t either. I want to lick your juices off my fingers.”

I convulsed at his words. My forehead fell onto his shoulder and I let the extreme feelings take over. If it wasn’t already dark in the room I would have been in the dark anyway. I was on the verge of blacking out from euphoria and he’d hardly done anything to me. The only reasoning I could surmise behind the extreme sensations was because I had denied them the first time in my condo. Why did I do that again? Oh,right, he needs someone better.

“I let you get away once, Faith, I won’t let it happen again.”

His hand trailed through my slit and two of his fingers found me. He pumped them in and out, making me wetter than I already was, finger fucking any coherent thought I could have right out of my head. I couldn’t even remember where we were I was so captured in him.

The next thing I was aware of my pants were pulled down and I was on the edge of the counter. In one swift motion he removed my shoes and pants the rest of the way, parting my legs farther so he could gain better access.