Hotshot (28 page)

“Because I don’t want her anywhere near you, and I can’t stand to be around her. Knowing she cornered you infuriates me. The first time you see her should have been with me, so I could protect you. Either way, it got worse.”

“Worse?”

“She mistook my indifference, and when it was time for the actual ultrasound, she reached for my hand.”

“Oh,” is all I can say.

“I remained in place, not acknowledging her. That pissed her off again, and when the tech couldn’t determine the gender because of the baby’s position, Sasha went on a rampage again. She blamed you and Nicky for upsetting her.”

“That’s ridiculous!” I argue.

“I know.”

“Outside of the gender, is the baby okay?”

“Yes, everything looks good.”

I lean into his chest, both of us quiet. After a few minutes, he reluctantly lets me go and we walk, hand in hand, back to the nurse’s station.

“Wake me up when you get in.” He kisses my forehead sweetly.

“I’ll go home tonight. You have to work tomorrow.”

He pauses, lifting my chin so I’m forced to look at him. Fiery determination flares in his eyes. “My bed. After today, we both need it.”

I nod in agreement, and he makes me promise twice before he finally leaves. As soon as the elevator doors shut, the weight of the day washes over me, and I’m exhausted. I go back to my folders, glad for the monotony of the project.

Out of nowhere, a crazy idea pops into my head. I try to shake it off, but it keeps coming back.

I can’t go through with it, can I? Is it selfish… or selfless?

Can I do this to him?

The answer is yes. He’s too worried about me. He’s not focused on what’s most important because he’s too scared I’m going to break, and that’s my fault.

I practically run down the hall, talking to myself the whole time, hoping it’s not too late. Evie’s in her office reviewing patient charts.

“Bizzy, you okay?” She gives me a sympathetic look.

“I want in. I want to go to Charlotte. Please, tell me it’s not too late,” I blurt out.

She studies me for a minute, my words hanging in the air. Then her face breaks into a wide smile. “It’s not too late.”

There’s a small tinge of guilt, but Shaw will understand…

He has to.

Because I’m doing this for him.

Shaw

I should let her sleep.
I stare at her from across the room and adjust the towel around my waist. My dick is already hard, scraping uncomfortably against the terrycloth.

Fuck it. I want her, NOW.

I drop the towel and move quickly, sliding into bed next to her. She barely stirs, giving a breathy whimper when my arms circle her waist. It’s only been five hours since I was inside her, listening to her come apart over and over, but my cock turns to stone, begging to get back.

My lips run across her shoulder and up her neck, nibbling on the soft skin and breathing in her signature scent. Everything smells like coconut and lime, and I press against her naked body, hoping my own body wash mixes with hers and I will smell like us today.

I need this. I need her.

More than I need air, I need her.

She’s hiding something from me, something big. It’s in her eyes, in the tone of her voice. She thinks I can’t tell, but she’s fucking crazy. I know when something’s on her mind, and for the last week, she’s hidden it from me. I haven’t pushed because getting her through the funeral was my first priority. But now, it’s over, and it’s time for her to unload. No more of this secrecy.

One of my hands moves to cup her breast, and she moans, her own hand finding mine. I graze the tip of a finger over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Her heartbeat quickens, beating against our palms, and I know she’s awake. My mouth moves to her ear, nipping a path along her jawline and rubbing my stubble against her cheek. Her breath catches as she awakens fully and twists into me.

“Morning.” Her morning rasp does something to me, increasing my desire.

“Beautiful,” is my only response.

“What time is it?”

“Who cares?” I skim my other hand slowly down her side, over her hip, and straight between her legs. She spreads for me, hitching her ankle around my calf, and giving me full access. I start slow, gently gliding my fingers along her clit, then her folds, testing her. The instant my fingertips hit her entrance, they’re slick.

“Baby, you’re ready for me.”

“Always.” Her words are like music to my ears, and I slide two fingers inside, feeling her muscles tighten.

She lets out a little purr, bucking into my hand. There’s a hint of her own need in that sound, and it spurs my dick to twitch into her lower back. She slinks an arm around, sliding it between our bodies, and wraps her hand around me, using her thumb to circle my head.

It never fails. With the slightest touch, I’m transformed back to a horny teenage boy, wanting to blow my load. I’ve never had a stamina problem in my life, but Bizzy owns me—heart, body, and apparently dick. He reacts to her as if he’s never had her and is starving. My balls tighten and I nip on the sensitive skin of her neck while working my fingers inside her pussy.

She starts to stroke, and I move faster, thrusting my fingers and grazing my thumb over her clit. She has to come soon because I’m not leaving here this morning until she’s come at least three times.

Her breathing quickens as she pushes her face further into her pillow. I twist my fingers, circling them inside her, then drumming them against her inner walls. She starts to pant, her thighs shaking against my own. I know she’s close when she moans again.

“Come for me,” I demand in her ear and move my thumb to flick her clit once more.

She starts to convulse, squeezing my dick so hard, I groan in response. She comes, rumbling under her breath and digging her nails into my hand still on her breast.

I don’t give her a chance to come down, as I move fast, gliding down her body. She’s forced to let me go and move her leg when I land between her legs and push my tongue into her. Her knees are over my shoulders, and she bows off the bed when I suck hard, tasting her orgasm mixed with the remains of me from last night. I can’t get enough of her, and she twists against my face as I fuck her with my tongue.

This is what I need, to have her everywhere on me. My lips, my face, my fingers, my hand… all day, she will be with me. A reminder of this morning. She will have to know I am thinking of her, too. Because each time I lick my lips, there will be a reminder.

She presses up, her hands in my hair, screaming loud as I take her one orgasm into another. My entire lower body starts to shake, knees barely supporting me as I move up her body and kiss every inch of her flawless skin. My mouth goes to the neglected nipple, biting hard, then licking away the sting. She cries out, throwing her legs around my hips and rubbing her moisture against my throbbing dick.

He takes the invitation, slipping in until she takes over, taking me in as deep as I can go. Our hipbones clash, and I’m a goner. She has me beat. I am no longer in charge. My mind tries to regain some control, but it’s useless. Bizzy has me in her hold. The coiling in my stomach turns into an inferno, wanting to erupt, but I mentally beg for a few minutes inside her before I explode.

Our mouths clash together, and when she bites my lower lip lightly, it drives me wild. My body moves against hers, my balls swelling with every thrust. I tear away from her mouth in time to see her lips curl as she locks eyes with mine.

Her eyes change to the shade of ice blue that I love so much, as she licks one finger and moves it between us, circling where my dick is thrusting into her.

Oh shit, if she touches herself, I’m done.

There’s a glimmer in her eyes; this is a game.

She’s testing me, and I will fail…

I brace myself on an elbow and grab her wrist, bringing it to my own mouth, sucking her finger, and holding it between my teeth. Her eyes roll back as I pummel into her, praying she’s close again.

The small vein in her throat starts to pulse, and I know she’s almost there. I pull out and slam back into her, as she flies apart and I let go, pouring into her. Sparks fly through my body as she shakes below, and I barely register my cries of pleasure.

She scrapes her finger out of my mouth and throws her arms around my shoulders. Her neck, arms, and back arch into me as I fight to hold steady. I continue to pump into her, pressing my head against her neck and hoping I don’t crush her when my elbow gives out.

We stay glued together for several minutes. Our chests beat out of rhythm until finally, they find it together, and I kiss a random pattern around her lips.

“You got yourself dirty again,” she whispers.

“On purpose. I want you on me all day.”

“That’s kinda hot.”

“I love you,” I declare with each peck on her lips.

She nods against my face, and I feel the tension starts to creep back between us.

“Tell me what you’re keeping from me.”

She runs her nails lightly down my jaw, scraping the light facial hair she loves. “Get through today, and I promise to tell you. But I want you to know, I love you, too. With all my heart.”

“That’s all I can ask for.”

I lay my head on her chest to feel her racing heart. Her loving me is all that should matter, but I need more. So much more.

I shift to the side and situate her close. “I wish you would reconsider. Come with me today.”

“I can’t, Shaw. This isn’t my battle. She’s likely to go crazy, and I want this to be between the two of you.”

“She may flip out, but it doesn’t change anything. It’s time she knows.”

“Why have you waited so long to tell her about us?”

Bizzy’s question floods me with guilt; she obviously thinks I’ve been hiding her.

I roll to my side and lift her chin. Her innocence in this kills me.

“Because I’m an idiot. It was purely for protection, but that was stupid. After today, she’ll know. I’ve never wanted to hide you, but all this shit got in the way.”

“I understand.” Her eyes find mine, full of sympathy.

“Tonight, we will discuss what’s on your mind, what you’ve been hiding.”

She burrows in my chest and nods. There’s a rumble that comes out something like, “MDN.”

“Did you say MDN?”

She nods again.

“With my brothers?”

Another nod.

“What the fuck?” I scoot back and down at the same time, seeing her face pale.

“I need to tell you all together. It’s about my work, and I’m going to need support.”

My mind goes into overdrive, pissed that she wants a group, but excited she trusts my family. Then my mind jumps to the conclusion she is leaving the Pediatric Oncology Group.

Fucking finally.

I try to hide my excitement by kissing her deeply and easing out of the bed, only breaking away when I have to step back. She covers herself with the rumpled sheet, watching me disappear into the closet.

Mission accomplished. I’m absolutely covered in everything Bizzy.

“Hey,” I say breezily, walking into Caldwell’s conference room.

Sasha sits straighter, eyeing me wearily, as her lawyer gives me a slight wave. Caldwell chuckles, knowing my mood is light because I called him on the way here, explaining the way I wanted to handle this meeting.

I sit and pour a glass of water, pushing the folder in front of me to the side.

“How are you today, Sasha?”

She gives me a grin and sits up, offering a glass to me to fill. “Great.”

“Awesome. I’ve asked you here to iron out some details and to be sure we are on the same page with the baby.”

She sits back, waiting.

“I know there was an unfortunate altercation with my brother and Bizzy last week. I will not apologize. I understand you caught them off-guard, and in their defense, they just learned of a death of a young patient they were close to. He died of childhood leukemia.”

The room goes still, and she has the decency to look shocked.

“However, with that being said, my brother made you uncomfortable, and that will not happen again.”

“I think I can overlook his bad manners during a rough time, Ren. He’s a huge football star with a lot on his mind. I’ll accept his apology.” She sits back, making a point to hold her stomach, and looks at me smugly. “This is his niece or nephew.”