Road to Redemption (14 page)

When she had finally finished, she slowly licked her fingers for any remaining gooey mess.  He didn’t even remember eating his own sundae, or if he finished it. Once she was done, he picked hers up and went to get rid of the containers. He was done with food for the night.

“It’s later,” he said, pulling her to her feet. Resting his hands on her hips, he bent down to capture her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, got on her tiptoes and pushed her body closer to his. They stood there, lips locked, sampling each other’s mouths until she finally broke away panting.

Reaching for his hand, she led him into her bedroom, stopping a few steps before the bed.  Turning to face him, she untied the bow at her waist and the dress parted open, giving him a peek of what was underneath. Opening her dress wide, she flashed him a big smile and let the garment slide to the floor.

“Shit.” He let out a breath. “You weren’t kidding.”

His eyes took in the sight of her standing there in a black bra squeezing and lifting her breasts together, giving her extra cleavage. The bra had an overlay of see-through black netting with a single red rose in the center covering the clasp.

Down her tiny waist his eyes traveled, landing on the black netting garter belt that had a few red roses embroidered throughout.  Where the garter belt ended, see-through black panties started, hiding nothing of what was underneath.  The silk straps of the belt each had one red rose on the end disguising the clasp that held up each sheer black stocking, leading into the black-heeled boots she was still wearing.

But that wasn’t end of it.  She attempted to turn in a full circle. Only once he got a glimpse of the back, he stopped her.  What he thought was sheer black panties were actually a thong with one red rose at the V entering her cheeks.

“Wow,” he whispered.

With her back to him, he walked the few steps forward placing his large hands around her, covering her breasts. Kneading her while he dropped his head, he began to place light kisses on her neck and shoulder. 

She was arching into him, her bare backside pushing against his hardness, clearly visible though his pants.

His fingers found the rose in the center of her bra, undid the clasp, parting the sheer material and filling his hands.  Pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger, his mouth became more aggressive, moving from kisses to gentle bites.

He reached her earlobe and gently pulled it into his mouth, her moans coming through loud and clear.

“I’m going to keep you facing this way for a while,” he whispered roughly, causing her to arch into him again. She was like putty in his hands.

He pulled the dangling bra from her body, returned his hands, and continued to caress her.

She lifted her hands over her head and behind her, then threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place while he continued to run his tongue over each and every groove of her shoulders and neck.

Finally his hands made their way down her waist, to her hips. He leaned back so he could see every move he made on her body, then he ran them over each round globe, massaging more as he went. 

Hooking his thumbs under the thin straps of her thong, he pulled it down her legs. “Step out of it,” he ordered roughly.

She did as she was told, then his hands found their way to the front of her, seeking her warmth and wetness. He began to rub up and down and in between her legs. Her moans turned to purrs.  He had to be inside her and it had to be right this minute. Any control he had was gone at that moment.

Bending her over at the waist, he pushed her onto the bed.  The sight of her half lying over the bed on her stomach in her garter belt and stockings with those high-heeled boots made him pause. He was torn between wanting to stare at the magnificence before him, or sink into her welcoming warmth. 

He shook his head to clear it. With hurried movements he undid his pants and readied himself. Lifting her hips up to meet him better, he smoothly slid inside of her from behind.

Her purrs turned to shouts while he fought not to end the sweet torture too soon. “Stop moving,” he said when she tried to back into him more fully. “Give me a second here,” he softened his command, grasping her hips tighter.

She was having none of it. Grabbing his hand, she directed him where she needed it the most, urging him to bring her to a place of ecstasy.

He understood her silent plea for release and continued to give her what she wanted, holding her in place so he could draw it out longer for himself. He kept rubbing and caressing her the way she liked, all the while listening to her moans of encouragement for what felt the best. He wanted to please her above anything else.

When he felt her start to tighten around him he pushed in deeper, held her still, his body locking in place inside of her. The only motion was the increased movement of his hand causing her to scream out gloriously. 

He held her like that, not stopping his hand until the last contraction was wrung from her body, marveling at every twitch and contraction that her muscles made around him.

She lay there panting while he tried to regain some power back. He wasn’t nearly done with her.  A few deep breaths, that was all he needed.

Once he felt he had his body under control, he pulled out of her and flipped her over on her back keeping her feet on the floor.  He positioned himself inside her once more and slowly started to slide in and out at a steady even pace, watching her come alive again.

He loved watching her face as she made that climb. She was so expressive in her movements and her emotions.  It was almost as exciting to watch, as it was to be inside of her. Almost, but not quite.

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, silently telling him what she needed again. He loved that she did that. She knew what she wanted, what she needed, and she didn’t leave him guessing. 

It was easy to figure out what she liked best, as her moans grew louder and more aggressive when he deepened his touch and tried new things.

He started to pick up his pace and her back lifted off the bed.  “Put your hands on my hips. Hold me. Go faster,” she directed.

He did as she demanded, watching in shock when her own hand slid down between her legs. A new hunger took control of him while she touched herself.  He watched her bring her body to that point of pleasure as he pumped in and out of her.

“Oh God. Now, Jack. Faster, harder, now.” She groaned, moving her hand at the same speed as his hips, exploding around him, gripping him tight, pulling him in deeper and until he was lost. His shout overshadowing her scream.

***

“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asked an hour later, watching him start to dress, hoping she kept the hurt out of her voice.

But he heard it, she saw. Causing him to hesitate for a brief moment. Reluctantly, he continued to zip his pants up. “Sorry, but I should. The last time I was out all night it took me an hour to clean up Roxy’s mess.”

“Oh no.” She tried to hide her smile but ended up giggling. “Bet that wasn’t fun. Poor girl though.”

“Poor me,” he corrected. “And it’s not the mess you are thinking of.  She’s smart,” he said proudly. “She lets herself in and out through the dog door to go to the bathroom. But she was ticked off I didn’t come home and took it out on my pillows.”

Comfortable in her own skin, Cori pushed herself up to her elbows, giving him a view of her naked breasts. “Sounds like my kind of dog.”

He grunted. “Yeah, well next time you can spend an hour cleaning up feathers.”

“She missed you,” Cori explained. “Can’t say that I blame her. I miss you from my bed already,” she said with a big sappy grin.

He reached down, wrapped his hand in her hair. “Don’t stop,” he said roughly.

“Don’t stop what?” She wanted to hear him say the words.

He frowned in annoyance at her question, but complied anyway. “Don’t stop missing me from your bed.” He gave her another brief kiss. “I’ll lock up behind me. Sleep well.”

Oh, she would. He didn’t want her to stop missing him, she thought excitedly.  Maybe, just maybe Dr. Reynolds was coming out of hiding.

It had been five days since their date and there had been little communication and even less contact.  Jack had been on-call and it seemed like every night there was some form of emergency causing him to work late. 

They did send a few text messages to each other in that time, but not much more. When she saw him standing in line at the donut shop, she took advantage of it.

“Hiya,” she said, grabbing Jack’s waist from behind, giving it a gentle squeeze. She giggled when he jumped and looked around nervously. 

“Hi,” he said quickly.

“What, are you suddenly going to start acting shy again?” She teased when she noticed him looking around at the passersby. “Even after Sat—”

He cut her off by placing his order and then added her usual sugared coffee and jelly donut to go with it.

She grinned at his interruption, but played along. “Thanks,” she said, taking her donut and coffee from the counter while he waited for his breakfast to be cooked. “I heard you had a rough one last night,” she said sympathetically.

“Yes. Gang fight, lots of broken bones to put back together. Thankfully everyone lived and no bullet holes to repair.”

He accepted his breakfast and looked down to see her wiping white powder from her fingers on her lipstick-red scrubs. She watched him narrow his eyes on a tiny pair of lips attached to red headband and shake his head. She wore the craziest things on purpose. She loved watching his reaction to her clothing.  Oddly enough, he always kept his opinion to himself, though.

“They seem to get younger every day. Makes me kind of sick,” he said after he took a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, you get used to it here.  Not as many gang related injuries as other bigger cities. But we get our fair share.”

As they headed toward the elevator, she suggested, “I’ll walk with you for a bit.”

He hesitated and looked around again.

She got annoyed. “What? Embarrassed to be seen with me?” She stopped walking and placed a hand on her hip, forcing him to stop with her.

“What? No,” he assured her hastily. “It’s that I don’t like being the subject of gossip. I’m cautious, that’s all.”

“Oh.” She waved, dismissing his concern and started walking again. “That bus left a long time ago.”

“What do you mean?” he asked worriedly.

“You’ve been the subject of gossip since you arrived,” she said with a grin and a wink.

He hesitated. “About what?”

“Duh. Have you looked in a mirror? You’re pretty hot, you know.” She smiled up at him. “A young single doctor joining the staff is always subject for conversation.”

He had to be aware of the grapevine in the hospital, and she bet he hated it. 

Cori knew that he was a widow. Thankfully she’d heard it from Brooke and not the nurse’s grapevine. So she knew the truth, or bits and pieces of it. It’s just no one had ever brought it up. Matter of fact, everyone steered clear of the topic, at least in his presence.  She really wished he would talk about it but didn’t know how to broach the subject. But then again, she didn’t really know what they had right now between them.  That was another topic that hadn’t come up. Were they dating, boyfriend and girlfriend? She hoped he didn’t think of her as a friend with benefits. She might have to hurt him if that was the case.

She knew he would never allow her to give him a kiss in the hallway, or even a hug, so she settled with grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.  He smiled, but still looked at her questioningly.

She explained, “Sorry, I needed to get my hands on you for a minute. It’s that hotness thing.”

He returned the squeeze. “Goes both ways.” Then he walked into his office.

She turned with a bounce and rushed away. “Progress,” she whispered to herself with a smile.

***

Progress was slow when you didn’t get to spend any time with a person. 

Another reason she avoided dating doctors. They always worked. Unless of course they were Chiropractors or Dermatologists. But she never really thought of them as real doctors anyway. 

A full two weeks had passed, and the only times she and Jack managed to be alone were a few brief conversations at work. And since Jack wasn’t much of a conversationalist those few moments were almost nonexistent. And because it was at work, they really weren’t alone.

Except for one night when he stopped by her apartment for what she teased was a booty call on her part. Not that she had intended it to be that.

She had suggested they have dinner together even though she knew he was on-call. And like the last pizza they shared, she decided to jump him the minute he walked in the door in case he got called in. 

It turned out to be good thinking on her part as his phone went off the minute their breathing returned to normal.  He got up, dressed, apologized and gave her a quick kiss as he rushed out the door. 

She was trying not to let it bother her. She knew what she was getting into.  That was part of the reason she chose the floating position, so she could have normal working hours.

Even though she didn’t consistently work in the same department, or even the same hours, it was still first shift and weekdays. Most of the other nurses her age were working nights and weekends and never saw their significant others or family members.

Deciding it was past time for the two of them to have some time together, she hatched a plan.

***

“I know you aren’t on-call this weekend,” she said a day later. “I thought maybe we could make plans for Saturday night.”

Jack looked up from the file he was reading at his desk.  He had gotten behind with his patients again. His office never seemed to run as smoothly as when Cori worked with him. “Sure. What do you have in mind?” he asked, hoping she didn’t suggest a surprise again.

“How about I surprise you this time?” she asked excitedly.

That was a first for Jack. He was almost afraid to think of what kind of date she would plan to surprise him with. But he didn’t want to burst her bubble.

He had been missing her smile lately.  Working too much, he didn’t get to spend much time with her. “Ah, OK,” he said, hedging a bit nervously.

“Don’t look so scared.  You’ll be happy, I promise.” She got up from the chair, walked to the door and shut it slightly without closing it all the way.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a warning tone.

“Nothing scandalous. Geez.” She walked over to him after double-checking that no one could see them if walking by.

“I need a kiss.  Just a quick one.” She leaned down to him in his chair and placed a quick kiss on his lips. But he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. Her mouth opened under his and drew his tongue in, then bit down to tease. 

He couldn’t keep the groan from escaping his lips and he knew he was going to have to stop her before he embarrassed both of them. In a minute. After he got a better taste of her.

Deepening the kiss a bit more, he returned the move to her, pulling her tongue into his mouth, but holding onto it longer while his hands moved over her hips.

The sounds of distant voices broke them apart and bought them back to reality. “So much for a quick kiss,” she commented when he pulled down her shirt that he had managed to slide his hands under.

“Get back to work,” she said teasingly. “I’ll text you with a few details in a day or so.” Then she turned to leave.  She stopped and paused, turning around before she reached the door. “Think of me tonight,” she ordered him before she walked out the door, disappearing around the corner.

Like he had much of a choice.