Unpredictable Love (10 page)

She paused.

Trent frowned. “It’s okay. We don’t have
to,” he said, withdrawing his hand.

She put hers on his arm, and he quieted
down. “I do. I do want to. But first, there’s something I really
need to tell you.” She bit her lip. Could she tell him now, that
she wasn’t Amber? She hadn’t been prepared for this. But was it
fair to have sex with him, when he thought she was someone else?
Her heart beat quickened, waiting for his reply.

“
Tell me? Are you married?”

“
No.”

“
Have some terrible
disease?”

“
No.”

“
Then, whatever it is can wait. My
prayers have been answered. I’ve waited long enough.”

“
Prayers?” She cocked an
eyebrow.

“
I’ve been living in darkness for so
long. Everything’s a giant void. I need to touch you, feel you
against me. You don’t know how hard this is. I need to feel
life.”

“
You’re right. I have no idea what
you’re going through.”

“
It’s Hell. I don’t like to complain.
No one to complain to anyway. The nurses here work real hard. I try
not to make their job harder.”

“
It’s lonely?”

“
That’s putting it mildly. It’s like
living in a black hole.”

Jory’s eyes watered. She cupped his cheek.
Trent turned his head to kiss her palm.

“
I’m here,” she uttered in a shaky
voice. That clinched it. She’d have to keep her secret, because he
needed her, no matter who she was, and she refused to disappoint
him.

He reached out, and she met him half way. He
walked his fingers along her jaw, pulling her lips to his. He
angled his head to deepen the kiss. Fire started inside, taking
control of her mind and heart, pushing out all other thoughts.

She broke first, to lower his hand to her
chest. He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.

“
Help a guy out here.”

“
You’re doing fine. Good
practice.”

“
Practice? You mean, we’re going to do
this again?”
For as long as we
can.

“
I don’t want to hurry, but…” he said,
pushing himself to a more vertical sitting position.

“
How can we do this at all? With your
bandages, cast, and all?”

“
Carefully. Very carefully.” He
slipped his hospital gown down and off his torso.

Jory sucked in air at the sight of him. He
was all muscle. His pecs were firm and covered lightly with dark
hair, tempting her fingers.

“
Wow. You’re really…fit.” She
flattened her palm on him.

“
No fair. You get to see me, and I
don’t get to see you.”

“
You’re…amazing. In shape. Good
shape.” She nodded.

“
I have your picture. I can see you in
my mind. But you’re dressed!”

A pang of guilt shot through her, but
she brushed it aside.
“Barely,” she said, heat
suffusing her cheeks. “Use your imagination.”

He laughed. “Come closer.” He patted the bed
next to him.

She slipped her top off and shucked her
shoes. After he moved over, she removed her skirt, folded it
carefully, put it on the chair, and climbed on.

“
What are you wearing?”

“
Panties and a bra.”

“
That’s all?”

“
Uh huh.”

He waved his arm in front of her. She nabbed
his wrist and guided his hand to her waist. He tickled her, sliding
his palm up. His strong arm drew her to him. His hand snaked around
behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall. He closed his
fingers around her breasts, eliciting a groan from her.

“
Yes,” she muttered.

“
You’re soft.” He lowered his face to
nuzzle her flesh, but couldn’t get all the way down.

Jory pushed herself higher, allowing him to
kiss and fondle her. He mumbled small compliments as he explored
her body. She drank in the scent of aftershave mixed with soap and
Trent’s maleness.

Jory slid her hands down his back, digging
her fingertips into his muscles a bit, skirting any cuts and
bruises, trying not to hurt him.

“
I don’t know what parts of you are
sore and what aren’t,” she whispered in his ear.

“
My hands, my lips and my dick are
okay.”

She giggled as he lifted her breast to his
mouth. Jory shifted, pulling her legs up under her, sitting on her
haunches. She arched her back, making her chest more easily reached
by the staff sergeant.

His hands gripped her hips, raising her to
his lap. A hiss of pain escaped his mouth. “Careful! Move forward.
Sit on my stomach.”

She followed his order, sliding her hips
away from his thigh. She placed her hands on his pecs, leaning
there to steady herself. He rebalanced his weight, feeling around
until he palmed her butt then squeezed.

“
Take ’em off. Please.”

“
What?”

“
The panties. They gotta
go.”

“
Aye, aye. Is that an
order?”

“
Are we gonna play that game?” He
cocked his head.

She giggled. “Just a joke. Whatever you
say.”

“
Hmm, a female who knows how to take
orders. Sounds good to me.”

She laughed. Trent swung his hand toward the
nightstand.

“
What do you want?” she
asked.

“
In the drawer.”

She slid it open and pulled out the packet
inside.

“
A condom? Where did that come
from?”

“
A good friend who’s been in my
shoes.”

“
Who?”

“
Dan,” he said, putting the packet on
his chest.

Her brows shot up, but she stopped herself
before speaking. Instead, she lowered her hand to his crotch to
find him quite erect.

He glided his palm down her flat stomach.
“The panties. Lose ’em. Please.”

She bounded off the bed, yanked them down,
and tossed them on the chair. “Starkers.”

He smiled. “Great. Come back. Let me touch
you.”

She grasped his right hand with hers
as his left kept his position stable. She smiled to herself that it
was kind of like mounting a horse.
A very
handsome, human horse.

“
You’re so warm,” she said, returning
her hands to his chest.

“
You’re making me like
that.”

“
Good.”

“
You’re not exactly an iceberg.” He
chortled.

He leaned in to kiss her. Jory aimed her
mouth at his as his fingers slid down her thigh to her knee, then
up again. His thumb felt for the juncture between her thighs. She
tried to part her legs a little without upsetting his position, or
falling off the bed, or losing her liplock. Unable to do all three,
she sat back.

“
We can’t do everything at
once.”

“
You’re right. Save the kissing.” His
thumb hit pay dirt.

Jory closed her eyes. Her head tilted back
as he stroked her, easing it inside.

“
You’re wet.”

“
Ya think?”

He laughed. “Didn’t think a banged up guy
like me could get a pretty girl like you going.”

“
Don’t underestimate yourself,” she
said, her breathing irregular.

He repositioned his hand then slipped two
fingers in. She gasped.

“
I didn’t hurt you, did I? You’re not
a virgin, are you?” He quickly withdrew.

She snickered. “Not exactly.”

“
What does that mean? I mean, a
beautiful—”

“
Okay, okay. I get it about the beauty
part. You can stop. No, you’re not my first lover. Not that I’ve
slept with every guy in town, but I’ve had a few relationships.
It’s been a while’s all.”

“
Whew. Okay. Where were we?” She
guided his hand back to her center, where he resumed
exploring.

“
You wouldn’t make love to me if I was
a virgin?” She stopped moving.

“
I prefer not to deflower, if
possible.”

“
Why?”

“
Too much of a commitment.”

“
Like she’s going to expect
marriage?”

“
Something like that.”

Jory clammed up.

“
Is that good?” he asked, continuing
to caress her.

“
It’s amazing. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled softly. “Love a girl who knows
what she wants.” He nipped at her peak, while sliding his fingers
in and out in an ever-increasing rhythm.

She panted. “Let’s do it.” Heat gathered
inside, spiraling up, filling her body. She needed him.

“
Wait, you first,” he
responded.

“
Why?”

“
I’ll tell you later. Come for me.
Come for me, Jory,” he whispered in her ear.

He lowered his head to give a few hard sucks
on her nipple, sending her over the edge. She braced herself,
curling her fingers around his shoulders, as release claimed her.
Her muscles contracted, and her body stiffened. Pleasure flowed
through her, to her fingertips, while he continued stroking
her.

As soon as it subsided, she was too
sensitive to be touched and pushed his hand away.

“
Did you?”

“
You couldn’t tell?”

“
Can’t see, remember?” There was an
edge to his tone.

“
I’m sorry. I meant, I thought you
could feel it.”

“
Yeah, wow. Good. Great!”

“
Now, it’s your turn. How can we
maneuver this?”

“
I’m gonna need help with this.” He
held out the condom.

He pushed the covers down, releasing his
dick, which sprang free. She stared. He looked pretty big. While he
leaned back, she ripped the packet open carefully and grasped
him.

“
What are you waiting for?” The
tension in his voice snapped her to attention.

“
Nothing, nothing. You’re pretty big.
I hope it fits.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. Never had a
problem before.”

“
If you say so.” She took hold of him
and slowly unraveled the protection down his shaft.

He moaned beneath her touch. “Oh, God. Hurry
up. I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”

“
Okay. You’re safe,” she said, tossing
the wrapper on the table. “Now what?”

“
You ride me like Roy Rogers rode
Trigger.”

“
You mean, like Dale Evens rode
whatever her horse’s name was.”

He chuckled. “Take your pick, honey.”

She swung her leg around, straddling his
hips, but trying to stay away from his cast. By accident, her foot
bumped it. He stiffened.

“
I’m sorry, so sorry. Maybe we
shouldn’t…”

His hand groped around her face then rested
over her mouth. “It’s okay. A little pain’ll slow this down a bit.
Not a bad thing. Are you ready?”

“
Yep.”

He reached under her and grabbed himself.
Her hand closed over his, guiding him to her. Trent rubbed himself
up and down a few times to lubricate the condom then eased toward
her opening. When she felt him in the right spot, she lowered
herself.

“
Holy mother of God!” he
said.

“
What? What’s the matter?”

“
Not a damn thing. Jesus, you’re
tight.”

“
Too tight?”

“
Just right. It’s perfect,” he
gasped.

He shifted his palm to her shoulder and
gently pushed her down, until he was buried deep inside. They
groaned at the same time as he filled her. Jory couldn’t believe
he’d rekindled hot desire. She began to move.

“
Don’t rush. I’m gonna go too fast
anyway.”

She didn’t reply, but slowed her movements.
Up and down, she rotated her hips slightly too, smiling when he
moaned approval. Then, the fire got too hot. She needed to come and
began to move faster and faster.

“
Whoa,” he said, gripping her
hip.

“
Faster, faster. I need it. I want
it,” she ground out.

He got her drift and clamped his lips shut,
as a blush started in his chest and traveled north. Her body raced
toward its climax as she stared at him.

“
Oh, God,” she uttered, throwing her
head back, bracing herself with her palms. He grabbed her face,
drawing her mouth to his, devouring her in a hungry kiss. His hips
bucked with what little movement they were allowed.

When he came, he groaned into her mouth, his
palm cupping her cheek. After he let go, she slumped down to rest
on his chest.

“
Is this okay? Am I hurting
you?”

He shook his head. “It’s great.”

She lay there for a moment, too happy to
speak. Her breasts crushed against him. He stroked her back with
his right hand. The warm, gentle touch soothed her, and the hair on
his chest tickled her nose, making her smile.

A soft knock on the door was followed by
Nurse Marie’s voice. “Fifteen minutes to lights out.”

“
Okay,” Trent called.

Jory sat up and kissed him quickly before
she disengaged. He felt around for the tissue box, grabbed a bunch,
and slid the condom off.

“
Sorry to have to give this to you to
throw away, but—”