Chapter Ten

Nick

“She’s okay.” Dr. Thorpe is starting to get on my nerves. “Her vitals are good, she’s comfortable, and it’s only been a few hours. If she doesn’t wake up by six, call me and we’ll get a medical transport to the Springs for another MRI.”

I know I’m dealing with small town doctors here, and maybe that’s the problem. “Maybe I should take her into the city. If something is wrong with her head, they should know about it sooner than later, right?”

I’m not a fuckin’ doctor. I’m a handyman. I have no clue what any of this means. I just know I can’t lose her.

His hand lands heavily on my shoulder. “Everything’s going to be fine, Nick. I wouldn’t let you stay here if I thought she was in danger. Concussions cause severe headaches. Let’s see what she feels like when she wakes up, okay?”

Chewing the inside of my cheek has become a habit lately. It’s that or overreact, and I feel like overreacting. I understand that concussions cause a lot of things, but this shit is like some kind of fuckin’ alternate universe Christmas movie.

Dr. Thorpe nods toward me and helps himself toward the door as Mrs. Robinson leans into me for a hug. “Thank you for hanging out today. Call me when you have an update, please. You know… whatever universe she’s in, she loves you. And I know I’m probably rushing things, but would it be so bad if you two kept this going? You clearly care about her.”

“I love her!” Tears well in my vision as I say, “I’ve never loved anyone more, but—”

“No but’s. What do you want? Don’t think about your family, or the town, or anything but yourself for a second.”

“I want Emma.”

Mrs. R. leans in and kisses my head gently. “Then love her, sweet boy. Love her fiercely, like no one else can. The rest will fall into place.”

I’ve cried twice in my life, that I can remember. Once at my father’s funeral and again at my mother’s. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to cry over the years, but more that life doesn’t allow for it. I’m a working man and working men don’t have emotions that strong. They’re not supposed to, anyway. But here and now, with Emma at my side and Mrs. Robinson’s words in my head, I can’t help but let the tears flow.

There’s no way in hell I could leave this girl, even if I wanted to. Even if loving her means I cause drama with the family, and the town, and the world. The only thing that matters is her.

“I’m going to head home, dear. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Drive safe. Thanks again.”

She nods and kisses my cheek, leaving behind the scent of vanilla and butterscotch candies. “Oh, don’t forget to eat those cookies. They’re samples for the country store and they’re good! I stole a few while you were talking to the doctor.”

I smile and watch as Mrs. Robinson steps out into the cold winter night. I’m not sure what I’d do without that woman. She’s become family over the years. Hell, I still remember when she’d come to the farm and cut a tree with her husband. I can’t imagine how much she must miss him, especially this time of year. They loved Christmas together.

Emma turns onto her side and lets out a soft sigh as I sink my hand into hers. I should let her sleep, but the urge to hold her is overwhelming. The urge to know that she wants this even when she’s thinking straight is overwhelming. The urge to officially make her mine is overwhelming.

I climb into bed behind her, spooning her small body against mine as she takes gentle breaths, releasing warmth against my arm with each exhale.

“Nick?” Her tone is low and soft. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, princess. You had a headache, and I was worried.”

“About a headache? I have a concussion. You should be worried about those floors in the kitchen, not me. There’re crumbs everywhere. You’re going to get bugs.”

Something tells me she’s not in the same loving headspace anymore. My heart withers and I pull back away from her, despite the impulse to do the opposite.

“Don’t go.” She twists toward me, holding her gaze with mine. “I’m just kidding about the floors. Well,” her eyes roll to the side dramatically, “technically I’m not kidding. They do need to be swept, but I was only being playful. I’ll stop.”

“No. I like you the way you are. Don’t stop anything you’re doing. I do need to know what you remember, though, from the past couple of days.”

Her brows narrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what do you remember?”

She grins wide and sits up from the bed, pushing her long hair back away from her vision as she straddles my lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nick, but… I just had the wildest dream.”

“What’s that?” I groan, already feeling my cock rise.

She leans into my ear, holding her hair back as she whispers, “I had this dream that we were up on this hilltop, and you were touching me… everywhere. I want that, Nick. I want you everywhere.”

Fuck! My cock is hard, and I swear it’s only getting harder, but I’m not sure any of this is right. I should tell her that everything was real. I should tell her that she touched me, that I touched her, that my fingers were deep inside of her tight, little pussy. And maybe someday, I will, but now isn’t the time. Dr. Thorpe was sure about one thing. The brain is a bonsai tree. It bends and curves, and it resists replanting. I have to let Emma figure things out for herself, and right now, she wants me.

I cup her soft face in my hand and stare at her. “I like that dream. I think I had one similar.”

“Oh yeah. What happened in yours?”

“Well,” I land my hand on her back and lift her shirt up over her head before leaning up to nuzzle her neck gently, “I was kissing your neck, holding your body closely as I pressed into your tight little core like this.” I slide her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

Her eyes widen and she sucks in air as though she’s pleasantly surprised. “Oh God!”

I push into her deeper, swallowing down every soft whimper her tiny little throat exalts.

“You’re my good little princess, aren’t you?”

She nods and grinds against my hand, soaking me more and more with every drive of her hips.

Fuck. I can’t hold on anymore. My brain is foggy, my cock is hard, and every muscle in my body is tight and eager. I need that little pussy. I need to own her. I need to know that this is for real and she’s never leaving.

“Emma,” I groan, “what do you want for the rest of your life?”

She narrows her gaze as she rocks back and forth on my hand, panting. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t do this unless you’re in it for good. Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’ll bake cookies for the country store. Tell me you’ll come home every night and lay here in this bed with me. Say it and I’m yours.” For some reason I sound angry, though it’s not anger I’m feeling. What I feel is desperation, love, terror for what she could say next.

She narrows her brows. “That was my dream, Nick! The dream I had last night. We helped Mrs. Robinson with her roof, we were in each other’s arms, we talked about me opening this little shop, and we kissed. You were so warm, and everything felt right. We were going to get married and I… I was in love with you.”

“That wasn’t a dream, Emma.” For the love of God, please don’t let this stress her out. “It was real. You had that accident last week, and you passed out a few days ago from a headache. Dr. Thorpe said to let you be, and that you’d come back to me sooner than later. I… I tried to be respectful. We didn’t—”

“Oh my God!” She grins wide as she continues to rock on my fingers. “This is the Hallmark movie I wanted.”

My brows narrow. “What?”

“It’s the movie.” She rolls her eyes. “When I came out here, I kept telling myself this would be like a Hallmark movie where some kind of Christmas magic intervened, we realized how much we loved each other, and we lived happily ever after. It’s happened!”

“Well, what really happened was a concussion and most likely brain swelling, but I love that you’re okay with everything.”

She leans into my lips and kisses them gently, then more deeply, winding her tongue around mine as her fingers link behind my neck. “I’m yours, Nick. Take me. Please!”

The tone in her voice sends my body into overdrive with an ache I’ve never felt before. “Oh princess, you start talking like that and I’m going to give you everything. We can’t have that.”

She narrows her brows. “Like hell we can’t! Fuck me, Nick. My pussy is soaking wet.”

Cupping her breast, I pull her bare chest close to mine, sinking her beneath me as I pull my fingers from her entrance and taste them again.

Fuck, she smells good. Tastes good. Feels good.

My hand digs into her hips as she pushes my jeans to the floor with her feet, and though our skin is touching, our bodies can’t get close enough.

“Fuck me, Nick! I need to feel you.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, as she runs her delicate hand up over my bicep.

“I’m yours. Always.”

The words have barely slipped from her lips when my bare cock presses against her entrance. “A condom! Fuck!”

“I don’t care. Seriously, don’t stop. Paint my walls, give me babies, and fill me up. Just fuck me!” Though I’m sure her response is hormone based, desperation has never sounded so sweet.

The head of my cock presses into her smooth, warm entrance, coating itself with her soaking pussy as I sink in deeper.

“Oh, damn. You’re so tight, princess.”

She winces and tightens her eyes closed. “I know.”

“Shit, are you hurt?” I stop and rest her legs on my shoulders as I cup her face in my hand. “We don’t have to keep—”

“No, I want it hard! Take me!” She links her legs around me, squeezing her thighs tight as I thrust in deeper, my movements slow and intentional.

“Open your eyes for me, princess.” I hold her face in my hand as I stare down into her captivating eyes. “Good girl.”

She shutters beneath me. She’s so tight around my cock that the slightest move of her body nearly sends me over the edge embarrassingly fast.

With her legs still on my shoulder, I bend forward to suckle at her hard tits, flicking my tongue against her nipples as I slide in and out of her tight core slowly. I want to demand her into different positions, order her onto her knees, watch my come drip from her chin as she sucks me dry, but we have forever for those moments. Right now, I need to get acquainted with her body. I need to memorize the way she smells, the way she jumps beneath my touch, the way she moans when I’m hitting the spots she likes.

I thrust into her deeper, desperate to split her in two, to fill her up, to plant a seed in her warm little womb, to tether her here with me forever.

Her calves bounce against my shoulders as I sit up and pull her in closer.

“I love you, Emma.”

“I love you more,” she pants out as I thrust into her hard and deep, watching those perfect, round tits bounce as I work.

I swear to everything there’s no better position in the world than the one I’m in right here and now. In this single moment, I can watch her hair come to life, her mouth drop open, her tits bounce, her eyes beg for more. Here, I have everything.

“Eyes on me, princess. Let me fuck you like a good little girl gets fucked.” Blood prickles beneath my skin as she stares at me, and I thrust deeper and harder.

Moan after soft moan spills from her lips as her soft shoulders arch up and away from the mattress. “I’m going to come so hard, Nick. Oh my God… oh my God!” The sound of her whine is deeper now, sending some sort of carnal response to the only bone in my body currently intact.

I drive into her harder, thumping into her tight little core as I circle her clit with my thumb.

“Come on my cock, princess. Be a good little girl and come for me.” The words barely make it from my lips before she’s writhing against my dick. Her body, one complete convulsion. Her pussy grips my cock as her thighs tighten against my shoulders. Her hips jump and grind, and the sounds she makes are more satisfying than any sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

I thump into her twice more. I’m sure I’m bruising her hips with how tightly I have her held, but something has taken over and I can’t stop myself. I’m finally coming in her sweet, soaking, little pussy and it’s fucking heaven.

When I’ve finally emptied myself inside of her, I lean back and close my eyes, brushing her silky legs gently with the tips of my fingers. “Holy fuck, princess… that felt good.”

“Hey,” she sighs, “eyes on me.”

I open my eyes slowly and glare down at her playfully. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” she grins wide, moves her legs to the side and pulls me toward her, pushing my softening cock deeper inside of her warmth, “that’s right.”

My hand lands on her throat lightly as I growl low in her ear, “Well, I guess our eyes are on each other then.”

She kisses my cheek and runs her hand down the center of my bare back with a content sigh.

I’m not sure if this was a Christmas miracle, a Hallmark movie, or a serious concussion turned love story, but I know one thing for sure. I’m never letting go of Emma, and nothing is ever going to change that.