Alpha Hero - Hope Ford Page 0,11
next week is tense. Mack goes out of his way to get to know me. He knows everything now. Everything from my favorite color to my deceased grandparents’ names. He’s wormed his way into my heart. I’ve tried to keep my distance but it’s hard. He’s still grieving and I catch glimpses of it every now and then. He’s told me about being raised in foster care and how the only family he has are the firemen he works with. He calls them all his brothers.
It’s the day of his MRI and I can tell he’s nervous. We have a few hours to kill and I’m trying to keep him occupied and his mind off of it.
He’s surprised me every day. Usually having breakfast ready before I even get here. The first day, Josh stayed and ate with us. Every day since, Mack has had a bacon biscuit bagged up for him to take on the road. I’m learning that he doesn’t like sharing my time.
He’s breaking me down. He’s one hundred percent attentive to me. His whole focus is on me. I can’t help but wonder if it’s a good idea for him to be this way, but I have to admit it’s better than the few times I’ve witnessed his sad face grieving.
And when I’m here, he doesn’t let me out of his sight. Even the numerous times his ‘brothers’ or April have come to visit, he still tries to make me stay. But I always give an excuse and go to the other room.
It’s getting harder and harder to resist him.
“So what do you want to do today?” I ask him.
His face is grim. “You don’t want to know. It’s the same thing I want to do every day.”
Confusion hits me. “What is that?”
He corners me then, each of his arms against the countertop, boxing me in. “You, Jane. I want you in my arms. Every damn day.”
His head falls, hanging down between his shoulders. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the worry for later today filling him.
I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t hold back. Not anymore.
“Okay.”
His head raises up. “Okay?”
I grab his hand, putting the cane in it and wrapping his palm around it. I grab his other hand and pull him from the kitchen. I lead him to his room and shut the door behind us.
I’m used to talking it out, explaining everything as I do something it, and I don’t stop now. “We’re in your bedroom and I’m getting undressed.”
“No!” he says and I stop instantly. Was I reading him wrong?
He pulls his shirt up over his head. His hands clumsily grip my shoulders. “I want to do it. I can’t see you, so I want to undress you.”
I let my hands fall to my sides. “Okay.”
He takes his time. The brush of his hands across my skin as he grips the waist of my T-shirt and pulls it over my head has me breathing hard in anticipation.
His fingers tread lightly to my back, unhooking my bra, and when he pulls the material off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor.
His hand grazes the slope of my breast and I gasp at the contact. His warm fingers cup me and I can’t stop myself from looking down at his large hand holding my breast. His thumb caresses me and when he gently touches my nipple, I gasp. He rolls his thumb around it, tweaking it between his fingers.
My heart is beating wildly. He bends down and guides his lips to my cheek before whispering in my ear.
His voice is husky. “I would give anything in this world to be able to see you right now.”
I tremble. A part of me wants that too. Of course I want him to get his sight back. But what would come of us? No matter what he says, I know I’m not like the women he’s used to. I know that nothing is promised tomorrow. I’m determined to enjoy my time with him today.
Shaking off the feeling, I wrap my arms around him and hold him against me. My breasts flatten against his firm, hair-roughened chest.
He reaches around me, pulling me closer to him. His hands gripping my ass tightly and I can feel his hard length press into my belly.
He nuzzles my neck, and I groan at all the feelings coming over me. It’s pure attraction and it’s built up over this past week to where I can no longer control