Every cell in my body was alive with tingling awareness as he drove into me again and again. His arm tightened around me and I could feel his body tensing as he grew larger inside of me. Knowing that he was close to the edge was enough to put me up and over it.
A tsunami of pleasure crashed over me, overwhelming me with its force. Surge after surge of intense orgasmic release crested and fell and I rode the waves all the way to the sands of sensual gratification. As I drifted back to myself, I felt my entire body go limp. If I was relying on my own strength, I would have surely crumbled to the ground if not for Holden who picked me up, cradling me in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I squealed as my legs flew up in the air and my arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’m taking you to bed.”
“What about your back?!”
“It’s better.”
When he started up the stairs, I asked, “Where are we going?”
It was a stupid question because, obviously, I knew the answer. What I’d meant was, why was he going up the stairs? Even if his back was better, that had to be pushing it.
“To bed.”
I almost protested, but I stopped myself. Maybe his back really was better, and I didn’t want to be a nag. Also, even though in the back of my mind, I wasn’t sure this whole caveman thing was a good idea, I couldn’t deny how sexy it was.
When we got into the bedroom, he laid me down on the bed and hovered above me. As I stared up into his eyes, I saw that the walls were down once again. I saw my friend. My best friend staring back at me. I just hoped they would stay down this time.
With gentle tenderness, he brushed back several strands of hair that had fallen into my face. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?” Had he heard my inner thoughts? Did he know how much it had hurt me when he closed me out after the first time we were together?
“I asked you if you wanted me to be nice, and you said no. But once I felt you, I knew that I had no choice of whether or not to be nice if I wanted to last more than point five seconds.” His lips curved up in a sexy half grin that promised of very naughty things to come. “But don’t worry. This time, I won’t be.”
He tilted my head to the side and bit my neck, Edward Cullen style before licking and sucking the now sensitized area. My entire body lit up like the floats in the Main Street Electrical Parade at Disneyland ready for round two. And that’s exactly what we shared.
Holden showed me just how good not being nice could be.
Chapter 25
Holden
“Count your blessings not your problems.”
~ Maggie Calhoun
The sun was shining brightly. There were blue skies and green pastures as far as the eye could see as I drove back to Wishing Well from Parish Creek. Tim McGraw was playing on the radio and I had a beautiful woman waiting at home for me to celebrate my birthday.
I should be happy. But instead, I felt a dark cloud over me that had nothing to do with the weather. I’d just left my PT and my scans were not what we’d hoped they would be. I knew that my back had been bothering me a little more lately, but I’d been ignoring it because I hadn’t wanted to face what that might mean. Now I had no choice. My condition had deteriorated, and I’d lost twenty percent of my mobility. That happening had always been a possibility.
When it came to the spine and back, healing wasn’t a linear progression. The doctors had cautioned me again and again that my condition was a chronic one. It wasn’t like a broken bone that once it healed it was as good as new. There were muscles, tendons, and nerves all connected to my spine that could be affected by external and internal factors.
I’d been warned that this was a likely occurrence, but I’d also been told that I wasn’t going to walk again. The good news, if you could call it that, was there was no guarantee that my regression was permanent. There was some hope that I could rehab myself and regain my strength and mobility. But Dr. Weston was adamant about me using a cane for stability and