REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,56
hands me a pair of yoga pants and we repeat the whole process. I stand up and so does my cock. It can’t be helped when you’re standing so close to something you crave so fucking bad, something you can smell and want so desperately to run your mouth over, because you already know it’s the sweetest thing you have ever tasted.
“I’m going to have to go without a bra.”
I lay my head back against the wall, deciding right then and there that I don’t give a shit if she sees how hard this is for me. I know it’s hard for her, too. I can see it in the way her entire body is reacting to mine. Her breathing has become heavy; her eyes glazed over. I swear if we were not in this damned hospital, I would rip those clothes right back off of her, bend her over, and give her what I know we both very much need.
“This is harder than I thought it would be,” she says, breaking the silence between the two of us.
“You ain’t kidding sweetheart,” I scoff, and run my hands through my hair. “Hand me the gown.”
She hands it to me and turns, dropping the towel in the process, giving me a full view of the side of her breast.
“God, just being near you right now is making all my senses come alive. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I itch to touch her. My fingers take hold of her long hair and move it over her shoulder so I can stroke down the length of her spine and back up again. I stand there mesmerized as goose pimples coat her shoulders and sparks flow throughout me like an electrical current that reaches the very depth of my soul.
“Turner.”
My name comes off her tongue in a rush that has me sliding my hand around her neck and drawing her into me.
“I’ve missed this so much, babe. You, me, and everything we had, I have missed.”
“Me too,” she whispers.
I kiss the top of her wet head and even though I hate to let her go, I do. I help her into the clean hospital gown, snapping it securely shut at her shoulders, tying it up in the back.
“Come on, I have a surprise for you.”
I lead Clove out of the bathroom and hear her gasp loudly behind me.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims, taking in my hasty decorations.
I look over at her, her eyes shining.
“I know it’s nothing fancy, but-”
She shushes me.
“No, it’s perfect! I missed this,” she adds almost shyly. “I missed us.”
I pull out one of the hospital chairs for her to sit down and then I sit as well. We dig into the food, eating in silence as we both clean our plates.
“This was so good,” Clove says as she swallows her last piece of strawberry cheesecake. She reaches for the present I told her she had to wait to open until after we ate. “Can I open this now?”
“Don’t laugh when you see it. I found it in the gift shop,” I tell her.
“I won’t,” she promises, ripping open the paper as she talks.
“Oh, wow.”
She holds up a small, stained glass eye catcher. Tears form in her eyes as she reads out loud what it says.
“The love between a mother and daughter is forever.”
“I know our anniversary isn’t for a few more hours, but it just felt right to give it to you now.”
A contented smile graces her lips.
“I think this is the best gift you could ever have given me for our anniversary, Turner. I love it. Thank you.”
“You’re a wonderful mother, the mother of my child.” I lean across the table and gently press my lips to hers. “Our daughter is the best anniversary gift you could have ever given me.”
After dinner, I toss our dirty plates, then we both climb into Clove’s hospital bed.
“Can I ask you something?”
She licks those darn lips after taking a drink of her water.
“Uh. Sure,” I say, sounding like a high school boy when his crush speaks to him for the first time.
“Where were you shot? I mean…”
“How did I survive?” I finish her question for her.
“Yes. I thought you were dead, Turner. It was horrible, worse than horrible, actually. When I saw you lying on the floor after Trent shot you, that felt like the true meaning of living in hell. I don’t even remember much of what happened next, all I knew was I there was no way