Page 105 of A Hero Comes Home

“Are they okay?”

“Uh-huh. I told them you were called away on some mission.”

He chuckled. In my shape? The only mission I’m capable of is a trip to the toilet.

“I can feel your negative thoughts again.”

The whole time they chatted, softly, she continued to stroke his belly and abdomen and chest, then back to his belly. He was beginning to suspect her actions weren’t so absentminded, after all, especially when a certain body part began to take notice.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” No beating around the bush for him. “A doctor or nurse could come in at any moment.”

“They would have to get past Izzie first.”

It wouldn’t be the first time his friend had covered his back . . . or front.

“The question is whether you are capable, so soon after surgery.”

He put her hand on his very capable body part and said, “It was eye surgery. Not cock surgery.”

“So crude!” He felt her lick the skin on his neck, then nip him with her teeth.

He turned and cupped her face, placing his lips on hers, shaping, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, he slid his tongue inside and tasted cinnamon. He smiled against her lips and murmured, “Ummm!”

“I’ve been chewing that damn gum for three hours, ever since you went into surgery. Consumed four whole packs. Izzie is suspicious.”

He laughed and kissed her again. “Well, no sense putting all that hard work to waste.”

She raised her head and grinned at him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“What do you think?” he asked, glancing downward at the tent he made in the sheet.

Without further prompting, she removed her blouse and slacks, her bra and panties, and was sliding under the sheet to kneel between his legs. He didn’t need to direct her on how to create a cinnamon stick. She’d become adept at certain skills in recent weeks. Actually, long ago. They knew each other’s bodies so well.

Soon, way too soon, his blood thickened and lodged down below. He arched his back and moaned.

“Shh!” she cautioned, raising her head to stare up at him. Her lips were moist and parted with her own arousal. “The nurses might hear you on the monitor and think you’re in pain.”

“I am in pain,” he said as she resumed working him. Then, before he exploded, he urged, “C’mere, baby. Up, up, up.” He raised her so that she straddled him and then took his erection into her body, one inch at a time. With pure male fantasy, he imagined there were a dozen inches.

“So good,” she sighed.

“Tell me about it!”

He helped her raise and lower her hips on him as she leaned forward and he took one breast, then another into his mouth. Licking, teasing with his tongue, sucking.

Soon, she was unable to control the thrusts of her needy body. He held her firmly downward, impaling her with his heat, and she convulsed around him. Only when her spasms ceased did he release himself. He barely held back a roar of satisfaction as he did so.

For what seemed a long time, she just lay atop him, his flaccid member still inside her. He caressed her back and rump. Kissed her face. “I love you, Sally. You know that, don’t you?”

She nodded and looked up at him, tears glazing her caramel eyes. “I love you, too. Never stopped. Never will.”

Later, when she was dressed and sitting by the bed once again, holding his hand, she asked, “Did you get the note that I told Izzie to give you?”

“I did.” He paused, and said, “You told me to come home when I’m ready.”

“And . . . ?”

He didn’t pause at all now when he said, “I’m ready to come home.”