Bad Seed

“You’re amazing,” he said. “That was fucking incredible.”

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I joked.

Caleb laughed again, and the sound filled me with a happy glow. In that moment, I was so certain of our future. I saw everything. I saw myself beating this cancer and being healthier than ever. I imagined Caleb and I starting a life together. We could stay in town, or we could leave like he always wanted. It wouldn’t matter where we went because we would be together.

My eyes fell closed while Caleb held me. I was too tired to fight the exhaustion any longer, and soon, sleep overwhelmed me. I dreamt of him that night. My dreams were hazy. I couldn’t make out anything specific except for Caleb’s face. I saw his face all night, and when I woke the next morning, his deep green eyes were the first thing I saw.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - CALEB

Tara and I woke up the next morning still connected. Our bodies were tangled together, my arms wrapped around her and her leg thrown over my waist. While I held her, I couldn’t help but imagine doing this for the rest of my life. Now that Tara and I could be together without the pressure and threats from Darren, I felt like the entire world was opening up to us. We could do anything we wanted. We could go anywhere. As long as we had each other, nothing else mattered.

Nothing else, except her cancer.

That thought hit me like a punch to the stomach. Tara opened her eyes and blinked up at me, grinning sleepily. She kissed my lips and sighed, lingering just long enough to make my dick grow hard. I cursed myself for not being able to control my body. Whenever Tara was around, the damn thing had a mind of its own.

She looked down to see it hard and grinned.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she said. Her hand slid down to stroke me slowly. I moaned and tried my best to fight the sensations she was creating.

I wanted to talk about her treatment. More than anything, I wanted to know she would be okay but I couldn’t. Everything was so uncertain. Our future seemed wide open and yet, completely closed off. If Tara’s chemotherapy didn’t work, then what? Would surgery be an option? And if not, would I lose her forever?

That thought was enough to push any sexual desires I had to the back of my mind. Tara continued to stroke my cock, but I groaned and slowly pulled away. She frowned, confused and slightly hurt.

“We have my PT session in an hour,” I reminded her gently. “We should probably shower before we go to the hospital.”

“I never thought I would say this,” she said. “But I wish we could skip it today.”

“Me too,” I said with a laugh.

“But you’re right,” she said. She sighed deeply and pushed herself out of bed. “We should definitely shower first.”

She grinned and reached for my hand. I couldn’t resist her for another second. I let her pull me into the bathroom and turn on the shower. When it was hot enough, we stepped inside, and Tara ran her soft fingers over my body. I kissed her long and hard, the water making our bodies slick and slippery.

When she kissed her way down my chest, not stopping until she was on her knees, my dick hard in her face, I knew I was a goner. This woman was everything to me. Without her, I didn’t know what I would do.

She took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me and making my head go blank. I couldn’t think about anything with her doing that. My body reacted instinctively, jutting itself forward and succumbing to the deep pleasure.

Tara brought me to orgasm, letting me come in her mouth and swallowing it down. She looked so fucking hot kneeling between my legs. I groaned and gripped her hair while she finished me off. I could barely stand up, and yet, I still wanted more.

“Good morning,” she said with a sly grin.

“You’re perfect,” I said. “Absolutely perfect.”

We finished showering and got ready for the day. As we drove to the hospital, I couldn’t stand for Tara to be away from my reach. I held her hand, lightly tracing her skin with my thumb. I didn’t want to let go. Ever.

When we reached the PT building, Tara led the way inside. She was grinning from ear to ear all morning. The night before had been amazing. We were so connected, so effortlessly us. I’d never felt more confident in our relationship, and I knew Tara felt the exact same way. She was happy. So happy I couldn’t stand to ruin it, but I knew I had to. We had to talk about her cancer.

“Listen,” I said as we got to the weight bench. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but we need to.”

“Not today,” she said. She pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. “Right now, in this moment, I just want to be happy.”

“I know baby, but,” I said before she interrupted me.

“I know we have to talk about it,” she said. “My treatment and everything. It’s going to be scary. This entire process scares the hell out of me, and soon, it’ll be the only thing we talk about. So, for right now, let’s just be here. Together and happy. Please?”

I smiled and nodded, knowing I would never deny her a request like that.

We started my physical therapy session just like the others. Tara helped me stretch out and then got me on the bench. Now that I was mostly healed, my sessions were quick and easy. Tara still pushed me further each time, making me break my limits every time. That was just one reason why I loved her so damn much. She never let me stop or give up.