“I don’t want to survive anything. I want him. I want to be with him, always.”—Laura (Room 212)
“Dally, wake up!”
I heard my name in the distance and managed to get out of the way of the first cloud. It had come dangerously close to me. I ran faster, harder, trying to avoid the second angry vortex and fell to my knees as the wind knocked me over.
“Dallas!” I opened my eyes and looked up to see concern etched on Dean’s face as he hovered over me. I muffled a sob in his chest as he held me close to him. He rolled over, pulling me to him as I cried harder than I had in years. It was the first time the tornadoes had actually gotten to me. I couldn’t control my shaking as he held me tightly, murmuring words of comfort as I let go. When the last of my tears were drying, he tilted my head up, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Just a dream,” I answered him before he had a chance to ask.
“A nightmare, maybe. Do you have those often?” He pushed my hair away from my face and then cupped my chin.
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“For a while now. It’s not every night.”
“When is the last time you had one?”
“I don’t remember,” I lied, holding him tighter to me. His frown told me he didn’t believe me, but he left it alone. I pulled myself to straddle him and saw his eyes heat.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I pushed out shakily as he looked up at me, eyes trailing down from my face to my bare breasts and back up again.
“I wish I could keep them away,” he said softly.
I felt him grow hard beneath me and lifted myself, the tip of him at my entrance.
“I need you to chase them away, Dean.” I watched his eyes light fire as I slid down on top of him. My body adjusted to his size as he let out a low, guttural moan. He watched me as I lifted up slowly and fell back down with all my weight, making us both cry out. He cupped my breasts as his eyes remained glued to mine, his mouth parted, his eyes hooded as he bit his lip. I found it sexy as hell and began to move, taking all of him deep inside of me. He brushed his thumb over his tongue and circled my sex and I came quickly after. Still connected to me, he moved me beneath him, lacing our fingers as he thrust slowly inside me, stroking me deep, but never breaking our locked eyes.
He came minutes later with my name on his lips like a prayer, his heart pounding in his chest. He never lost his grip on me as he adjusted our bodies so he was spooning me and our legs became entangled.
“Way to go, Martin.”
We both chuckled before drifting back into a deep sleep.
“I’ve got to say, Ms. Dallas, you are looking better every day. Wouldn’t have anything to do with an extremely tall, dark and handsome doctor, would it?” Beatrice looked at me expectantly as I buried my face in my hands and with it my deep smile.
“Oh, honey, please give me something, I’ve been striking out at every turn. Humor a sick old lady.”
“Never been the type to kiss and tell,” I muffled into my hands, peeking over my fingers.
“Fine, at least tell me if it’s him,” she said on a whisper as a small group of nurses walked by.
“Of course it is,” I confirmed, grabbing my tablet and opening my appointment schedule.
“Uh huh.” She picked up the phone answering and held her finger up to me to keep me where I was. “I will let him know.” She put the phone back down.
“I’m happy for you, honey. Just remember he has a penis.”
“And?”
“Oh honey, you really need me to spell this out for you?”
I nodded before I said the words, dying for this explanation. “I think I do.”
“If he has a penis—”
I felt my phone vibrate and looked down at the text.
DEAN: I am really sick of you using me for my body. I think you should at least treat me to dinner once in a while.