“Gotta make up for lost time,” I whisper. “Keep quiet now. You don’t want the nurses thinking you’re lying in here being fucked, do you?
“Mmmm…”
I find her breast with my fingers, stroke her nipples, and slide my hand down to her stomach. Grunting, I pull back and thrust into her quickly as I locate her clit with my fingers and start to circle the little nub.
Alina groans again, and I shush her. She tightens her grip on the back of my head and grasps the edge of the bed with her other hand.
“Faster, Evan. Please…I want…” She pants her words and bends her knee a little more to wrap her calf around my thighs.
I comply, moving as fast as I can at this angle. My head swims, my balls tighten, and I know I can’t keep this up for long.
“Come on baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I time my thrusts with the movement of her hips, rubbing my fingers in a circle around her clit with the same rhythm. Alina turns her head to the side, muffling her cries with the pillow as I feel her tighten around me when I quicken my pace.
“Oh, fuck! Yeah!” I don’t even bother to stifle myself as I release into her. I pull her back against my chest and hold her as my heart begins to slow.
“This hospital bed is suddenly a lot more comfortable,” I say.
Alina laughs, causing me to slip out of her. She turns over to face me and places her hand against my cheek.
“You are incredible,” she says.
“I just want you to be happy,” I tell her. “I want to get out of here, take you home, and do this to you every day.”
“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.”
*****
“Look what I have!” Dr. Reiss comes in with a clipboard full of paperwork. “I just need you to read through all this, sign it, and then schedule your first follow-up visit. After that, you can go home.”
“Really?” Alina’s smile lights up her face.
“Good,” I say. “The food here sucks.”
“I’m going to make you one of Lele’s recipes for dinner tonight,” Alina promises as she kisses my cheek.
Dr. Reiss shakes my hand and tells me she’ll see me next week. I turn to Alina after the doctor leaves and grab onto her hand.
“So, does all this mean you’re going to stay? I mean, you’ll stay in my apartment?”
“Yes, I will. If you still want me to, of course.”
“I do.” I grip her hand tightly. “I really do.”
“Good,” Alina says, “because I’ve kinda gotten used to it, and I’d really like to get used to it again with you there.”
“What are you going to do about…um…work?”
“I really don’t know,” Alina says. “I figure as long as we’re...well, as long as we’re together, I can’t exactly work the same job. Anyway, Teto apparently left town after that night.”
“Why?”
“You don’t remember any of it, do you?”
“Nothing.”
“Teto was leading those people right to you,” she says. “I talked to Jonathan about it, and he said Teto had since left town. He’s on his way to Mexico or something.”