Forbidden: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

His groan turned into a roar, and he slammed into me hard. He exploded inside me, and his body went stock-still. His cock throbbed as he pumped his essence into me, and my body milked him as I rode the wave of a heavy, intense orgasm. My body tingled, and I gasped for breath until he slowly slid out of me, spent and satisfied.

29

Noah

I hated the idea of leaving. Ally was doing a lot better, but she was still pitiful to look at, lying on the couch where I had created a nest for her. I moved the couch back a bit so it was closer to the restroom and moved the television closer to the couch afterward. I also moved the ottoman and anything else that could have presented an obstacle for her to get around with, making sure she had a clear path anywhere she wanted to go.

In the bedroom, I had turned down the bed so she could crawl in it if she wanted to and set the remote for the bedroom television on the pillow. I tried to think of everything she might possibly need and put it within reach of her with minimal effort. It might only be a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist, along with her other bumps and bruises that were still healing, but it was enough that I felt like babying her as much as I could.

A scheduled pizza delivery was coming at noon, and otherwise she had everything she could possibly need within arm’s reach, including a cooler filled with ice, water bottles, orange juice, and apple juice. The remote to the main television was in her lap, and she had two extra blankets and an extra pillow at the end of the couch, by her feet. The blinds were shut, and I had bought and programmed a smart device that sat on the end table that could command the lights and play music should she want it.

I had taken care of her the best way I knew how, but I still felt like shit leaving her there. No matter how much she insisted she was fine and how happy she seemed to be in her nest, I felt like leaving her was abandoning her. I had gotten so used to spending time with her, caring for her. Our relationship was just solidifying, becoming something real and stable. Part of me, as irrational as it was, worried that if I left and spent time at work that when I came back all of it would be over.

But I had to finish the work. There were still things to do, and they needed me there to manage and to do the physical work myself. She wouldn’t be able to hobble herself around a kitchen for another week at least while her ankle healed, and even then, having one functional wrist was not going to make using a chef’s knife a ton of fun.

I walked through the place one last time, checking to make sure everything was in order. Then, heading into the living room, I tucked the blankets around her and smiled as she nestled happily into the pillow under her head. Another pillow was under her ankle, and she had a smaller pillow clutched to her chest for her wrist to rest on.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” I asked, kneeling in front of the couch so our faces were level.

“Yes,” she said. “I don’t want you to be gone either, but you need to go. I’ll be fine. You moved everything around to make it easy as it can be. It’s just a sprained ankle.”

“And a broken wrist,” I said. “And all the other stuff. Concussions can have aftereffects like getting dizzy and things too. I just don’t want you to have to be in pain doing something I could do for you.”

“It’s very sweet,” she said. “You are a fantastic nurse. I’ll be sure to give you a five-star review online. Promise. But I will be fine. Go on. Get to work.”

I smiled and kissed her forehead softly, then double-checked her cooler.

“Pizza comes at twelve. I left instructions to leave it at the door. Do you need me to send someone down to bring it in for you?” I asked. “I could send Duncan or one of the other guys or even come do it myself. I don’t want you hurting yourself getting to the door.”

“No, silly. I can go get a pizza at the front door. It’s not like I’d be running a marathon. Go to work.”

Nodding, I headed for the door. Opening it, I looked back one last time.

“I’ll be back soon,” I said.

Raising her hand over the back of the couch, she waved, and I grinned.

When I got to the vineyard, Duncan was waiting for me outside. He was leaning against his truck, a cup holder with four coffees in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. I grinned as I shut the door of the truck and went out to greet him. He sat the coffee down on the hood and held out his hand for a shake.