Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3)(47)

I can’t discern where her thoughts lie, so I say, “If you’re not ready, Kay—”

“No, I’m ready.”

My eyes hold hers. “You’re sure? Like, you’re for sure, for sure ready.”

That earns me a smile from her, as well as a tiny laugh, and then a mock-chastising, “Chase.”

But then, more seriously, she adds, “I’ve thought about it a lot. And, at first, after we originally talked about having a baby, I did have some reservations.”

“Oh?”

I must sound miffed, as Kay quickly amends, “Not about you, Chase. My reservations were about myself.”

“You have to be kidding me. You’d make the best mom and you know it.”

“Maybe,” she says, her tone doubtful.

And then she tells me her fears.

I understand how her past has shaped her view of herself, but still, I reassure her, “You’re going to be a great mother, babe. You can’t keep thinking about the past. We’ve been through this.”

Kay is mostly healed, but she still sometimes doubts herself because of the Sarah-thing.

But she sounds more certain of her abilities to parent when she says, “I know, Chase. I just slip sometimes, though.” And then she adds, “You’re going to be the best parent, though. Our child will be lucky to be loved by you.”

Kay is always telling me I love with my whole heart, my whole being, and maybe that’s true. I do love completely, like how I love my brother…and how I love Kay. Thing is, my girl loves fully and completely, too.

“Come here.” I tug her hand, urging her to come closer, even though I’m mired in tubes and wires.

Kay helps me shift that shit aside, and then she’s right there with me on the hospital bed, lying by my side.

I turn my head and lean down until my lips meet hers.

And then I kiss her.

With our lips touching, she murmurs, “I don’t want to hurt you, Chase, with all the tubes and stuff.”

The thought of her hurting me is so laughable that I find myself pulling back and chuckling.

“Hurt me?” I can’t stop laughing. “How in the world could you ever hurt me?”

“You know…” She touches a tube running to my arm. “What if I knock something out?”

“You won’t.” I pull her back to me. “And even if you did, I’ll survive.” As I brush my lips back and forth over hers, I whisper, “No more talking, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She complies, and I kiss her. Her lips part, opening for me, and I touch my tongue to hers. Kay lets out a little moan and goes lax in my arms.

I’m suddenly hard as f*ck, and I want her like nobody’s business. “Lift up your dress,” I command.

Kay leans back, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, until I have her rasping, “Okay. Let me take my panties off.”

I never stop kissing her, even as she lifts her dress to slip her panties down her legs. My lips travel down to her cleavage, kissing the neckline of her dress. And then I reach up and pop open a few buttons, exposing her lacy bra.

Kay is practically panting as she moves to straddle me, and I push up the stupid, f*cking hospital gown I’m wearing and give her the tip of my cock. “Unh…” she moans.

She’s always incoherent at times like these, and I have to smile, pleased at my effect on her.

“Ease down on me, baby girl.” Arching my hips, I make it simple for her to impale herself on my dick.

And she does, with no hesitation.

“Fuck,” I utter when we’re fully joined. “You are so f*cking wet. You must like hospital sex.”

“I like you, Chase Gartner,” she says.

She circles her hips, and then moves up and down my shaft slowly and lazily. It’s all gentle and easy, at first. But then we start f*cking—hard and dirty, and a little nasty. After all, what we’re doing is forbidden and we could easily get caught, which makes it all the better.

Kay’s hands are on my chest, and my hands are in her hair. The bed’s making an awful racket, as is Kay, which compels me to whisper, “Shh, babe. Someone’s gonna hear us.”

“I don’t care,” she tells me. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, Chase. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Her cursing, which is rare unless we’re in bed, makes me start to come. “Shit,” I groan. I prolong as long as I can, stilling inside of her, but my release is past the point of no return.

Kay starts to pulse around me as I come.

We are still panting, recovering, when, to my surprise, I realize I am still rock-hard.

“Want to go again?” I ask, raising a brow and thrusting up into her.

“Yes, but”—Kay glances at the door—“what if someone comes in.”

I laugh. “You weren’t worried about someone coming in before.” A strategic shift of my hips, cock still buried deep inside, makes her look like she’s reconsidering.

“Still want to stop?” I ask.

“No, no way.”

“That’s my girl.”

And it’s true. Kay will always be my girl.





Kay



Messing around in Chase’s hospital bed is like playing with fire. And we find ourselves almost burnt. Luckily, though, I hear the voices outside the door before anyone ventures in.