Rushed(33)

I nearly lose control when his tongue finds my clit and starts flicking over it, each feather light lick blasting through my body in rapid, machine gun bursts of pure pleasure. I'm being driven toward my orgasm, and I want to bring Tyler to the brink first.

We're moaning, groaning into each other as we get caught up, Tyler's cock sliding in and out of my mouth faster and faster while he licks me, both of us not holding back anymore, greed and serving mixing together until I'm trembling on the edge, one lick away. I feel Tyler swell in my mouth and he groans, exploding deep into my mouth even as his tongue strokes me one more time, and I'm coming, moaning as I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

“April . . .” Tyler cries out, and I suck him harder, wanting every precious drop. “Oh God . . . April . . .”

His cock slides out and I lick him lovingly before carefully dismounting his face and head toward the bathroom.

I do a quick little cleanup, and lay down beside his exhausted body. We look in each other's eyes for a long time, saying nothing, there's no need for words.

Finally, Tyler breaks the silence. “Will you stay the night in here with me?”

I nod and snuggle in beside him, laying my right leg over top of his thigh, not even needing to say my answer.



My phone rings, and I stop in my tracks. It's the special tone I programmed in that means it's from the hospital. It’s Saturday night, and if they’re calling, it can’t be good.

“Hello, this is April Gray.”

“Miss Gray, it's Doctor Valkenburgh. There's been another incident.”

“Oh no, what happened?”

“Your father . . . he was trying to help your mother when he stumbled and fell. He hit his head on the wall, and he's had a major setback.”

“Is he all right?”

“No . . . he's slipped into a coma. To be honest Miss Gray, we're not sure if he's going to come out of it with full use of his limbs, he convulsed after falling. Your mother is scared, and as you know, many Alzheimer's patients are difficult when they get frightened.”

“I understand. I . . . I can be there in three hours.” Actually, I can get there faster, once I hit the sticks outside Hamilton, but I'll be peeling the paint off the road to do so, and the RCMP isn't that nice about speeders in that area.

“That would be most helpful. Miss Gray . . . please, don't worry. Your father is in stable condition, and your mother is under mild sedation. But your being here would be helpful for her, and him if he comes out of it quickly.”

“Three hours. Thank you, Doctor.”

I hang up the phone to see Tyler coming in with fresh clothes for me. “I can drive you.”

I shake my head and get off the bed, putting my hand on his forearm. “I appreciate the offer, but I can't accept. This…”

My stress breaks me down and I fall quiet, tears falling down my cheeks as he holds me, comforting me. There's no sobbing this time, just sad acceptance that this may be one of the last times I can see my father alive. “If you need me, I'll be there. I can tell the team about it.”

I shake my head, sniffling and wiping at my nose. “No, you can't. I've already used all my sick days with the team. I'll go down and be back tomorrow night. Tyler, I said you shouldn't go because of Mom, that's all. If she's agitated, strangers can make her more nervous. I'd rather introduce you to my parents when she's maybe going to be able to recognize me and be able to understand what I'm saying.”

Tyler looks me in the eyes and nods. “Fine . . . but you stay as long as you want. If the team asks, or if Mr. Larroquette calls, tell him I'm being a prima donna * who's sending you on day long errands or something.”

“You want me to lie to my boss?” I ask with a smirk, and Tyler shakes his head. He goes over to his jeans and bends over, picking them up and taking out his wallet, fishing out a five-dollar bill. He comes back and puts it in my hand, and I raise my eyebrow. “What's this for?”

“Where's the hospital?” Tyler asks instead of answering. “This is important.”

“It's on the east side of London,” I say, wanting to say more . . . but now isn't the time.

“London, huh?” Tyler says with a hint of recognition, and he smiles wistfully. “I knew someone from London once . . . anyway, fine. You officially have an errand from me. I hear that the Tim Horton's in London has the best coffee in all of Ontario, and I'm ordering you to go and get me a cup, to be delivered, well, whenever you get back.”

I give him a quick hug, and he holds me close, lifting me into the air. “Thank you . . .”

“Go. Take care of your parents, and I'll keep the fort here.”

Tyler sets me down, and I get dressed quickly, and by the time I'm finished, he’s got my backpack ready to go and has a reheated thermos of coffee ready for me too. “I put two changes of undies in your bag,” he said, handing it to me. “Just in case.”

I nod and look at him, and I can see that he wants to come with me, but he's respecting my request. “Tyler . . . there's so much more we need to talk about. Another time though.”

He gives me a supporting smile. “For now, go take care of your father and mother. Go, and drive safely.”