looked down his own
body and then seemed to realize that wasn’t what Sam had been thinking. Although at this point…
Gabe nodded and then whispered something
loud enough for Sam to hear, too. It was damn funny. Completely inappropriate
but the joke was good. Hell, they all needed a good laugh after this.
“You know what they call two nuns and a
stripper, don’t you? Playmakers, little mama. The tight ends and a wide receiver.”
A laugh rolled downward from her
shoulders to her spine to her perfectly cup-able ass cheeks. Sam chuckled
quietly along but couldn’t stop gazing at how beautiful and sexy she looked and
how incredible she was to be doing this with him.
He could never do anything to lose her
again.
Gabe told another joke, something about
the difference between a cocktail waitress and a stripper being one week’s
time. Her head gently rubbed against Gabe’s midriff. Sam needed her to himself,
and he wanted to leave this room thankful to Gabe, not hating the man and on
the verge of murder.
More importantly, Emma’s insides relaxed
around his cock, loosening enough to let him slide further inside. Hope sprang
up that this might work. If humor was the trick to their troubles, he’d learn
every joke ever known to mankind.
“There you go, baby,” Sam said, barely
out loud, not wanting to interrupt the happy place Gabe’s presence had taken
her to. One of these days, that would be his doing. He’d learn, now that he’d
seen it was possible.
“Good job, little mama,” Gabe said then
looked back at him. His friend and lifesaver mouthed the words, “I’m out. You
got this.” Gabe kissed the top of her head and then got up from his knees,
rubbed them, and quietly left the room. Sam heard the door lock.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, hon?” He could get
used to calling her that and took the liberty to slide himself out an inch and then slowly push back in. She groaned, but deeper and with less
pain.
He watched her back rise and fall with
the breath she took. “I want to see your face,” she said.
“I want that, too.”
But what if it meant seeing the pain she
wouldn’t be able to hide were they face to face?
He’d made his decision.
Her giggling at Gabe’s jokes would
forever be engraved on these walls. As long as Gabe worked here, Emma would
have happy memories of S . Sam’s job
wasn’t to take care of her here anymore, it was to be that brave man she needed
outside these walls. In the real world.
Chapter Twelve
He steadied himself by grabbing hold of
her hips and pulled out of her tight body. Once he was out, she took it upon
herself to roll over and lay on her back, over his military white dress shirt,
with her arms crossed over her chest, blocking his view. Her cheeks were flushed,
but he knew it wasn’t due to embarrassment.
When her arms opened wide, inviting him
down on top of her, he had to take a moment. A moment to
commit so as not to take any of this lightly. It was damn easy to do. He
hoped this didn’t hurt her feelings because he’d never felt more sincere about
making an invitation. Okay, it was going to come out more like an order.
“I’m taking you back to my place for the
rest of the night, Emma. And if you want, that’s where I’d like you to stay.”
She crawled up off the floor and stood
toe to toe with him even though her nose only barely made it to his pecs . Still, she was the strongest woman he knew, size be
damned.
“Let’s get dressed,” she said and handed
him the uniform top. “I have to finish my shift, but, after that, I can’t think
of anyplace I’d rather stay, or anyone else I’d rather stay for. Her smile
wrecked him. He loved it.
Coming out of S room hand in hand, they found the door was being guarded by Gabe.
Sam nodded to his friend, cementing the knowledge she’d be okay without him
here.
Back in the ER, he stood while she went
to her desk and thumbed through the unfolded piles of clothes stacked on top. She
plucked out his
body and then seemed to realize that wasn’t what Sam had been thinking. Although at this point…
Gabe nodded and then whispered something
loud enough for Sam to hear, too. It was damn funny. Completely inappropriate
but the joke was good. Hell, they all needed a good laugh after this.
“You know what they call two nuns and a
stripper, don’t you? Playmakers, little mama. The tight ends and a wide receiver.”
A laugh rolled downward from her
shoulders to her spine to her perfectly cup-able ass cheeks. Sam chuckled
quietly along but couldn’t stop gazing at how beautiful and sexy she looked and
how incredible she was to be doing this with him.
He could never do anything to lose her
again.
Gabe told another joke, something about
the difference between a cocktail waitress and a stripper being one week’s
time. Her head gently rubbed against Gabe’s midriff. Sam needed her to himself,
and he wanted to leave this room thankful to Gabe, not hating the man and on
the verge of murder.
More importantly, Emma’s insides relaxed
around his cock, loosening enough to let him slide further inside. Hope sprang
up that this might work. If humor was the trick to their troubles, he’d learn
every joke ever known to mankind.
“There you go, baby,” Sam said, barely
out loud, not wanting to interrupt the happy place Gabe’s presence had taken
her to. One of these days, that would be his doing. He’d learn, now that he’d
seen it was possible.
“Good job, little mama,” Gabe said then
looked back at him. His friend and lifesaver mouthed the words, “I’m out. You
got this.” Gabe kissed the top of her head and then got up from his knees,
rubbed them, and quietly left the room. Sam heard the door lock.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, hon?” He could get
used to calling her that and took the liberty to slide himself out an inch and then slowly push back in. She groaned, but deeper and with less
pain.
He watched her back rise and fall with
the breath she took. “I want to see your face,” she said.
“I want that, too.”
But what if it meant seeing the pain she
wouldn’t be able to hide were they face to face?
He’d made his decision.
Her giggling at Gabe’s jokes would
forever be engraved on these walls. As long as Gabe worked here, Emma would
have happy memories of S . Sam’s job
wasn’t to take care of her here anymore, it was to be that brave man she needed
outside these walls. In the real world.
Chapter Twelve
He steadied himself by grabbing hold of
her hips and pulled out of her tight body. Once he was out, she took it upon
herself to roll over and lay on her back, over his military white dress shirt,
with her arms crossed over her chest, blocking his view. Her cheeks were flushed,
but he knew it wasn’t due to embarrassment.
When her arms opened wide, inviting him
down on top of her, he had to take a moment. A moment to
commit so as not to take any of this lightly. It was damn easy to do. He
hoped this didn’t hurt her feelings because he’d never felt more sincere about
making an invitation. Okay, it was going to come out more like an order.
“I’m taking you back to my place for the
rest of the night, Emma. And if you want, that’s where I’d like you to stay.”
She crawled up off the floor and stood
toe to toe with him even though her nose only barely made it to his pecs . Still, she was the strongest woman he knew, size be
damned.
“Let’s get dressed,” she said and handed
him the uniform top. “I have to finish my shift, but, after that, I can’t think
of anyplace I’d rather stay, or anyone else I’d rather stay for. Her smile
wrecked him. He loved it.
Coming out of S room hand in hand, they found the door was being guarded by Gabe.
Sam nodded to his friend, cementing the knowledge she’d be okay without him
here.
Back in the ER, he stood while she went
to her desk and thumbed through the unfolded piles of clothes stacked on top. She
plucked out his
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