CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - DEAN

Caroline nodded and I slowly pushed myself forward, sliding inside of her tight, wet pussy. My eyes closed from the sensation and I grunted with pleasure

“Holy fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled.

She laid back on the hood of my car, her body trembling beneath mine. I kissed her lips softly as I began to thrust. She cried out at first but soon, her cries became moans of pleasure as I rocked my hips against hers. Just knowing that she had waited all this time just for me, was enough to make me want to come right then and there. But I wanted to make it special for her, so I slowed down.

She moaned and clung to me desperately. Our bodies were tangled around each other while I took her body as my own. I pushed my cock deep inside of her, feeling every inch of her glorious pussy. When I pulled back out, then shifted forward, she dug her nails into my back and her entire body shook with pleasure.

I could feel our mingled sweat drip down my body. My cock was already throbbing, begging for release. Her orgasm was dripping around my base, making the sensation that much more intense. I felt her all around me. My entire body was on fire with desire as I moved faster, moving my hips forward with powerful precision.

“Dean,” she moaned. “Please, Dean.”

“What, baby?” I said softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she begged. “Harder.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I pushed her back against the car and pulled myself away. I grabbed on to her hips with my hands and used them as leverage to bury myself deep inside her.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Yes!”

“Holy shit,” I mumbled. “Caroline.”

I took her hard and fast, reveling in the sight of her bouncing tits. Her entire body welcomed me with pleasure. She was shaking and I could already feel her pussy tightening with another orgasm.

“Don’t stop! Please.”

I used all my strength to take her right there against that car. I pounded into her with force, feeling my cock throb and her pussy tighten even more. When she came for the second time, the sounds that ripped from her lips were nothing short of earth-shattering.

She cried out and locked her legs around me, trapping me in her wet warmth. Her moans were all it took for me to let go. I thrust inside of her one last time, crying out as I did. My cock jerked inside of her and my legs shook uncontrollably as I collapsed against her writhing, sweaty body. She clamped her arms around me, holding me tightly against her.

***

Two days later, I was once again at the hospital with my little brother. Daniel wasn’t doing well. His entire body was failing and the longer we waited, the worse he got. I was desperate to find someone, anyone who would be a match for him but it looked grim. As I sat by his bed, watching him drift in and out of sleep, I thought back to my night with Caroline.

We’d finally slept together and now, I wasn’t sure what it meant. I loved her. I always had. But my head was full of so many conflicting things that I didn’t know where to begin. I felt guilty when I wasn’t with Daniel but when I was, I was distracted by thoughts of Caroline. Not to mention my mother, who hadn’t yet made it through a single day without a drink.

Ever since I had come home, she seemed to use my presence as an excuse to lose control. She knew that I would step right back into my role as protector. She left the hospital after only a couple of hours, saying she needed to rest, just to return wasted and angry a few hours later. The hospital staff was on strict orders not to let her inside if she was drunk. That was the case more often than not.

My anger toward her grew stronger every day. This, all of this, was her fault. I left Daniel with her for just a few years and even that was too much for her. I knew Daniel was an adult and therefore, he should have taken care of himself, but she was his fucking mother! It was her job to look after him, to make sure he had his insulin, and took care of his diabetes. Instead, she drank herself stupid and became a useless pile of shit. I hated her.

Still, I tried to remember that she was scared. Faced with the reality of losing her son was killing her. I saw it every time I looked in her eyes. She was scared to death, but so was I.

As I sat by Daniel’s bedside, I reached for his hand and blinked away tears. He was only getting worse and no amount of time would change that. We hadn’t yet found a donor and I was beginning to think we never would.

“Hey,” a soft voice said from behind me. I whipped around to see Caroline and Stephanie step inside the room.

“Hi,” I said. I jumped up and hugged Caroline, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“I hope it’s okay that we came,” Caroline said. “I was just worried and Stephanie suggested we come by.”

“Of course, it’s okay,” I said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Especially since Daniel’s probably your brother too,” Stephanie said.

I snorted but Caroline shot her an angry look.

“Shut up,” Caroline said, her voice low. “Daniel doesn’t know about any of that.”

“He’s asleep,” I said, gesturing toward my brother. “He won’t hear you.”

Still, I motioned for them to follow me to the hallway. Daniel was asleep and I didn’t think he’d wake anytime soon but I still didn’t want to risk anything.

We stepped outside and I instinctively moved closer to Caroline. I resisted the urge to touch her again but my entire body was calling out to her. She brushed my hand with hers but didn’t hold it.

“How are you holding up?” she asked softly, her eyes searching my face.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Things are insane right now. It’s like we’re all just sitting around, waiting for him to die. None of this feels real.”

“Isn’t there anything the doctors can do in the meantime?” Stephanie asked with concern. “Something that will buy him some time while they can find a donor?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Right now, his only hope is a transplant. Dr. Henfield keeps telling us about all these different transplant success stories but they don’t mean anything right now. Not when we don’t have any hope of finding him a donor.”

“My dad still hasn’t heard yet,” Caroline said softly. “So, there’s a chance.”

I nodded. “I know, but we don’t know if he’ll donate even if he is a match.”

“I’ll make him,” Caroline said, glowering.

“You can’t,” I said, chuckling softly. “It’s illegal.”

“Whatever,” she said. “I don’t care.”

“Besides,” I said. “The chances of him being a match are so slim that it’s almost not worth talking about.”

Caroline and Stephanie glanced at each other, pain in their eyes. I knew how much they wanted to help but there wasn’t anything for them to do. There wasn’t anything for anyone to do right now.

“Where’s your mom?” Caroline asked, looking around with a frown.

“She hasn’t been by today,” I said. “Probably drunk somewhere.”

Caroline’s face tightened but she didn’t say anything. She’d never been a fan of my mother’s and now, after everything, I knew she liked her even less.

“She should be here,” Stephanie said coldly.

“I just wish there was a way I could search for a donor myself,” I said. “I’d round up everyone in town if I could.”

Stephanie frowned thoughtfully, her eyebrows pulling together in concentration.

“What?” Caroline asked her.

“Well, that’s not exactly a crazy idea,” Stephanie said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“This is a small town,” Stephanie said. “Organizing something like that wouldn’t be that hard.”

“No one will do it.” I shook my head. “Not for a poor kid from the wrong side of town.”

“You don’t know that—” Caroline began, but I shot her a look and she quickly fell silent.

“I do,” I said. “This town is made up of mostly rich people. The elite of the elite. People like me? Like Daniel? The rich and famous don’t want to have anything to do with us.”

“You aren’t exactly poor anymore,” Stephanie reminded me. “You have money now, Dean.”

Caroline eyed me closely and I realized I hadn’t yet told her about my fortune. She knew I’d been working out of town but she didn’t know what I did, or how successful I was.

Thankfully, I had an amazing number two who was holding down the fort so that I could be here for Daniel. If only I had someone who could run my life for me so that I could lose myself in Caroline for a while, I would be a much happier man.