EFFA
Waiting patiently for the call to be patched through to Doctor Wakefield is a little nerve-wracking. I know having another hot flash isn’t ideal, plus my headaches are still around as well, not to mention a few other strange things I feel like I’m noticing with my body, that I haven’t mentioned to Mercs. He worries so much, and telling him isn’t going to achieve anything but place more worry on his shoulders. But I will tell the doctor if I have to go and see him, which I’m betting I will. But the fact I’m already a little nervous isn’t being helped by Mercs pacing the room while I wait. I cover the cell and glare at him.
“Will you sit down,” I berate, and he looks to me, furrowing his brows and nods, walking back to the bed and taking a seat next to me. His hand gently circling on mine as I wait.
Then, suddenly, the doctor answers, “Vespa, I was hoping not to hear from you until your next appointment. Are you having more symptoms?” he asks.
“Hi, Doctor Wakefield. Yes. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to call you either, but unfortunately, I’ve had another hot flash episode today.”
He hums down the line and lets out a long breath. “Okay… and your headaches?”
“Still here. The severity changes, but it’s constant.”
“Right. And any other changes to your body that you’re aware of?”
I wince, glancing at Mercs who’s watching me like a hawk taking in my side of the conversation. “I think I’ve lost a little weight, not on purpose, but my face looks a little fuller, which is in direct contradiction to losing the weight.”
Mercs creases his brows looking me over, suddenly seeming even more concerned as his muscles tense and I clench my jaw wishing he didn’t have to find out like this. There is one other symptom, but I really don’t want to say it in front of Mercs.
“Right, have you also noticed any fatigue? Decreased appetite and a lowered sex drive?” the doctor asks, and I thank the Lord that Mercs can’t hear him.
“Yes, to all of them.” I’ve been acting normal with Mercs, even seeming like I wanted to come back and have sex with him because I’m worried that I don’t actually feel like it. It’s not that Mercs doesn’t turn me on, he does, so much. So, I really want to try with him. I wasn’t joking at the markets when I was saying we should. My body may not feel like it, but my mind does. I want Mercs so bad, and the thought that my body is changing and going through something is scary. And telling Mercs that my body isn’t reacting the way it usually does is not something I need to put him through right now with everything else he’s dealing with. I’m scared he might think I don’t want him, and that’s the furthest thing from my mind.
“Vespa, I think we need to get you back in here to run some tests. I don’t like the symptoms you’re describing to me, and so I want to run some blood tests to see if we can come back with an answer for you.”
Nodding, I chew on my bottom lip and look to Mercs. “When would you like us to come back to Pittsburgh?”
“Monday morning, please. I’ll fit you in first thing at eight forty-five. We’ll do the testing, and I’ll put a rush on the results. I’ll try to get them back to you by Tuesday, and I’ll see you again to sort out whatever’s going on with you.”
Nodding, I let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate you getting me in to see you so soon, Doctor.”
“My pleasure, Vespa. In the meantime, try to take some flaxseed supplements to help with the hot flashes until I see you.”
“Flaxseed. Okay. Got it. Thanks again, and we’ll see you on Monday.”
“Take care, Vespa.”
“You, too. Bye.” I hang up the cell and look to Mercs who’s watching me cautiously cracking his neck to the side.
“You didn’t tell me you were losing weight,” he mutters.
“It’s not a lot, just a little bit. It’s probably nothing… please don’t worry.” I lean in kissing his lips softly and pull back caressing his cheek as he gives me a weak smile.
“So, Monday. We head back to Pittsburgh?” he asks.
“Yep, and I think we’re gonna have to stay there for a couple of days. He said we’d probably get the results on Tuesday from my bloodwork, so we’ll have to pack an overnight bag. But honestly, if you want to stay here and be with Kiera while she’s having her chemo, I totally get that.”
He runs his hand through his hair and looks away from me. I reach out grabbing his arm and yank it down making him look back to me. “Hey. If you want to stay, I’ll take Alana with me. Honestly, I’m fine.”
He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “No. She’s had chemo before, and we’ll only be gone a day or two. Gran can hold the fort, and I’ll look after you. Plus, I want to know what’s happening with you. I’m only an hour away from Kiera in Pittsburgh, so if I need to race back, I can.”
“Only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to have to choose between Kiera and me. I would never ask you to do that.”
He weakly smiles taking me into his arms. “I know, and I love you for that. But I’m coming with you, I need to be with you for this. Then I’ll be with Kiera for her procedure. Divide me equally.” He smiles, but the weakness in his voice has me thinking I need to do something to lift his spirits. He’s had one hell of a day, so it’s only fair that I put my issues on the backburner and make sure that he’s feeling the adoration I feel for him right now. Let him know that even though I’m having issues of my own, even though there are things I haven’t and don’t want to tell him, I’m going to let him know that I still need him. That through it all, I want him. That my devotion to him hasn’t changed.
Standing up, I move in front of him as he sits on the bed. His eyes look up at me as I step in front, either side of his legs and flopping down onto his lap, straddling him. His eyes light up as his arms wrap around my back and my fingers lace through his hair.
“You know, you’re one of the strongest men I’ve ever met?” I tell him.
“I don’t feel that way sometimes.”
Sighing, I look into his deep blue eyes, they sparkle back at me with a fierce intensity. “Kaden, generally, you’re levelheaded, strong, compassionate, and loyal. But when it comes to the women in your life that you care about, sure, you might be a little lax in judgment. But, in a good way. You’re protective, which means you care, probably way more than you should. You love, Kaden, with everything you have. It’s rare in a man. Most guys, they don’t treat women like you do. You’re a unique find. That’s what drew me to you, that spark of difference.”
He sighs, and the corner of his lip turns up in a half smile. “Growing up with women surrounding me, makes me appreciate them more… appreciate you more.”
“Don’t let assholes like Johnny… like Jett, get you down. Don’t let them dictate your life, and how you live it. Don’t let them drive your fears. Take control. This is you and me, and we’re in this relationship… no one else is getting in the way of us. No one, Kaden. Don’t let the past rule your future, okay?” I caress the back of his head tenderly, and he nods looking into my eyes. I see the flick of recognition there like my words are sinking in. Everything I’m saying is registering, and I hope it will make a difference to how he approaches things from now on.
“I know I can be… overbearing.” I smile as he grins. “Honestly, I’m only doing it because I think I’m doing the right thing for you… for Kiera. I want to protect you both from the assholes of this world.”
“I know, and we love that you care so much. But we’re big girls. As for Kiera, well, that we’ve discussed. As for me, I’m all yours, Kaden Mercury.” Leaning in, I press my lips to his forcefully. He kisses me back with need, with want, just as I was hoping for.
My tongue moves into his open mouth, dancing, caressing, gliding effortlessly in a precise rhythm as I grind my pussy down onto his cock. His hands tighten into the muscles of my back, one sliding down toward my ass, the other up into my hair.
The kiss deepens, and it’s nice to feel a slight flicker of heat build between my legs. Since the coma, I haven’t felt any need for sex. Sure I have wanted it, but that tingling sensation, that urge to rip Mercs’ clothes off hasn’t been as profound as it was before. And I know it’s not an attraction thing because just looking at him makes my knees weak. He is sex on a stick. It’s all me. But right now, kissing him like this, grinding on him, feeling his cock hardening beneath me, has me coming to life, in the best way possible. And I feel more like myself. I couldn’t be happier at this moment as I kiss him harder letting him know exactly where I want this to go.
My hands pull back from his hair and down to my tunic as I pull it up and over my head, breaking our lips apart. He looks me up and down, his eyes hooded with lust as he assesses me. I don’t stop as I move in to grab my shoe string singlet and yank that off too, leaving me in my bra and harem pants on top of him. His rough hands make contact with my skin, and I chew on my bottom lip-loving the feeling of his hands on me.
He takes a deep breath and leans in pressing his lips to my collarbone as I move my hands behind me and undo my bra, taking it off in a hurry and flinging it to the floor. His lips travel down my chest, licking and nipping as he takes my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing on the supple bud and he sucks on it hard. My back arches and I moan closing my eyes reveling in the feeling. I might have a decreased sex drive, but once we get started, it heats up pretty damn fast. And just because my drive isn’t like it should be it doesn’t mean the feelings when he touches me don’t spark me up. Which I’m so thankful for right now.
He sucks on my nipple, letting it free with a slight pop as he brings his face up to look at me. His hand taking the place of his mouth as his fingers tweak my nipple, rolling and pinching it at just the right pressure. “What happened to not doing anything under Gran’s roof?” he asks leaning in kissing my neck.
I shrug and bite my bottom lip enjoying his touch. “I guess if we’re going to be staying here for two months, then I needed to get over that… right?”
He chuckles moving to the other side of my neck and nipping, grazing his teeth along my skin. “Damn right, but you didn’t ask the doctor if sex was okay.”
I moan and grind down onto his raging boner making him shift beneath me subtly as he continues to kiss my neck. Pushing down harder on his cock, he groans moving his hands to my ass and suddenly lifts me as he stands. I grip onto him as he spins us around and flings me to the bed beneath him. I giggle at his strength as he moves in over the top of me and he settles between my legs. He leans in so close, I feel his breath tickling my nose.
“Do you really want to stop right now? I’m fine, Kaden. Please. Fuck me.”
He groans half in satisfaction, half in annoyance, as he grinds his cock into my aching pussy. I run my hands up his back and pull him to me as he leans in pressing his lips to mine briefly and then leans back sitting back on his knees. “Fine, but we do this my way. No arguments. Now turn over,” he demands, and I grin wide as I scurry up, turning over on the bed as he pulls his shirt over his head.
I lay back down, and he moves in behind me grabbing the waistband of my pants and yanks my ass up in the air. I giggle as my knees fly up to rest on the mattress and he moves his hands to the top of my harem pants, pulling them down along with my G-string quickly, then he slides them off along with my ballet flats leaving me naked.
He stands up from the edge of the bed leaving me bent over with my butt in the air, on my knees, on my elbows, head down as he removes his clothing and walks over to the door locking it. I smile and remind myself that Kiera is here, and most likely Gran by now so we’ll have to be quiet.
He steps up to the bed and looks over me with a giant smile as he shakes his head. “Fucking hell, you’re so gorgeous like this.”
He moves in behind me, his hands grabbing hold of my ass and firmly squeezing, then one hand slides down my thigh, teasingly, stroking gently as I begin to breathe a little faster with anticipation. Sliding his hand between my legs, his fingers edge up toward my pussy, my clit throbs waiting for any kind of touch as he inches closer and closer. His fingers skim the edge of my folds, my wetness even evident to me as he slides up toward my clit. I rock my ass back, needing to be closer to him, but I’m met with a harsh slap on my ass. The sting reverbs through my cheek in a pleasurable pain, as I jolt from the shock and look back at him with a smirk.
He shakes his head and grins. “We’re doing this my way, remember? Don’t try to rush things, Effa.”
Nodding, I wiggle my butt slightly back into place, and he smooths his hand over where he slapped, soothing the sting. His finger running back up toward my clit. I clench my eyes shut reveling in the feeling of him touching me. I love having his hands on me, and as his finger moves closer and closer, I pant until he finally touches me. My back arches up as he presses on my clit. I swallow hard, chewing on my bottom lip, trying to keep my moans internal and be quiet, as he rotates on my clit at a medium pace. He’s working me up fast, and I love that my body is reacting to him the same way it always has.
That hasn’t changed. Thank Gaia.
He rotates again as he moves in close behind me, his cock pressing in against my ass making pressure build up inside of me, knowing he’s so close to me. He grinds his cock into me as he continues to rub my clit, and I can’t help but let out a small moan. Heat builds up inside of me, and I worry for a moment that it’s a hot flash coming on, but it’s soon overtaken by a shudder running down my spine. Flames ignite inside of me as my breaths come in short and sharp. I’m flaming hot, but in a good way as a bead of sweat forms on my brow. Flashes of light dance behind my eyes and my hands fist onto the sheets as I grit my teeth, exploding into a powerful climax. My forehead falls to the mattress, and I breathe harshly trying to keep quiet as I pant for breath.
“Good girl, now hold still and let me do all the work,” he demands, not giving me time to recover before one hand moves to my hip, the other to my hair. His hand fists into my tendrils yanking my head back, not forcefully, just enough to make me gasp and smile as his fingers dig into my hip and he slams inside of me from behind filling me completely.
I can’t help but let out a small moan as he stills, letting me acclimatize to him as we both pant from being joined. His hard length inside of me fills me so full that I wonder if I can take him moving at all.
He slowly pulls back, then thrusts forward. I grit my teeth trying my hardest to keep quiet. He pulls back and thrusts again in a relentless rhythm. His hand is fisted in my hair, tight, just the way I like. His other on my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin forcing me on and off him. He’s holding me in position, making sure I’m not doing any of the work.
I know why he doesn’t want me to exert myself, and that’s okay with me right now. This kind of sex with Kaden is so beyond good, it’s incredible, it’s earth-shattering, and having him moving inside of me, taking the control and leading the way is so freaking hot.
I love every second of it.
He thrusts again, pushing in deeper as he angles up. The new sensation making my head spin in delight. His heavy breathing lets me know he’s close and the way my pussy is throbbing I know I’m right on the edge too.
“I’m close,” I murmur softly, and he grunts tightening his hand in my hair and yanking my head back further, so I am looking up at the ceiling.
Letting out a small whimper, I can’t help it as I begin to move my hips in time with him, riding out my pleasure as it comes in waves. He doesn’t move to punish me, only thrusts in deeper and faster. The sound of our skin slapping together and our frantic breaths are the only noise you can hear in the room as we both keep dead quiet.
Heat begins to build inside of me, it flows over every inch of my body filling my pores with adrenaline letting me know my climax is on its way. My back arches as a shudder runs down it. My breath catches in my throat as I clench my eyes shut tight, watching the dancing lights behind my eyelids. My fists bear down on the sheets so tight my knuckles hurt as I pant furiously through my nose. My pussy clenching and tightening as it pulses and explodes filling my body with a massive pleasurable hit. I gasp as my body is overcome with sensation and I shudder, riding wave after delightful wave.
Kaden thrusts with a deep low growl as he stills and unloads inside of me, his chest falling on my back in exhaustion as I slump on the bed. He quickly rolls off me to the side, and I turn my head to look at him as he moves his arm over my back with a sly smile, still panting for breath.
I smile at him trying to keep my eyes open, utterly spent, and open and close them a few times in utter satisfaction. He brings his hand across and wipes some hair from my face and leans in gently kissing me in a more delicate move than the dominance he was showing me only moments before.
“Are you okay?” he asks pulling back and looking in my eyes searching for any signs of deterioration.
Smiling, I nod. “I’m amazing… thank you. I needed that.”
He chuckles and rolls on his side facing me, propping his head up resting his arm on his elbow. “You look tired.”
I nod. “I am, you’ve worn me out.”
“And that’s all it is?” he asks.
I know what he’s doing. He’s fishing to see if there are any issues. There’s not. Sure I’m way more spent than usual after sex, but I’m sure that’s expected a little over a week after my issues. I’m still recovering, so I feel like my weakness right now is a very normal thing. Nothing for him to be concerned over, or even know about.
“Yes. Now let me cuddle you and have a nap, so we’re all fine to go out tonight. Okay?”
He nods. “Okay, a little nap, then shower, dinner and then to the pub. But you have to take it easy at the pub. Yes?”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “Okay, Dad.”
He snorts and rolls on his back opening his arm for me to snuggle into him, which I do. “Speaking of your dad, is he coming to the pub tonight? I know they’re leaving soon, I’d like to chat with him some more before they leave town?”
Furrowing my brows, I shrug. “Not sure, I can call them and ask if you like.”
“Cool,” is all he says before he kisses the top of my head.
Cuddling into him, I think about why Mercs is so keen to have Dad there tonight, but I figure he just wants to make friends. I mean being on Dad’s good side is always a good thing, so what’s the harm? There isn’t any. I just hope that everyone continues to get along and that Johnny and Lilah aren’t at the pub tonight because that would be really annoying.