Chapter Twenty-Six
~Rafael~
I sped along in my car, the GPS reading off directions to the hospital that the EMTs had told me that they were going to. This was supposed to have been just a lovely night with McKenna, the first we had in ages, and then it had suddenly gone to shit without warning. I hoped that wasn’t an indicator of the universe being against us. I had finally found a woman that I truly got along with and it was going to take a whole lot worse than a sudden emergency to stop me from wanting her.
But the scene replayed in my head. She had been on top of that situation so fast while I was still trying to puzzle together what exactly was going on. By the time I made it over, her hands were moving rapidly, and it was only then that I realized they must have been communicating.
I knew there was a word for the hand movements they were doing, but I couldn’t remember it. I could only watch, more than a little impressed, until she told me what had happened.
Then I was finally useful. It was strange to think that if I hadn’t had a friend at summer camp who was terribly allergic to bees that I probably wouldn’t have an idea of what to do. Thankfully, after three different years to hanging out, I had learned a trick or two for when someone’s allergies were literally killing them.
I had hoped that would be the end of it, but then McKenna had to go and get caught up with helping them even more.
I couldn’t blame her, however. Her kindness, her compassion was one of the reasons I liked her so much, and I’m sure it was also why Dom had been so drawn to her. For someone who had basically been hunted her whole life, she certain had an open heart.
“Incredible,” I said, shaking my head as I made the final turn into the hospital visitor’s parking. McKenna was a much stronger person than I, but with me, she didn’t have to be strong all on her own anymore.
I found a reasonable spot and rushed into the emergency room, looking this way and that for her. Surprisingly, they weren’t in the waiting area, which meant they had already been processed and admitted. That was impressive, from what I heard of hospitals.
“Can I help you, sir?” The receptionist asked, looking up at me with a polite yet bored expression.
“Yes, I’m looking for McKenna O’Grady? She came in with a deaf couple, anaphylaxis reaction that was bought in on ambulance.”
“Are you kin?”
“Well, no, but-”
“If you don’t mind having a seat, I will page her, but we don’t allow friends or significant others of translators in the back.”
“But she’s not even an official translator here! She’s my girlfriend and she just happens to know ASL!” The words were so strange out of my mouth. Even though we had agreed to start dating a month ago, we had yet to call ourselves significant others. But the words were out now, so there was no use denying them.
“I apologize, and I thank her for helping. But policy is policy. I will page her, however, and she will be back with you as soon as she can.”
I wanted to argue with her, to ask what one more person beyond the double doors could possibly hurt, but I realized that she couldn’t break the rules anymore than one of my employees could, and I was wasting time where she could be helping someone else. With a terse nod, I turned around and sat down.
I tried to keep my distance from all of those that were coughing and hacking, but there was only so much space. I just hoped I didn’t catch anything and tried to be as patient as I could.
It wasn’t easy. Patience was not in my nature. I was a go out and conquer kind of guy and just sitting still was exceeding difficult.
It seemed to take forever before McKenna finally came out, but a quick look at my watch revealed that it had only been about twenty minutes. She looked around the moment she was out, clearly searching for me, and I stood.
Relief washed across her face and she ran to me, throwing her arms around me and pressing her face to my chest. I held her like that for several minutes, until finally she pulled away.
“You ready to leave?” I asked her, still keeping a hold of her hand.
“Yes, please.” She let out another long breath before recovering and standing up straight. “This has all been crazy.”
“Yeah, I would say that’s a fairly accurate way to describe tonight.” I lead her out of the emergency room and back to my car, finding it relatively quickly and getting us out of there. It wasn’t until we were on the road, though, that I heard McKenna’s stomach growling.
Oh, that was right. We hadn’t eaten, had we?
“You hungry?” I asked, sparing her a concerned expression while we were at a red light.
“Oh God yes. I thought my stomach was gonna eat itself.”
I laughed at that, giving her hand a squeeze. “Well, if someone hadn’t gone all heroic and saved the day, we might have had a warm meal.”
Thankfully she caught my teasing tone and shot it right back to me. “You’re right! How selfish of me. I totally should have let that guy die.”
“Exactly. Glad to see we’re on the same page.” I peered out the window to pin where we were and what in the area would still be open. Judging by how long it had to have been since McKenna had last eaten, I was guessing that she would prefer sooner rather than later.
“Want to grab a slice of gas station pizza and some soda?”
She sagged in her seat in relief. “You have no idea how good that sounds.”
Yet another thing I liked about the woman, she was always expressive and certain. None of this wishy, washy stuff, or ‘whatever you want’. If she liked something, she told me. And if she didn’t, then she definitely told me.
“Alright. You just try to survive until then.”
“I’ll do my best.”
It was only a few minutes until I found a gas station with a neon sign stating they had fresh slices, and I pulled in. McKenna and I certainly looked a little overdressed for the venue, but I was sure that she didn’t care. She hurried inside, ordering two slices of pepperoni while I came up behind her.
“And what would you like?” She was already pulling out her wallet from her purse, as if I wouldn’t notice.
“You mean one of those wasn’t for me?”
“Uh-uh, no siree. I am a hungry girl and I think I earned it.”
“You certainly did.” I looked to the cashier and slid my card right over the counter before she could object. “I’ll take a slice of cheese, a slide of pepperoni and two fountain sodas.”
“Yessir!”
McKenna gave me a sour look as the cashier slid my card and handed it back to me. “You think you’re slick, don’t you?”
“I don’t need to be slick,” I retorted.
“Oh, you don’t? What, you’re just naturally good at everything?”
“Basically.”
She laughed, the tension falling from her face. I liked seeing her like this and resolved to myself to make her laugh carefreely more often.
We took our pizza once it was ready and helped ourselves to drinks from the soda fountain. There wasn’t exactly seating in the gas station though, so we went outside and found a bench next to my car.
McKenna dug in, but I found myself watching her, thinking about everything that had happened. I realized that I actually didn’t know much about her, especially for someone who once thought they knew all of her secrets.
“So, where did you learn all that?”
“All that?” she parroted, raising her brow.
“What you were doing with your hands, with that woman. How you were talking.”
“Oh, you mean the sign language?”
“Ah, yes. Sign language. Where did you learn it?”
She seemed amused by my question and look a long sip of her drink. “That’s actually what I went to college for.”
I had to admit I was a bit surprised at that. She had told me about her boyfriend and how she pushed herself to graduate, but I had just assumed that it was some sort of liberal arts or hospitality degree. That was rude of me; I shouldn’t have done that.
Now that I thought about it, she had even said that she worked for a video service, it just hadn’t clicked at the time because I had been so distracted by what her boyfriend had done to her. What else had I missed? “You have your Bachelor’s in sign language?”
“ASL, specifically. And I got my BA and several certifications for translating. I was going to change the world and make it a better place for deaf or hard of hearing people everywhere.” She chuckled at herself, but it was a dry and bitter sound.
“Then why are you working as a janitor at my building! You should be working for the hospital, or social services, or even the UN!”
“Abusive boyfriend chasing me across the country, remember? I couldn’t take a job in my relatively niche field because he would always be able to find me. So, I settled.”
“I would say,” I said, shaking my head. “Why are you still working at my company! He’s gone, you should be too!”
A strange expression crossed her face. “I… I guess you’re right. But…”
“But…?”
She took a bite of pizza, chewing as she stared at me. She seemed to think for quite a while before finally responding. “I think I’m not ready yet. I found a place that I really liked, and my coworkers are wonderful. I think I could use a little stability before going after a life I’ve already given up on.”
“I suppose I understand. But I think you definitely think about how long you want to stay here. As much as I love having you at the company, that’s a hell of a career you’ve got ahead of you.”
“I would need to recertify myself, and probably take some refresher courses. Tonight, was the first time I signed in goodness knows how long. Goodness knows they cost and arm and a leg.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I said, waving the worry away with my hand. “I’d pay for them.”
She stared at me, clearly shocked for a moment, before shaking her head emphatically. “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to-”
“You’re not asking at all, but I’m still offering. Consider it an investment in the future of someone I care about.”
She said nothing for a minute, just standing back and shaking her head. It was difficult to see in the dark, but I swore that I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. That wouldn’t do now. That wouldn’t do at all. “You’re…” she took a deep breath, as it to collect herself. “You are ridiculously nice, you know that?”
“Well, I don’t think I’ve been accused of that before, but when it comes to you, I guess I don’t mind being a little soft.”
Suddenly she was leaning over the table, her lips pressed against mine with the faint hit of pepperoni spice about her mouth. I was certainly surprised, but it was a pleasant sort of feeling.
Her arms came up to wrap around my shoulders, so I gripped her waist and pulled her over the table so that she was in my lap.
Our mouths moved against each other feverishly, and I could feel my body quickly ramping up. Her dress was bunched up on her thighs, barely covering her thick rear end, but that let me reach behind her and grip the flesh that was barely covered by her lacy underwear.
“Rafael,” she purred into my mouth, looking up at me through her lashes.
“McKenna,” I breathed back, just as desperate.
“I need you.”
Those words made me rock hard in an instant and I felt heat travel to every cell in my body. “It’s not that far of a drive home-”
“No! Now. I don’t want to wait.” She leaned forward again, crashing her lips to mine. Her hips ground against me and my body was responding to her, making my judgement fade.
“We can’t out here.” I said, looking around at the street just a bit away and the gas station just on the other side of the wall separating us slightly from its parking lot.
“Then drive around the back,” she whispered. “Take me in the car just please, don’t make me wait.”
“Alright,” I hissed, passion making my voice harsh and gravely. “Get in the car.”
She hopped off my lap happily and rushed to the car. I strode over too, getting in and revving the engine.
Palms already sweating, I drove back behind the building, to a pot-hole filled, unlit, obviously unused lot and chose the farthest corner from both the road and the station before throwing it into park and leaning my seat back.
McKenna was on me in an instant, her legs on either side of my hips and her lips on mine. She was so ravenous in her movements that it pulled out the dominant side of me, and my hands went to her hips, gripping the fabric there.
I moved her waist in circles, pulling her down against me as she shifted. The sensations against my already hardened length set my teeth on edge, pleasure drenching the edges of my mind.
She groaned against my lips, rolling her hips in time with my demanding grip. We wound ourselves into a heated frenzy until finally, it was too much.
I shifted her dress down so her bra was visible, revealing the top of those soft, luscious orbs for me again. Deftly, my fingers gent to her back and I popped the clasp, almost ripping it form her frame.
She laughed giddily, a throaty sound that made me want to ravish her that much further. My mouth found the side of her neck, then slowly traveled down until I was taking one of her pert nipples in my mouth.
She gasped, and her grinding against me grew that much more insistent. I wouldn’t be surprised is the front of my pants was already soaked through from her efforts, but that thought just turned me on that much more.
Her mewls filled my car as we steamed up our window, and I moved on to her other breast. My other hand moved between us, and I slid my fingers into her panties, barely able to fit between us.
She was just as wet a I thought she would be, dousing my fingers and having already soaked through her lacy negligee. Pulling it to the side, I let my digits stroke against her, and she started riding my hand.
“Oh please, Rafael,” she begged, voice barely more than a whisper. “Just like that.”
I caught her lips in mine as my fingers worked her over, stroking at the outside while my thumb stayed at the bundle of nerves that I knew would have her falling to pieces within minutes. I wanted to be inside of her, my need tenting against my pants almost violently, but I made myself wait. It would be so much sweeter to hear her come undone twice rather than once.
I worked her up and over, her full lips open and begging me for her release. I played with her, drawing it out far longer than I probably should have, before finally delving two fingers into her and curling them to that little shelf-like inset that sat just inside her.
She cried out as she came, far too loudly considering how in public we were, so I covered her mouth with another bruising kiss. I felt her clamp down on my hand, her walls fluttering for nearly a minute before she finally melted against my chest like putty.
“Thank you,” she panted, looking up at me with the most grateful expression. I didn’t think I could ever get tired of this woman. She was perfection in female form, and I wanted to know every possible part of her.
My finger slipped out of her and went to my belt. I cursed as I fumbled with the buckle, my fingers still slick from her, but I managed to open it and slide it open enough to get to my zipper and slide that down.
She let out a near-purr and reached into my underwear, pulling me out from the confines of the fabric. It took a little bit of moving and shifting on both our parts, but eventually I was pressing at her entrance.
“Do you want me?” I asked her, gripping her so that she couldn’t drop down onto me.
“Yes,” she whined, her lips pushing into a pout as she tried to satiate the need inside of her. “So badly. Please, don’t make me wait.”
“Tell me how much you want me,” I ordered, my thumbs stroking circles on her hips.
“More than anything. Please,” God, she was so sexy when she begged. It took all of my willpower not to just bury myself in her right then and there, driving myself in a frenzy until we were both spent. But I wanted to make this last. Then again, when didn’t I?
“Good girl,” I said, finally allowing her to slide down onto me.
We both gasps as I filled her, her walls so hot and wet I thought I might lose myself right then and there. She was so warm, so slick, that it was almost unfair.
But I wasn’t complaining. No, by far I was reverently thanking every deity that I knew of that I had somehow stumbled across this woman dancing across my floor. What would have happened if I hadn’t happened to stay late that day? I shuddered to think about it.
“I’m ready,” she hissed, flexing around my shaft as she reached its base.
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Tightening my grip on her hips, I thrust in and out of her with all of the strength I had, using my leverage to bring her down with even more force.
Judging by the sounds she was making, she was loving every minute. I watched, hypnotized, as she pistoned up and down, her breasts bouncing in time to our rhythm. It was such a hot, erotic sight that I knew I would be distracted by it at the worst of times for the next month.
“God, Rafael, you make me feel so good,” she gasped, face turned to the ceiling as she continued to ride me.
“You deserve to feel good,” I answered. “I want you to. I want you to come for me again and again and again.”
My words seemed to alight something in her because she leaned back, her plush rear almost setting off my steering wheel’s horn. But the changed angle allowed me to hit a new place within her, and she let out a cry the moment I did.
I didn’t need a manual to know that was a good thing, and I thrust again, and again, and again. She lasted maybe a minute before letting out a cry and clamping down on me like a vice.
“Oh God, Rafael! Rafael!”
I watched her fall apart, a stunning scene full of pink skin, heady gasps and red cheeks. Her lips crashed against me as she rode out her high, and I felt my own rapidly approaching.
I lost my rhythm as I thrust wildly up into her, my lower half feeling like it would explode. And explode it did, rocking my mind with the most intense orgasm I had had in weeks.
She laid against my chest and we sat there for several moments, slowly cooling down. But it wasn’t until McKenna shifted uncomfortably that I let myself slide from her.
“That was nice,” she rasped, clambering into the passengers’ seat and trying to make herself decent. That was the one downside of car sex, there wasn’t any cuddling or enjoying the afterglow.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I asked, putting myself back into my pants. “You ready to head back to my place?” I said.
She twisted in her seat so that she could plant a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Sure. Maybe by then we’ll both be up for round two.”
“Maybe,” I answered, giving her my own grin before we drove off into the night.