Micah

 

Coming to in the hospital was like reaching the surface after being lost in a pitch black ocean and finally figuring out which way was up. One moment you're surrounded by brackish nothingness, an unending infinity of cool shadows, and the next you're bursting through, and sucking in great big lungfuls of air.

 

My eyes fluttered open and tried to take in the surroundings, even through my stupor.

 

“Micah?” a voice asked. “You awake, babe?”

 

“I'll go let them know,” I heard another voice say.

 

“Drink . . .” I whispered, my throat harsh and dry, as I looked around.

 

Then, I saw her. Kaci. My north star, my guiding light. The woman I'd killed for, the woman I'd taken a bullet over. And I didn't regret it for one moment.

 

Not feeling anything didn't hurt, either. Pain meds in the hospital are good shit.

 

She offered me the straw from a glass of water. I drank, already feeling more refreshed. I coughed a little when she took the water away, clearing my throat. “We get him?” I asked.

 

She reached down and grabbed my hand. “Yeah, we got him,” she said with a grin on her lips as a doctor and some nurses came in to check up on me. “See you soon, okay?”

 

I nodded and she disappeared outside to join Gov in the hallway as the doctors and nurses worked me over. Turns out I'd been unconscious since the day before. They were soon done, though, and they let Kaci come back in for a moment, with the doctorly advice of “let him get some rest.”

 

Kaci was still smiling from ear to ear as she shut the door behind her and came to my bedside. She wore a conservative top, more conservative than I'd been used to, at least, and a mid-thigh skirt with a floral print that matched the rest of her outfit. “You gave me a scare. Me and Gov,” she said as she climbed partially onto the bed with me, showing a little bit of leg.

 

And, Christ, what legs. A whole day asleep was apparently getting me excited. I smiled, already feeling better. “Didn't think I'd pull through, huh?”

 

She laughed. “Just . . . just don't do that again, okay?”

 

“Square off with a Russian mob boss while I'm completely unarmed, you mean?”

 

“Yeah,” she replied, brushing my hair off my forehead and touching my cheek, “that.”

 

“You're no fun,” I said.

 

“No fun, huh?” she asked before leaning down to kiss me.

 

Her lips were like ambrosia as they touched mine. Sweet, beautiful, soft, wonderful as she groaned into my mouth.

 

“I thought I lost you,” she said as she broke our kiss.

 

“Lose me?” I asked, reaching out for her and pulling her up onto the bed. I felt weak, but not entirely helpless. “I was right where you left me.”

 

She tried to slap my hands away. “Doctors say you need to rest,” she said, giggling as I put my hand on her thigh. I noticed she didn't slap that hand away, though. Instead, she just spread her legs a little farther.

 

“I feel great,” I said as I pulled her on top of me, my hand still on her thigh, and climbing. “They've got me on a morphine drip.”

 

“Goddamn you, Micah Marlow,” she said, her exasperation turning into tantalization as my hand slid higher and found the front of her panties. She sucked in a breath as my fingers began to tease her, leaned down and kissed me again.

 

We broke our kiss. “How about, instead of damning me, you just remind me why it's so wonderful to be alive?”

 

Kaci giggled. “Fine,” she agreed, and kissed me again. I moved my hand around, grabbed her panties' waistband and pulled them down her slim, shapely legs. “I can't believe we're doing this,” she whispered as we tossed her underwear aside and went back to kissing as my hand slipped back up between her thighs and found her sex.

 

Whether she believed it, or not, my fingers could tell she was at least excited by it!

 

She threw a leg over me and straddled my waist. Her hair fell like a curtain around my head as we continued to make out, my hands running up and down her back, pulling her skirt up in back.

 

She reached down between us, got my gown out the way. She wrapped her hand around my already excited cock. “Don't go too crazy,” she whispered with a smile as she began to stroke me. “I don't want to pull out your stitches.”

 

“Only bitches need stitches,” I said, grinning with a little help from the pain medication.

 

With my gown out of the way, she lowered herself down my body. She redirected my manhood, parted her lips with my head.

 

I groaned, the pleasure already adding to the meds. My eyes rolled back a little from the intensity of it. “Fuck, Kaci, just put me inside you.”

 

She pressed her lips to mine again as she lowered herself back onto my cock, consuming me with her hungry lips.

 

It was like a little piece of heaven as she slipped over me like the purest sex ever. I tried to move my hips, but she put a hand on my chest, making me stop.

 

“You try to get all rambunctious, babe,” she whispered with an evil look in her eyes, “and I'll go finish myself off in that chair over there instead. Promise.”

 

“Oh,” I groaned as she slid up and down my length. “Would you make me watch?” I asked, images of her playing with herself in the hospital chair flooding my mind.

 

“You wouldn't be allowed to touch yourself, either,” she said, kissing me again and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

 

I groaned into her mouth, my tongue swirling around hers. I fought and kept my hips perfectly still. She rode me like a champ, soft and slow and smooth, making sure I could savor every nook and cranny of her beautiful pussy.

 

Soon, her breath was coming faster, and we had to break our kiss so she could breathe. She worked her hips and legs, fucking herself a little faster on my tool, panting with the pleasure. She let out a loud, low groan as she ground herself on my cock.

 

I felt her tighten around me, massaging my length as she shook in my arms.

 

I was right behind her. I held her tighter, my arms refusing to release her ever again. I held her in place on my cock, my hips just barely thrusting as I emptied myself into her.

 

We kissed again, moaning into each other as our bodies shook in our mutual orgasm.

 

“God,” I whispered, “I do love you, Kaci Sizemore.”

 

# # #

Kaci

 

“I love you, too, Micah Marlow,” I whispered back before dropping my head on his chest. “Till the stars burn out, and the world is nothing but darkness.”

 

“Hey,” her replied before kissing the top of my head, “stop stealing my lines.”

 

I grinned, my cheek still pressed to his chest. “Stolen line, or not,” I said with a sigh, “I'm serious.” I pushed myself up a little and got up next to him in the bed. “I'll ride or do whatever crazy shit you got in mind, forever. No matter what.”

 

“I think,” he said, one eyebrow raised, “we're gonna keep it to riding from here on out. I'm keeping the bike, but I'm putting the whole MC shit away. Definitely not running guns anymore, that's for damn sure.”

 

I reached up, put the back of my hand to his forehead. “You sure you were feeling well enough to screw?” I asked in a mocking tone. “Or is that just the meds talking?”

 

He laughed and batted my hand away. “Nah,” he said, “I'm serious, Kaci. I wouldn't mind having a life where I don't get shot at, or have to worry about my friends getting murdered. First thing I need to do, though, is find some woman to make me an honest man.” He gathered up my left hand in his, squeezed it.

 

I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise at his words. My heart jumped like I'd stuck a fork in an electric socket. Was he . . . was he really asking me?

 

“So, how about it?” he asked, bringing my ring finger up to his lips and kissing it softly. “Will you marry me, Kaci Sizemore?”

 

“Y-yes! Of course I will!”