Changing the Game (19 page)

He jerked her dress up. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.

“What if I want to fuck your ass, Elizabeth?”

Her clit quivered. She rubbed it against the couch.

“Does that excite you?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“No.”

He reached between them and spread her ass cheeks, his finger dancing between them. Just that light touch excited her.

She’d give him anything.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

She could hardly breathe. Excitement drilled her, aroused her, made her want to rub her clit right now and come. “Yes. Fuck it.”

“Where’s your lube?”

“Upstairs. Left-side drawer.”

“I’ll be right back. Get on your knees on the floor.”

While he was gone, she slid onto the floor and spread her legs, waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation. She slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, unable to resist slipping two fingers inside her pussy to fuck herself.

God, she was so turned on just thinking of Gavin pumping his cock in her ass she could come in a minute or two.

Gavin came down the stairs and stood there, watching her.

“God, you’re beautiful. Are you fucking yourself?”

“Yes. I couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t come yet. Not until I’m in your ass.”

“Hurry.”

He moved behind her and dropped his pants. She kept up the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, the tension and excitement mounting.

Gavin spread her ass cheeks and applied lube over her anus, then rubbed his fingers back and forth over her hole, teasing her, sliding a finger partially inside her. The pressure was intense, exciting, and nothing like what she expected. She wanted him to fuck her.

“Gavin. That feels so good.”

“I’m going to make you come hard tonight with my cock in your ass.”

She shuddered and bent all the way over. “Shove your finger inside me. All the way. Let me feel it.”

He slid his finger in, and she convulsed, pulled her own fingers out of her pussy. It would have been so easy to come right then. The sensation of having his finger in her ass and her fingers in her pussy was tremendous.

Double fucked. She wanted to be double fucked. Her fingers and his cock.

She was going to come so hard.

“Do it. Fuck me. Now.”

He poured more lube on her ass, then she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Gavin leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll go slow and easy. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You control this, okay?”

“Yes.”

She felt his cock head at the entrance to her anus. He probed, pushed past the muscled entrance. It burned, but oh, it was a sweet burn as she continued to lightly rub her fingers over her clit. She took some of the lube that had dripped down her pussy and swiped it over the tortured nub, taking herself right to the edge again. And as he pushed his cock inside her, she shoved her fingers in her pussy again.

She felt him pulse as he stilled, letting her get used to his thickness. But she wanted to feel him move inside her.

“Gavin, fuck me.”

“Your ass is so tight, Elizabeth. It’s squeezing my cock. Do you know how good it’s going to be when we both come?”

She strummed her clit faster, fucked her pussy with three fingers. She was moaning, sweating, out of her mind with a primal hunger that left her senseless. She’d never felt so full before. His cock was thick and hot in her ass as he eased in and out, thrusting against her with a gentle rhythm.

But as her orgasm tunneled ever closer, she didn’t want slow and easy.

“Harder. Fuck me hard, Gavin. Make it hurt.”

“You sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes! Now fuck me and come in me.”

He reared back and slammed his cock into her ass. She screamed and thrust her fingers deep into her pussy and drove the heel of her hand against her clit. As he glued his hips against her buttocks, she felt her oncoming climax and bucked back against him.

“I’m coming, Gavin.”

“And I’m going to come in your ass right . . . now.”

He powered his cock inside her and then burst, yelling out with his orgasm. She tilted her head back and cried out as she climaxed, convulsing on his cock as they both came apart at the same time, both of them shuddering against each other.

It was wild, out of control, nearly unbearable in its intimacy as he took her to a place she’d never been, the sensations jackknifing through her like fire searing every nerve ending. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe as she collapsed in utter exhaustion.

It had been an amazing experience being this close to him, giving him something she’d never given another man. And he’d been right there with her the entire time—holding her, kissing her, his hands all over her body.

And now that it was over, Gavin leaned over and kissed her back, withdrew, then lifted her up as if she were a weightless feather. He carried her upstairs and deposited her in the bathroom and turned the shower on. He was so tender with her, washing every inch of her body, then helping to dry her off. She put on a T-shirt and panties, and they climbed into bed and watched a movie together. When she woke, it was one in the morning, and Gavin was sprawled on his stomach, one foot hanging off the bed.

She wanted him in her bed every night.

Every night forever.

Why couldn’t she just tell him that? Why couldn’t she tell him she loved him?

She knew why. Because things were light and fun between them right now. Oh, sure, he told her he missed her, and he did spend all his time with her. And as far as she knew, he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

But love? That was a whole different animal.

And permanence? She just didn’t see it between her and Gavin.

She snuggled up against him, and he rolled over onto his side and pulled her against him, wrapping his arm around her.

They belonged together. She knew it.

But did he?

She was too afraid to ask him.

Sometimes it was best to not say anything at all.

NINETEEN

THE SHRILL RING OF HIS PHONE MADE GAVIN WISH HE had turned it on vibrate. He rolled over and shoved his head under the pillow. Still, the sound wouldn’t go away.

Goddamn it. What the fuck time was it anyway?

“Gavin, your phone is ringing.”

He heard Elizabeth’s muffled voice next to him.

“I’m ignoring it. They’ll go away.”

“It’s rung three times already. Might be important.”

“It’s probably some drunk dialing the wrong fucking number.” He was tired, he was snuggled up against his warm woman, and he didn’t want to be bothered.

“Or it could be important.”

He sighed, threw the pillow off his head, and fumbled around in the dark, trying to gather his bearings and find the damn phone, finally locating it on the nightstand.

Elizabeth’s nightstand. Oh, yeah. He was at her condo.

He blinked his eyes and tried to open them enough to read the missed-call register.

He shook off the dregs of sleep when he read the name.

“Fuck. It’s Jenna.”

Elizabeth turned on the light while Gavin dialed. She slipped beside him and rubbed his back.

She looked as concerned as he felt.

His stomach clenched. Something was wrong.

“Hey.” Jenna answered on the first ring.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Dad. They think he had a heart attack.”

Gavin swung his legs over the side of the bed, his heart sinking to his stomach. A hundred kinds of dread filled his head. “How bad is it?”

Elizabeth was right behind him, her body a lifeline. He was drowning.

“Don’t know yet. He’s at Barnes Hospital.”

Swallowing panic, he said, “I’ll be right there.”

“Okay.”

Her voice sounded shaky. “Did you get hold of Mick?”

“He’s on the way, too.”

“How’s Mom?”

“A mess, but trying to pretend she isn’t.”

“Are
you
okay?”

“I’m fine, Gavin. Just get here.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

He clicked off the phone. Elizabeth was already off the bed, grabbing Gavin’s clothes.

He lifted his gaze to her. “They think my dad had a heart attack.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She came to him and sat on the bed, wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, God, Gavin. I’m so sorry.”

He took a few seconds to absorb her warmth, her comfort. Then he pulled back.

“How bad is it?”

“They don’t know yet. Everyone’s been notified. I’m going to meet them there.”

He got up and pulled on his clothes. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her clasped hands. “If there’s anything you need me to do, anyone you need me to call, just let me know.”

“Lizzie.”

She lifted her gaze to his. “Yes?”

“I need you. Come with me?”

Silvery tears drifted down her face. “Yes. Of course.” She leaped up and went to get dressed.

GAVIN HATED HOSPITALS, HAD SEEN HIS SHARE OF them—at least the emergency room part of them—for injuries over the years. To Gavin they signaled the possible end of his career.

Right now a hospital meant something entirely different. He didn’t want to think about what might be going on with his dad. His father was a rock, the lifeblood of the Riley family. James Riley had always been invincible and indestructible. He was the strongest man Gavin had ever known. Nothing could topple him.

He was only sixty-five. Too young for a heart attack, right? Sure, his dad had put on a little weight over the years, and his mom’s cooking wasn’t exactly on the low-fat side of things. And maybe exercise wasn’t his father’s favorite thing. He liked to put his feet up and watch sports when he was home. Though he hustled plenty at the bar. And he played basketball with them when they came to visit. And he was always outside doing things.

Okay, maybe Jenna did a lot of the hustling these days behind the bar. Dad was slowing down more and more, hanging out with the customers, chatting them up, doing a lot of the PR work. They’d hired cooks and waitresses so Mom and Dad didn’t have to do so much of the labor intensive work anymore. And Mom still taught dance classes part-time, so she was always running around and staying busy. When she was at the bar, she supervised a lot of the staff and kept her fingers in the cooking. Dad . . .

Shit.

Elizabeth grasped his hand as they got out of the car and headed through the ER doors at the hospital. He shifted his gaze to hers, and her smile strengthened him. Walking in with her beside him helped. He didn’t want to do this alone.

“He’s going to be all right. You have to believe that. If you go in there with the look of doom you have on your face now, it isn’t going to help.”

He nodded. “You’re right.”

He lifted his chin and forced the fear away.

The doors slid open, and the disinfectant smell hit him first. Then the crowd of people with their expressions of worry, exhaustion, and utter despair made him wish he could turn around, go home, and pretend this wasn’t happening.

Elizabeth tugged his hand and went to the information counter.

“We’re here for James Riley,” she said.

The woman typed something on her computer. “He’s in Room 14A. Cell phones must be turned off. Go through the doors to your left. Press the button on your right and give the patient’s name. They’ll buzz you through, and you can ask for directions to his room at the desk there.”

“Thank you,” she said and pulled Gavin along. They got through the security door and to another desk.

What would he have done if Elizabeth hadn’t been there leading him through this crazy maze of doors and hallways that zigzagged this way and that? They finally found the room. Mick and Tara, Jenna and his mom were standing outside. Elizabeth let go of his hand as he stepped up to his family.

“Doctor’s in with him right now,” his mother said as he pulled her into a tight hug.

He nodded. “Any more news?”

Mick shook his head. “We’re waiting to hear from the doctor.”

Mick glanced over Gavin’s shoulder at Elizabeth, frowned, and wrapped his arm around Tara.

“What’s she doing here?”

Gavin’s mother shot Mick a look. “Not now, Michael. Focus on your father.”

Gavin reached for Elizabeth’s hand and twined his fingers with hers.

“I can go sit in the waiting room.”

Gavin pinned her with his gaze. “I need you here with me.”

She nodded. “I’m here for you as long as you want me.”

The doctor finally came out. “We’re going to run some tests. It’ll be a while before I can tell you anything for sure.”

“Was it a heart attack?” Gavin’s mother asked.

Gavin and Mick put their arms around their mother.

The doctor nodded. “Yes. We’re going to examine the extent of the damage next. Once we run more tests, we’ll know. Why don’t you all go to the waiting lounge, and I’ll have someone come and get you after we’re finished.”

“Can I see my dad before you take him for the tests? I just got here.”

“That’s fine. Only for a few seconds.”

Gavin pushed through the sliding glass door, his heart dropping as he saw his dad, pale and hooked up to a bunch of beeping machines. His eyes were closed.

Gavin had never once in his life seen his father look so frail. He fought back tears and put on a smile as he walked in and took his father’s hand.

“Hey, Dad.”

His father’s eyes blinked open. “Hey, kiddo. Guess maybe I took on one too many home-improvement projects.”

Gavin slumped in relief. His father’s trademark sense of humor was still intact. “I blame the lawn mower.”

His dad laughed. “Damn thing. I’ll beat it yet.”

“That’s the spirit. You’re going to be fine.”

“Yeah, I am. Don’t you forget it. I’m not leaving you yet.”

“Didn’t think you were.” If he fell apart in front of his father, it would be the worst thing that could happen.

“Stay strong for your mother. She needs you and your brother most of all.”

Gavin lifted his chin and nodded. “You got it, Dad. Don’t worry about anything.”

A nurse came in. “We need to prep your father now.”

He squeezed his dad’s fingers. “Buck up. We’ll see you soon.”

His dad squeezed back. “I will.”

Gavin stepped into the hall and waited. When they wheeled his dad out, his mom gave him a kiss, then they all watched as he was taken down the hall. When his mother broke and fell against Mick’s chest, Tara and Jenna comforted her.

Gavin felt . . . lost.

They moved to a waiting area one of the staff directed them to, a room with a television and magazines. They sat in silence, all of them no doubt absorbed in their own thoughts. That lasted for about fifteen minutes before Gavin stood and started pacing the room.

“Mind not doing that in front of the television?” Mick asked.

“Since the TV is in the middle of the room, that’s kind of hard unless I leave the room.”

Mick gave him a pointed look.

“Tough shit,” Gavin said. “Deal with it.”

Mick stood.

So did their mother. “Boys, please. I have enough to deal with.”

Tara stood and pulled Mick back into a chair, whispered to him. He looked pissed. Gavin didn’t give a shit.

Elizabeth stood and linked her fingers with Gavin. “I’d love a cup of coffee. Go with me?”

He knew she was trying to defuse the brewing fight between Mick and him, which was probably a wise move. He didn’t feel like putting up with his brother right now.

Instead, he turned to Elizabeth and nodded. “We’ll be right back.”

No one acknowledged his comment, so he walked out the door with Elizabeth. She led him through the maze until they found a vending machine where they bought two coffees. They found a waiting area that was deserted, so they sat and sipped their coffee in the quiet.

“This is terrible coffee,” she said.

“Yeah,” he replied, though he hadn’t even noticed the taste of the coffee. It was a caffeine jolt, so that was good enough. Not that he even needed the caffeine. He was wide awake and would stay that way as long as it took to . . .

To what? To cure his father? How long did it take to cure a heart attack? Was there even a “cure,” or did you just change your lifestyle and move on from there?

Shit. So much he didn’t know. He leaned over and laid his forearms on his knees.

Elizabeth rubbed his back.

“That feels good.”

“You’re doing a lot of thinking.”

“How can you tell? Are my brains leaking out my ears?”

She let out a soft laugh. “No. But you go really quiet when you do a lot of thinking. Want to talk about it?”

He sat up and faced her. “I don’t know anything about heart attacks. What’s going to happen now? Does he modify his diet and do more exercise, and then he’ll be fine? Or does he have to have surgery?”

“I imagine that depends on the severity of the blockage. If it’s not too bad, a change in diet and exercise might help him.”

“And if it’s more than that?”

“Then they’ll need to do more.”

“Like?”

“Angioplasty. Maybe a bypass surgery.”

He leaned back in the chair, took a long swallow of the toxictasting coffee, and studied her. “Since when did you become an expert on all things cardiac related?”

Her lips lifted. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a reality-medicalshow junkie. I know just enough to be dangerous. Medical diagnoses intrigue me, so I watch every medical show I can when I have a spare minute.”

“Get the fuck outta town.”

“No, I’m serious.”

He stared at her, wondering what else he didn’t know about her. “There are facets to you that continue to surprise me.”

She took a sip of coffee. “Good. I hate being predictable.”

“You are anything but predictable, Lizzie.”

He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. “Thank you for being here with me tonight. I couldn’t have made it without you.”

“No place I’d rather be, for as long as you need me.”

Her words made him lean back, look at her. Really look at her. There was something in her eyes . . .

“Gavin.”

Gavin lifted his gaze to Jenna. He stood and so did Elizabeth.

“Doctor’s back. He said for us to meet him in one of their family discussion rooms, and he’s going to talk to us in about ten minutes.”

They followed Jenna to the room and sat. And waited. Ten minutes turned into thirty. Gavin’s skin crawled, and he was ready to climb the walls. He squeezed Elizabeth’s hand on one side and his mother’s on the other.

Finally, the doctor came in.

“I’m Dr. Miles Spinelli, one of the cardiac surgeons here. Mrs. Riley, your husband has a blockage in three arteries.”

His mother squeezed Gavin’s hand. Hard.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means he’s going to need triple-bypass surgery.”

“Oh, God.”

Tears fell down her face. Gavin wrapped his arm around his mother, and Mick held her, too. Mick held Jenna’s hand, and they all sat and listened while the doctor described the bypass surgery and what it would entail for their dad. The doctors were going to strip veins from his leg and use those to bypass the clogged arteries in his heart. It was a complicated and dangerous surgery, but the doctor indicated it was done frequently with a high success rate. He would have to spend about five days in the hospital after surgery, and after that would be sent home with strict dietary and exercise instructions. The recovery would be slow and would require some lifestyle changes.

“The important thing is, he’s alive. He survived the heart attack. Many don’t. Now we’ll get him moved up to a room in the cardiac care unit, monitor him over the next twenty-four hours, and get him ready for surgery on Monday.”

Everyone stood as the doctor left.

“Well. He dodged a bullet,” Mick said.

Gavin’s mother looked pale, her tear-streaked face more than Gavin could handle. If his father had always been a rock, his mother had been Mount Everest. She held the family together, and if she fell apart, the rest of them would, too.

Right now she looked as fragile as a cracked egg.

Jenna took both of Mom’s hands in hers.