Until You (6 page)

"Obviously. And where do you think you're going? Was I just an easy lay and now you're leaving?" he asked, smiling widely as he lay in bed. His hair fell over his eyes as he propped his arm up behind his head.

Trina stood there in only bikini bottoms. Her mouth watered at the sight of his rippling muscles and hard body since the sheet lay down around his hips. "No, don't be silly." She waved him off. "I actually,"
How am I supposed to explain this?
"I need to run over to my place and get my medicine. I can't miss a dose. I was just looking for a shirt to throw on real quick." She turned back to her bag. "It kind of slipped my mind, and I—"

"Check in the second drawer on the left. There should be a t-shirt in there." He sat up in bed, the sheet hanging low on his hips.

"Thanks, I will be right back, I swear." Sliding on the t-shirt she hurried out of his room.

Trina unlocked her door and ran inside to the kitchen.
Shit shit shit
! She silently cursed to herself. How could she forget she needed her injection? She had been so diligent about taking it since her relapse. She knew better than this. She grabbed her syringe out of the refrigerator.

Seriously? Dammit!
She cursed realizing she forgot that it needed to sit for twenty minutes to get to room temperature before she injected it. How could she forget that? This guy really had her rattled.

Walking back to the door with the syringe in her hand, she was not surprised to see Sam leaning against the doorframe, barefoot, in only a pair of shorts.
Oh yum,
she thought. His smile was wide as he watched her. Folding his arms across his chest, he waited patiently for her.

"Boo," he said, smiling seductively.

"You didn't trust me to come back?" she said as she giggled. "After all, you do still have my dog." She was shocked Toby didn't wake up and follow her. He was such a mama's boy. She normally wasn't able to leave a room without him.

"Nah, I thought I'd come keep you company. Everything okay? Did you get what you needed?"

He looked so damn sexy leaning in the doorway. Trina walked up to him, kissing his arm and then his shoulder. "I'm fine. I did get what I needed. Kind of," she said and smiled at him.

Telling people about her illness was never easy. They always flipped out and acted as if she was dying. She was not dying. Far from it. She was perfectly fine, as long as she took her injections.

Sam saw she had something in her hand, but didn't ask about it. It wasn't his business. "Okay, well then, you ready to crawl back in bed with me?" He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Sam shifted and let out a breath, as his pants grew tight from his hard on.

"I am," Trina said, smiling at him, making sure to lock the door as they left.

After entering his condo, Sam crawled back into bed, shedding his shorts. Trina headed for the bathroom. She set the syringe on the counter; she was going to have to wait for about twenty minutes before she could inject it. Probably just long enough to explain to him what she was doing. She never enjoyed having that conversation.

"You okay?" he asked as she headed back to the bed.

"I am." She kept the t-shirt on, curling in next to him.

"Are you sure you still need these on?" He tugged suggestively at her bikini bottoms.

Trina giggled. "I actually have to get back up in a little bit, so..."

Sam wasn't going to pry. "Okay." He just smiled, happy that she was in his bed.

Trina watched him and wondered why he wasn't asking her anything. "Aren't you curious?" she finally asked.

"About what?"

She moved closer, kissing his shoulder. "What I was doing."

"It's none of my business. Unless you want to tell me."

She wanted to tell him, she wanted someone she could be honest with. She wanted a friend. "I do. I don't have anything to hide."

"Okay, so tell me." His smile bright, he waited patiently.

"Well, Sam." She paused. "I take medicine every night at bedtime, and I can't miss a dose." She sat up in bed, not sure how to tell him about her
disease
, like some people liked to call it. "I have Multiple Sclerosis. I don't know if you know much about it?" She paused as he shook his head. "MS is an autoimmune disease. It's hard to explain, but basically your immune system damages your brain and spinal cord. In some cases it can affect the ability to walk and talk. I know, it sounds scary."

Pausing for a moment, she watched him digest all the information. "It can cause muscle weakness, and vision problems. Exercise helps with the symptoms, so I make sure to keep up a good workout regimen. I also have to inject medicine daily. I completely forgot that it has to sit out for about twenty minutes before I can use it, so it's sitting in the bathroom. That's why I have to get back up soon. I still have to take my shot." She waited for the freak out response that she always got.

"Okay." Sitting up so he was eye to eye with her. "Do I have to be gentle with you after you inject it?" he asked, his face twisted with concern. However, Trina saw no signs of the usual freak out.

Confused, she shook her head, "Um, no not really."

His brow still furrowed, he added, "But you are okay, right?"

It was not exactly a freak out, but it was something. "Yes, I am fine," she assured him.

"Trina," he said, taking her face in his hand. "Did you expect me to run for the hills?"

"Well, kind of," she said and smiled, feeling more relaxed.

"You said you are fine. Right?" he asked. His calm smile was inches from her lips.

"Yes. But most people act like I'm dying; they treat me with kid gloves, like I'm gonna freakin' break. I'm not used to this quiet response," she said, laughing a little.

"I'm not like most people. You're telling me you have MS, and you just need to give yourself a shot once a day, and exercise, but you are fine." He leaned in and kissed her lips. "Thanks for being honest. I know you really didn't have to. Hey, how about I tell you something that I don't really have to?"

Interested, she looked over at him. "And what would that be?"

"I feel bad I couldn't hold out longer that first time. It's just that it has been a really long time since I got laid," he said, letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't laugh!"

"I'm not going to laugh. Seriously. It's been a while for me too."

Sam pulled her into his arms, and they laid in bed until she had to go take her injection. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She smiled, crawling out of bed.

"Do you need anything? Can I help? Or can I get you something?" Sam didn't know the proper response, but she could see in his eyes that he did care.

"No thanks," she said, smiling back at him. "I have everything I need." She closed the bathroom door behind her. Giving herself the shot wasn't fun, but it was a necessary evil. Getting it over as quick as possible was the trick. After cleansing her arm, she prepared the syringe, then quickly injected her arm with the medicine. A small wince and it was over.

She grabbed the cotton ball she brought with her and held it on for a second. Nervous, she realized that she forgot about disposing the needle.
Shit
. She couldn't just leave it here lying around.

Trina walked back into the bedroom holding the syringe. Her face felt hot and red with embarrassment as she rushed across the room. "I'm sorry, I actually have to run back over real quick; I forgot I need to throw this out."

"Well, don't take too long, okay?" he said, then flashed her a smile.

His smiles were too much; she grinned back at him and hurried to her condo to dispose of the syringe properly. Returning to his bedroom, she shut the sliding glass door behind her and crawled back into his bed.

"Now can we take these off?" He tugged at her swimsuit bottoms and the t-shirt.

"Yes," she whispered, barely getting the word out before he had her bottoms off and on the floor and was tugging at the t-shirt.

Trina laughed softly, and naked again, snuggled in next to Sam, wrapping her body around him. She ran her finger lightly over his tattoos. There was something about a guy with tattoos. She thought they were sexy. A sentimental work of art on a permanent canvas. It was almost poetic.

"So, Sam," she started to say as she traced his abs and pecks, her head lying on his chest. "...your hockey tattoos, what's the deal with them?" After sleeping with him, she should at least leave knowing who he was.

"Because I play hockey," he answered matter of factly.

"You
play
hockey?" she repeated like a myna bird. He
plays
hockey?

"I do. In San Jose." His eyes stayed half lidded and a sexy smile crept over his face. She squinted and laughed nervously, still not sure who he was. "Sam Morris. You know, number 7? I was rookie of the year my very first season in the league?"

Trina just looked up at him trying to place the face with the name. She only saw the other teams when they played Winnipeg, so she didn't see San Jose often.

"I
play for the Crushers." He waited for her to connect him with his professional hockey team.

"That explains the tattoos." She said. It figures she would be in bed with a hockey player. Her brother, Tyler, had one rule, she was
not
to date professional hockey players. He made that clear as soon as he was drafted. However, after the insane orgasms Sam just gave her, her brother could shove his goddamn rule. She wanted more of Sam.

She rolled on top of Sam, kissing his hard chest, her blonde hair falling to one shoulder. Her hair tickled his skin as she softly kissed his chest. She whispered against his skin with a smile, "My brother is going to kill me."

Sam snapped out of the fog of pleasure he was in long enough to be curious. "Your brother? Why? Who's your brother?"

Before he could finish his thought, Trina continued to kiss down his stomach, her warm body moving along his, as she tasted every inch of him. He could feel how wet she was as she positioned herself onto his hips. His hard-on returned in full force. Leaning his head back in pleasure, she slid her moist center down onto his awaiting erection. Sam let out a soft groan as he wrapped his large hands around her hips, holding her tight against his middle.

She had no plans to stay the night, and she probably should've left already, but, oh hell the sex was fucking amazing, and she wanted more.

Sam held her hips as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Not so fast this time, baby. I promise you that." He lifted her so she again was over his hips. Sliding back into her, making her moan loudly, he buried himself deep inside of her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. Grabbing a handful, he tugged, making her cry out in excitement.

"Not so much talking," she whispered just before he flipped her over onto the bed. With a low grunt he thrust himself deep inside of her.

Holding the headboard with one hand, Sam used the other to caress her breasts, taking care to show both attention. He concentrated on her reaction to his touch, continuing to caress her breasts and play with her nipples. She liked how he played with her, tugging at her nipples just hard enough.

He slowed his pace, and it made her ache for more. "Don't stop," she said, whining.

"Not yet," he growled, rolling off of her and propping her up onto his hips.

He guided her as she positioned herself just right on his hips, sliding his length inside her. She wanted to feel him thrust into her, but he paused. She tilted her head back and shut her eyes, feeling his teeth scrape her nipple. She wanted him so badly, she started to grind against his hips, taking it upon herself, moving him into her more.

He sucked hard at her nipple, then replaced his lips with his fingers. The playful tweak of his fingers sent warmth surging through her body. She shivered as his lips brushing against her shoulder. Sam continued to tug at her enlarged nipples, taking her to heights of pleasure that made her body demand to orgasm

"What do you want, baby?" he whispered in a deep voice, with a small smile on his face. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear her say it."

Trina was on the verge of orgasm and she wanted it so badly. She leaned over to his ear, brushing his jaw with her warm lips. A slight moan escaped her. "Fuck me. Make me come now,
please
," she whispered into his ear, almost begging.

She moved back slightly and he took over her mouth with his. Grabbing her shoulders, he held her tight to him as he thrust hard inside of her. His pace quickened and intensified as he held her tight to him. Sweat dripped down his back. His lips moved softly against hers. Their tongues tangled.

Her body was on fire. He filled her to the hilt but she still wanted more. She raked her nails down his back. Her nails bit into his skin. She wanted him to explode inside of her. She was ready to start begging until finally he slammed into her hard.

His fingertips held her hips tight onto his so he could be as deep inside her as possible. Finally, at his breaking point, he was not able to hold back anymore.