Read WMIS 03 Play With Me Online
Authors: Kristen Proby
* * *
“He’s
not doing well, Meg.”
Jill
rubs her hand up and down my back consolingly as I read Nick’s chart. I’ve only
been gone for a few days, how could he have gotten so sick so quickly?
“What
happened?”
“He
caught pneumonia. He’s been sleeping a lot, and his family is with him. He
won’t take that jersey that Montgomery gave him off. He’s been asking for you,
honey.”
Shit.
This is the
part of my job that I absolutely hate. Nick could get better, but his cancer is
aggressive, and to catch pneumonia with all the chemo in his body is not a good
thing. I grab his chart and head for his room, schooling my features and
straightening my shoulders. Nick doesn’t need to see me sad; he needs me to be
professional and upbeat. Reassuring.
I
knock lightly on his door and poke my head inside. Nick’s mom is sitting next
to his bed, knitting. She looks exhausted.
“Hi,
Meg. Come on in.” She offers me a half smile.
“Hey,
how’s our guy?” I ask and come in the room. Nick’s asleep, and just as Jill
said, he’s in his jersey. His breathing is labored and he’s a bit sweaty. I
take his temp and frown at the high number, then check his chart to see when he
received meds for fever last.
“Not
good,” she whispers and blinks tears from her eyes.
“Hey,
Meg.” Nick’s voice is nothing but a gravelly whisper.
“Hey,
buddy.” I take his hand in mine and smile down at him. “I hear you got sick on
me while I was away.”
“Yeah.”
“Well,
we’re gonna get you better, okay? You just rest.” I pat his thin shoulder and
sigh as he falls back to sleep. “I’m going to go get him some more medicine
for his fever and catch up with his doctor. I just got here and wanted to come
see him when I heard the news.”
“Thanks,
Meg. I’m glad you’re here today.”
I
leave his room and march straight to the nurses’ station with Nick’s chart.
“Who
was assigned to Nick this morning?”
“Elena,
why?” Jill asks with a frown.
“He’s
two hours
late in getting fever meds, Jill. He’s burning up. Did she
leave for the day?”
“I
think so.”
“Well,
she’s getting written up for this. If she can’t keep track of her patient’s
meds, she shouldn’t be here.” With that, I walk to the charge nurse office and
pull my phone out, and text Will.
If
you have any time available, at any point today, can you come to the hospital?
Will
won’t magically cure anything, but it might lift Nick’s spirits to see him, and
I’ll try anything to get him better.
I
know that we shouldn’t have favorite patients, but Nick is special to me. He’s
been here for three months already, and we were hopeful that the treatments
were working and we’d be able to send him home by the end of September. Now I’m
not so sure.
My
phone pings with a response from Will.
What’s
wrong?
I’m
fine.
I
respond.
Nick’s really sick.
I
probably shouldn’t impose on him like this. My job isn’t his problem. Just as I
start to text him again to say never mind, he responds with
I’ll bring you
dinner and chat with Nick for a bit. 7 ok?
I
grin as I respond.
Perfect.
Thank you. I owe you.
* * *
“He
doesn’t look good,” Will remarks and takes a bite of his Chinese food.
“He’s
not,” I reply. We’re sitting in the charge nurse office, the door is closed,
and an array of Chinese food choices is spread over the desk. Will arrived
about thirty minutes ago, and after kissing me silly by the elevator, I took
the bags of food and he said a quick hello to the sick teenager.
“I’m
sorry, Meg. He’s a great kid.” His eyes are somber.
“Yeah,
he is.” I push my plate away and lean back in the chair, brushing my hands
vigorously though my hair. “I hate this part of my job.”
“You
look tired.”
“I’m
okay.” I shrug and gaze over at him. His eyes are worried, roaming over my face
and I love him for being concerned about me and for just being here. “Thanks
for coming. I needed to see you.”
His
eyes flare with happiness at my words and he grins over at me. “All you ever
have to do is ask, babe. Come here.”
He
pushes his chair back from the desk as I stand and quickly walk around to him.
He pulls me down in his lap and I curl up against him. He tucks my head under
his chin and caresses my back soothingly.
God,
it feels good to be in his arms.
* * *
It’s
been a long day. Nick is no better when I leave for the night, and I feel
guilty because I won’t be there for the next few days. So much can happen in
that small amount of time. Maybe I should pick up a shift. I’ll call the day
nurse tomorrow and see if they need me over the next few days.
I’d
love to go to Will’s but I ended up working late. It’s almost 4:00 a.m., and he
has a game tonight, so I decide to just go home and not bother him. I’m still
driving the Rover. It’s much fancier than my Toyota sedan, and is fun to drive.
My
phone suddenly starts ringing and I frown when I see
Football Star
flashing across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Where
are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In
your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are
you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the
bed.
“I
think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m
fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours
checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I
chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him.
Thank him for earlier.
“I’m
on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.”
I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I
drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the
house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed,
asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He
looks tan and sexy and…
mine.
I
strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself
around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to
him.
He
wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and
the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I
missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I
missed you, too.”
He
kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He
gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and
playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile
against his mouth when I find him naked.
His
ass is really spectacular.
He
pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving,
just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his
fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just
content to love each other softly. Be together.
I
raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I
feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly
against me.
“So
wet,” he whispers.
“Need
you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs
the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks
inside me.
His
eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests
his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him,
allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your
body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…”
I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when
his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck,
that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You
have the most beautiful smile.”
He
disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His
hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a
nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the
same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His
beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me,
his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him,
and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I
love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his
cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself
there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his
ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah,
hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself
inside me.
He
kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He
rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and
falls asleep.
I
think I just fell in love with him.
* * *
“So,”
Jules flashes her sweet grin at me and I tense. Ah hell, she only uses that
when she wants something. “What’s going on with you and my brother?”
I
take a long drink of my margarita and eye Jules. She’s sitting across from me
at the same sports bar where Will brought me on our
it-doesn’t-count-first-date. She, Natalie and I are enjoying late happy hour
after having shopped all evening and getting pedicures.
These
girls don’t play when it comes to shopping.
“Leave
her alone,” Natalie mutters, then eyes me suspiciously. “On second thought, I
want to know too. What’s up? You guys seemed pretty cozy while bowling the
other night.”
I
shrug and look down. “We’re sleeping together.”
“Duh.”
Jules rolls her eyes. “The way you were making the googly eyes at each other
screamed sex. And I’m trying to ignore that he’s my brother because otherwise,
that’s just… ew.” She shudders.
“What
we want to know is, what
else
is going on?” Natalie asks with a grin.
“I
don’t know. We just started sleeping together the other night.”
“Your
three date rule?” Jules asks.
“Yep,”
I smile smugly at her.
“Good
girl.” Nat fist-bumps me and I laugh.
“We’re
seeing each other, I guess.” I shrug and take another sip of my margarita.
“He’s a great guy. Not the asshole I originally thought he was.”
“He’s
arrogant as can be sometimes, but definitely not an asshole,” Jules agrees.
“I’m
not crazy about his arrogant public persona,” I admit. “But I like how he is
with me when we’re alone. He’s been great to the kids at the hospital, and he
is fun to be with. I don’t think I could afford to feed him for long. The man
can pack away the food.”
“You
should have seen him as a teenager. This is nothing. I think mom and dad had to
take out a second mortgage on the house just for Will’s groceries.”
“I’m
not surprised,” I laugh.
“So,
you like him,” Natalie grins knowingly.
“I
like him,” I agree.
“If
he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” Jules’ eyes are narrowed menacingly and I giggle.
“Aren’t
you supposed to be saying that to me? He’s your brother.”
“He’s
a man.” She shrugs as if that explains it all.
“Hey!
He’s on TV! Turn up the volume!” Natalie yells over to the bartender. He turns
up the volume on the TV in time to catch a post-game interview with Will.
He
looks fantastic, all sweaty and dirty, panting.
Damn,
that jersey does things to me.
“Great
game, Montgomery. Congrats on another win.” The shorter man turns the mic to
Will, who smiles graciously.
“Thanks,
man. We played a good game.”
“Do
you think Jennings will be out for the rest of the season with that knee injury
in the third quarter?”
“Oh,
man, I hope not. I don’t know.”
“Did
you feel any pressure from the Green Bay defensive line tonight?”
Will
frowns down at the guy like that is the stupidest question he’s ever heard. “I
feel pressure from every defensive line.”