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Heat flooded her pussy, and then the rhythmic pulses drug me under.
The next few seconds—the longest seconds of my life—were weird.
Not a bad weird, either.
A new weird.
A… sensational weird.
My orgasm rolled through me.
But it had to have been by far the longest orgasm I’d ever felt.
It lasted for what felt like forever.
Long moments passed as my cock jerked inside of her, but nothing left my cock.
My orgasm was the most intense feeling in the world, yet… no ejaculate.
My heart raced, my eyes crossed, and I bellowed in surprise.
And when it was over, when the feeling finally subsided, I said, “I think I might’ve died.”
She laughed. “I think I followed in your footsteps.”
Nothing happened for the next few minutes as we gathered our composure.
Then, hesitantly, she asked, “Is that okay?”
‘That’ being my dick.
“I didn’t ejaculate,” I said. “But… that was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. Like, by far the best feeling ever. And I’m scared that I’ll never feel it again.”
She snorted, then pulled herself away from my neck to look right into my eyes.
“So you’re okay?” she asked.
I nodded.
More than okay, really.
“And we can do this again, all the time?” She looked like she was begging.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Thank God.” She blew out a relieved breath, then pushed off of me. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
Then she was slipping free of my impalement.
Her eyes went down to my cock, then to her pussy.
I looked, too, almost expecting to see something that I knew wasn’t there.
“That is so convenient.” She widened her eyes at me. “Do you realize how convenient?”
I chuckled, then reached for her, pulling her back down into my lap. “Let’s try it again.”
Sadly, that time, I didn’t experience the orgasm that I fully wanted.
But I did come inside of her.
I wasn’t sure whether I was happy about it or not.
But I did know that we’d have to try this a lot of times to compare.
And for three months, even during chemo, we tested this.
It was… magical.
The best feeling I’d ever felt in my life.
Being with her was everything I could’ve ever wanted.
Over those three months, I realized a few things.
One, I didn’t ‘think’ that I loved her. I knew that I loved her.
Two, I was going to ask this woman to marry me.
Three, life couldn’t get better than this.
The only problem was, I hadn’t realized that life wasn’t done fucking me over.
In more ways than one.
CHAPTER 16
Forgive and forget? Nah. Fuck you, and fuck that.
-Zip to Nash
NASH
3 months later
I was in a damn good mood when I walked into my brother’s office.
That mood slowly dissipated as he saw me, then started in on what he’d called me in for that day.
“It’s spread.”
It’s spread.
Two words.
Two words that had the power to rock my world.
“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked, surprised to hear the words coming out of my brother’s mouth.
“The cancer has spread,” he expounded.
“How bad?” I asked.
I’d hoped to hear that it wasn’t bad, but that hope was futile.
He winced. “It’s in your lungs.”
That explained the shortness of breath lately.
I’d attributed it to the lack of exercise. But yeah, looked like there was a better answer other than ‘you’re just unfit.’
“What now?” I asked.
“Now we go and get it out of your lungs,” he answered. “Then we begin a more aggressive form of chemotherapy.”
Fucking. Awesome.
“When?” I asked, not sure what to do with this new information.
“This week,” he answered. “I have another doctor buddy who’s going to work you in. He’s going to go over your charts, and then we’ll talk about the lung dissection.”
I looked at my hands.
Then the doubts started coming.
If I’d just gotten this taken care of when my brothers and dad suggested I did, none of this would’ve happened.
I’d be happy and whole right now.
I’d have a future to look forward to.
My mood only soured from there.
After my brother gave me a few more details about where I needed to be later today, I left his office, only to be completely shocked by the woman who appeared at my front door as I walked up to it.
I saw her standing there, and at first, I was confused.
Because Saranda had a baby in her arms, and she looked way different than the last time I’d seen her.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said as she saw me walk up.
I blinked. “What?”
She bent down, placed the baby she was holding into the carrier, and then said, “The baby is yours. I’m tired of doing it, and I don’t want anything else to do with her.”
Then she was gone, leaving me with a kid in my hallway, with no idea what to do next.
So, of course, I did the only thing I could think of.
I called my mom.
• • •
The last few hours had been hell.
As in, my mom and dad yelling at me for not knowing that I had a child, hell.
