Page 21 of Needing His Touch

“I’ll be back in a little while to move you to your room, Mr. McCoy,” the nurse tells Gramps, wrapping up what needs to be done before leaving.

“Thanks, we appreciate you taking care of him,” I tell her. My eyes watch as Gramps and Carsynn share a quiet conversation. I’m not privileged to what they’re talking. The two of them are lost in their own little world. I take a seat in the chair, taking my first deep breath since Denny came to the shop.

My eyes close, my head tips back and legs stretch out, crossing my ankles one over the other, while I wait on them to finish their discussion.

“You two go on home. No need staying with me. I’m going to watch some television and take my own nap,” I hear Gramps say. My head lifts.

“We’re not leaving you,” Carsynn says adamantly.

“Gabe, get your ass up, boyo. Come give me a hug and take your woman home. The two of you can come up tomorrow. Bring me some breakfast and entertain me then.” There’s no changing his mind. I’m up on my feet and make my way toward them.

“Come on, fairy, say your goodbyes. Gramps hates being in the hospital. The only attention he wants on him are the cute nurses.”

“You got that right. They can’t deny my charms.” We all laugh for a minute, but then the energy is zapped from Gramps, and Carsynn must see it because she’s relenting now.

“Love you, Gramps. You have your phone?” I bend down to hug him, the palm of his hand holding me for a minute.

“I’ve got my phone. You make her an honest woman and give me some great-grandbabies, you hear?” My eyes are lifted and on Carsynn. He’s not being as quiet as he thinks he is. Knowing Gramps, he probably said it loud enough on purpose.

“I’ll work on that.” I wink at my woman. A light flush colors her cheeks. We break apart, Carsynn gives Gramps another hug, and then we’re on our way out of the hospital room. He’s right about one thing: it’s time I make Carsynn an honest woman, but first, I’m going to do my best to start on her getting pregnant with our child.

EPILOGUE

ONE MONTH LATER

Gabe

“You want to try that, fairy? My cock in your ass?” We’re in the bathtub together, her back to my front. She’s got one leg on the ledge of the tub, book in her hand, reading to me about another regency era hero who takes the governess. He’s a widow turned rake, hired the governess, and now they’re falling for one another. I don’t always read with Carsynn, but she has no problem catching me up on the story, and when we have time like we do today, she’ll read me the spicy parts, usually blushing as she does, and I get to reap the rewards.

“Maybe, You might be too big.” Her hair is up in a bun, a few tendrils falling down, the heat and humidity from the bath causing them to curl more than normal.

“I’d work my way in, start with my mouth until you’re nice and wet, then use my fingers, stretching you, and only when you’re ready would I fuck you with my dick up your tight ass.” The book drops to the floor beside the tub. She winces, but the desire is what wins her internal battle of going after the book or listening to me.

“Can we try?” She’s looking over her shoulder, and damn, my woman looks beautiful. She’d look a hell of a lot better straddling my lap with her bare pussy on my cock. Carsynn let me shave her the very next day after she gave me her virginity. It was hot and another memory I filed away to savor forever. The woman gets me going so easily. The first time I met her and she smiled at me, the proof I took her virginity, and when she lay down on the bed so I could shave her bare before licking her juices clean. Yep, Carsynn got wet with each stroke of the razor’s edge. She’d spread her legs wider, practically begging for more, and when I was finished shaving her, there was no way we were keeping our hand off one another. I gave her my mouth, and she felt the full effect of being bare, especially when she came and I was able to lick her completely clean. Of course, that created another problem. One where Carsynn wasn’t backing down, no matter that she was sore and had just sucked my cock before I shaved her. My dick should have been completely drained, and she was sore, but my woman’s sheer determination is the reason why I fucked her from behind, her request, and I wasn’t strong enough to say no when I wanted her just as badly.

“You tell me when you’re ready, and I will. Straddle me, sweetheart.” Her neck being strained is the last thing I want when she can sit on my dick while I do what I’ve been planning. It took some time, mostly due to Gramps’ hospital stay for a new pacemaker. Damn stubborn man tried to get up the next day to take a shower without help. Needless to say, he was still weak, had a fall, and landed his ass in the hospital a fuck of a lot longer with a broken hip. He was fighting mad, pissed at himself, and wasn’t able to deal with Sheriff Sanders the way he wanted to. I took care of that little problem. A few phone calls to my friends in high places put him under investigation. They found out he was doing a lot more than not taking care of his citizens. He was picking up hookers in the next town over while on the job. The county and state don’t like that too much, so he no longer has a job. The town dragged his name through the dirt so much, Sanders left town, and Deputy Carter is now standing in as sheriff until the next election. After Gramps was released from the hospital, he had to do a stint at a rehab facility. Carsynn was there every single day. She’d work at the diner, then come to the shop for an hour or two, and then she stayed with Gramps until he shooed her away. Now, he’s home, still not in the apartment on our property, and I’m going to give Carsynn what I planned on the minute my eyes landed on her.

“I have something to tell you.” She’s careful in situating herself, hands going to my shoulders as she steadies herself. My hands land on her hips, the view of her tits deterring me from my plans and her statement for the moment. Sue me. She’s wet, nipples pebbled, and I’m enjoying my woman. “Gabe, did you hear me, or are you going to stare at my breasts all day?”

“Both. Keep talking, and I’ll keep watching.” She isn’t having that. Her hands slide from my shoulders to my cheeks, and I pull her closer. Two can play that game.

“I need your eyes on mine.”

“Not a hardship to look at your pretty amber eyes, fairy.” She doesn’t realize it, but in some way, my eyes are always glued to her.

“I never went to the doctor about birth control. Things happened with Gramps and, well, the thought of being pregnant with your child, I want that, well, wanted that. What I’m trying to tell you is we’re going to have to turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery within the next eight or so months.” Carsynn doesn’t have a chance to say anything else. My mouth fuses to hers, and I show her how happy I am she’s pregnant and thankful as fuck I’ve got her ring ready for her.

“Fuck, I’ve never been happier, Carsynn. Love you with all my heart. You’re all I never knew I needed or wanted, and I’m going to put my ring on your finger to-fucking-day.”

“I love you, Gabe McCoy, always and forever.” She has tears in her eyes, and while I know they’re nothing but happiness, I still don’t like them, and I can take care of them by kissing each and every one away for the rest of our lives.