The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (122 page)

But I didn’t want to come in her mouth—no, I did—no, I didn’t—fuck I didn’t know, but all I knew was it felt fucking good as her lips tightened a little as she sucked. I needed to get it together. I
didn’t
want to come in her mouth, I wanted to spill my seed in her pussy because that was mine—all mine.

“Baby, I’m going to come soon, and I don’t want to do it in your mouth.” I said, moving her hair to one of her shoulders.

She looked up at me, her lips wet with saliva and a few drops of pre-cum. “You can, though. It’s okay.”

“I’ve waited too long to just come in your mouth. I need your pussy.” I smiled.

“Okay,” she said, standing and switching places with me.

“Is it going to hurt your shoulder if you’re kneeling on the bed?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, not wasting anytime. She got on all fours on the bed and inched back until her ass was just over the side—the perfect height for my dick to slide in.

I placed kisses along her neck, working my way down—it was like my signature move with her, I wanted to kiss every inch of her and I always started at her neck. When I had kissed down her spine—placed extra kisses on the spot where her tumor was, I placed my hands on her hips and slowly slid my cock inside her pussy. She moaned, tilted her head back and we began to rock in sync.

I watched as my shaft slid in and almost out of her pussy, her juices slicking my cock and my balls slapping against the bottom of her pussy—it was the perfect view—the best view in the house.

Her hips kept bucking against mine and I slid one of my hands under her belly to caress her breast and pinch her nipple. She moaned and my rhythm faltered, but quickly regained the correct movement and my free hand went between her legs and massaged her clit.

She was dripping and my cock slid in and out effortlessly. She never mentioned her shoulder and we continued in this position, our bodies covered in a slight sheen of sweat, my eyes not leaving our connecting point as I pumped my hips. Her body began to tighten slightly and I knew she was close. I was, too. I thrust harder, balls slapping, and I squirted my seed deep inside her as her body followed with a shake and then she leaned forward on the bed, me on her back as I kissed her bare neck again.

We took another shower and then climbed in the bed with her head on my chest, her wearing the smile I fell in love with.

B
rooke

I didn’t sleep the night before my surgery. Easton came to make sure I was okay and to be there for me. He slightly snored beside me as I stared at the ceiling. Every thought was running through my head. What if I didn’t wake up? What if they did have to go through my chest? What if I died on the table? What if I had cancer? What if they couldn’t get the tumor out because of the nerve? What if I was in pain forever?

I think I fell asleep around four in the morning. I had to be at the hospital at seven and therefore only got about two hours of sleep. I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight and honestly, I couldn’t even if I tried.

Nicole and Avery picked us up at my apartment at six-fifteen. It was good that Easton would have someone there with him while I had the surgery. Doctor Bloom estimated it to last about five hours.

Just like the day of my biopsy, no one talked. I mean...this was the day, not just a test. Easton held my hand like he had the time before and instead of not talking and staring out the window, I turned to him and mouthed that I was scared. He unbuckled his seatbelt, slid to the middle seat and wrapped me in his arms. He whispered in my ear that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to believe him, but he wasn’t the one going under the knife.

*~*~*

W
e arrived at the hospital and I checked in with the appropriate people. After thirty minutes of people being called before me, a nurse came out and said it was my turn. She wouldn’t let anyone back with me so I kissed Easton goodbye and he whispered in my ear that he would be there when I woke up.

I followed the nurse, she took my vitals and then she started to prep me for the surgery. They stuck IVs in my hands (not my arms even though I asked) and I was completely naked under my hospital gown because they was going to put a catheter in me.

I’d never had surgery before. The only thing that happened to me before was bumps and bruises—nothing this extensive.

As I waited by myself, Doctor Bloom came over and ran everything by me about what would happen up until surgery. Nurses came and introduced themselves to me, some checked to make sure my IVs were correct and some asked me if I was cold. I watched the clock tick, waiting. Doctor Bloom said that they would start close to nine and the clock almost read just that.

The anesthesiologist came over, talked to me about what he would do and also about the epidural he would administer in the middle of my back once we got into the operating room. After he left, I watched the clock more—there was nothing else to look at. I tried closing my eyes, but there was no way that I would fall asleep.

Finally, a nurse came and wheeled me to the operating room. I saw the anesthesiologist and after they transferred me to the operating table, he had me sit up and asked me if I knew what Propofol was. I responded, “Michael Jackson’s milk,” and that was all I remembered about going in for surgery.

E
aston

“What are we going to do if she has cancer?” I asked Avery and Nicole. The longer I waited in the waiting room for Brooke’s surgery to be over, the more I worried. In front of Brooke, I tried to keep myself together for her sake. I knew she was freaking out and when she finally admitted to me that she was scared on the way to the hospital—I almost lost it.

If I was scared, I knew she was one hundred times more scared.

“Stop freaking out. If you freak out, then I’m going to freak out and then I won’t be able to sit down and it will be your fault as I pace for hours,” Nicole said, not catching a breath.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to lose her.”

“We won’t, man. Let’s go get some coffee or something,” Avery said and stood up.

They were right, I needed to distract myself. We had at least five hours to kill. Nicole was Brooke’s emergency contact and they would call her if anything happened. We went to the cafeteria, got a nasty cup of coffee and sat down. We were all quiet. We weren’t supposed to be thinking about the surgery, but it was all we could think about.

“I think we should tell him,” Avery said to Nicole.

Nicole’s eyes became wide.

“Tell me what?”

“It’s too soon,” Nicole said.

“He’s my best friend,” Avery replied.

“Um...I’m sitting right here,” I said, looking at them across the booth style table.

“Fine, go ahead,” Nicole said, giving Avery the okay to tell me something that made me nervous.

“Nicole’s pregnant.”

“Oh, shit!” I gasped.

“Yeah, but it’s too soon. There’s still the chance I could miscarry.”

“Oh shit,” I said again.

Avery was smiling at Nicole. I knew for years he wanted to start a family, I just didn’t think he would knock someone up before he got married.

“How far along? Can’t be too far, right?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. I missed my period and took the home test on Monday.”

“Does Brooke know?” I asked.

“No, we—well I haven’t told anyone. I didn’t want to tell her because of her surgery. I wanted to wait until after and when I knew for sure.”

“Dude, you’re going to finally be a dad,” I said, leaning over the table and punching his arm.

“Hope so,” he kissed the side of Nicole’s head and had the biggest smile that I’d seen on his face.

“Anyway, let’s wait and tell Brooke after she gets out of the hospital, okay?” Nicole asked, looking between Avery and me.

“Yeah, of course,” I agreed. I knew once I saw Brooke, I wouldn’t be thinking about Avery and Nicole’s baby—I would be thinking about
my
girl.

We talked more about their plans for the baby. They just found out and wasn’t exactly sure what would happen, but Nicole would move to New York and in with Avery—she wanted to even if she wasn’t pregnant. Brooke would be left in Boston—alone. I wanted her with me in New York anyway and with Nicole moving to New York, it would make Brooke’s move easier in my opinion.

Brooke and I hadn’t talked about her moving in, but when I told her that I loved her in the pouring rain, I blurted out that I wanted her to live with me. She didn’t say anything to protest the matter and she even made suggestive comments about living in my house with my kitchen. I just didn’t want to make anything happen too soon, before she was ready.

I already had a plan to have her stay with me until she recovered from her surgery. I didn’t care if she was going to object. I could take care of her a hell of a lot better with her staying with me rather than almost five hours away—and maybe she would stay forever.

The three of us tried to eat our late breakfast, but none of us could eat. We were all thinking about Brooke although we tried not to. Actually, we were thinking about her surgery. I tried to just think about her smiling face. I needed this day to be over. I needed the surgery to go smoothly and I needed her to not have cancer.

“Aw shit, we’re in trouble,” Nicole said, looking at her phone.

“What do you mean ‘we’re in trouble’? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’ll see in...” she started to say.

“How can none of you tell me that my sister has a fucking tumor?” Bailee asked, storming into the cafeteria.

“Bai, calm down. You’re lucky I told you at all. Your sister didn’t want to worry you,” Nicole said, standing to go to Bailee.

“I don’t give a shit what she wanted. That’s my sister, and none of you decided to tell me that she had a tumor and we don’t know if it’s cancer?”

“It wasn’t our call. We were just doing what your sister said and I only called you because I knew you would want to be here. So please, just calm down and let’s wait until she gets out of surgery. Okay?” Nicole said, placing her hands on both of Bailee’s shoulders.

“Alright, well how much longer?”

I looked at my cell. “At least another hour. We should go to the waiting room again,” I said.

“Easton, it’s good to see you again,” Bailee said. “My sister told me you two were together now. Good riddance to that fucker Jared.”

We all laughed.

“Yeah, good riddance is right.” I smiled.

We sat in the waiting room for a few more hours. We were all checking our phones, the clock on the wall. Nicole and Bailee each took turns pacing. My mom called me when Cheyenne got out of school and I talked to each of them and told them that Brooke wasn’t out of surgery, yet.

My parents were bringing Cheyenne after her softball game the next day and then going back home. It was a long drive, but Cheyenne really wanted to see Brooke. She had the early game, so they could get in town by early evening and see Brooke before visiting hours were over. Cheyenne was going to stay with Avery at Nicole’s while I would stay at the hospital with Brooke.

I was also going to call Cheyenne’s school and tell them that she would be out on Monday. I didn’t like Cheyenne missing school, but this wasn’t just a hooky day and it meant a lot to me that she wanted to visit Brooke in the hospital.

We watched a few nurses come out and tell other people that their family member was ready—but nothing on Brooke. I didn’t know what was taking so long and I was starting to panic, but I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t want them to panic, too.

Nicole walked up to the nurse’s station when it was her turn to pace. I wasn’t sure if the girls knew they were taking shifts, but it gave me something to do and I was tired of watching the news on the TV that I couldn’t hear anyway.

Nicole came back a moment later and huffed while she sat next to Avery. “She still knows nothing.”

“I’m getting tired of this,” Bailee said and walked over to the nurse’s station.

I watched her as she talked with her hands, catching a few words here in there. “I don’t care...yes, I’m next of kin...we’ve been here for hours...I flew in from California...yes, why don’t you?...I’ll be right there where I have been for the last few hours,” she said and pointed to our group.

“What did you say?” Nicole asked.

“I told them that I flew in from California and they need to go find something out instead of just looking at their fucking computer.”

A few moments later, the nurse returned and called Bailee over. “They said she is out of surgery, sleeping and in recovery. Only one of us can go back for a few minutes,” she said looking at me.

“Go ahead, you came from California and haven’t seen her,” I said, giving Bailee a tight smile.

“Thank you,” she said and leaned down to hug me.

“How long is she here for?” I asked Nicole when Bailee was out of earshot.

“She leaves Sunday early afternoon...I think the flight I booked is leaving at one in the afternoon.”

“No wonder you knew she was coming. You know Brooke is going to kick your ass, right?” Avery asked.

“I don’t care. I thought Bailee should know in case something happened.”

“I’ll protect you Nic. I think you did the right thing,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thank you,” she replied and stuck her tongue out at Avery. He leaned over and kissed her and I was jealous—I just wanted
my
Superwoman.

Bailee returned a few minutes later and we all stared at her, waiting for her to speak.

“She’s sleeping, but the attending nurse said that everything went as planned.”

“Why didn’t they tell us she was out?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Apparently, she’s been out an hour or so. They said they are waiting to move her to a room.”

“An hour? And no one told us?” Nicole shouted and stood up.

“Baby, sit down,” Avery said. “Nothing we can do about it. Let’s think of the positive—Brooke made it out of surgery and everything went fine.”

She stared at him for a few beats and then sat back down. “You’re right. It just pisses me off that we’ve been waiting here.”