Wild Rekindled Love (18 page)

“I’d much rather be in your company than listening to our daughter and her friends giggling in the other room.”

“Me too, but your mom needs you there.”

A sigh rushed from her lips. “I know. I have to be the responsible adult, but that doesn’t mean I can’t call and talk to you on the phone for awhile.”

“Very true.”

Silence stretched over the phone line for a moment before he said, “What would you like to talk about?”

“Welll…we could do what we used to do when we were younger.”

“Jamie,” he growled softly into the phone. “If you are suggesting what I think you are suggesting…you’re a witch.”

“What? Are you going to complain? You used to enjoy it when we did it before.”

“I would much rather be having real sex with you instead of phone sex.”

“Yes, but that’s not possible tonight, so are you going to play along or do I have to imagine you licking my pussy all by myself?” A low rumble met her ear and she smiled. “Is that a yes?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Sliding my pants and underwear off.”

“What kind of underwear are you wearing?”

“That silky thong you like so much. You know—the black one.”

“Are you sliding your fingers across your pussy lips as you take them off?”

“Oh, yeah.” She moaned softly. “They are filled and aching for your mouth.”

“God, Jamie.”

“Do you have your cock in your hand?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“Stroke it for me. Imagine my hot, wet lips sliding over the end as I take you in my mouth.” His ragged breath met her ear and she closed her eyes as her middle finger found her clit. “Mmm…”

“Are you playing with your clit?”

She groaned.

“Toggle it for me, baby. Feel my tongue?”

“Oh, God!”

“Are you close?”

She whimpered as she continued to rub her clit harder and harder.

“I’m there with you, baby. I love the way you taste. Come with me.” His gravelly, rough voice sent her over the edge as she felt her climax race up her legs and settle in her groin. She clamped her lips together as she moaned. She heard his cry of completion in her ear when her body quivered and shook.

After a minute or two of ragged breathing, she giggled and said, “Was it good for you?”

“Not as good as if you were here, but I guess it will have to do until tomorrow.”

“I guess so.” She stood up and slipped her pajama bottoms on. “I better go check on the girls. They’re awfully quiet in there.”

“Okay. I have a couple of charts I need to work on, anyway.”

She wanted to say ‘I love you’ so bad her heart ached, but instead she said, “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Sure. Don’t let those girls get to you. Just remember, you were that age once, too.” His soft chuckle met her ear as she tucked a piece of hair out of the way.

“I know. I just don’t want them staying up too late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Mmm…after our little foreplay, I just might.”

* * * *

Wyatt stood in the living room of the Rocking W as Abby shot him a speculative look.

“Is there something you want to say, Abby?”

She shook her head and gave him a knowing grin as she said, “Nope.”

“Where’s Chase?”

“Out in the barn,” she answered as Jeremiah giggled and ran around her legs. She grabbed him and picked him up in her arms. “Naptime for you, little man.”

“I’m going to head out there and have him pick out a horse for me, since I haven’t been on one in a long time. Hopefully, he won’t give me one that will take off with me and kill me in the process. I know he doesn’t like me too well.”

“It’s not that, Wyatt. He’s just protective of Jamie and he isn’t quite sure you two being together is the best thing for her.”

He scowled. “Jamie and I are going to be together for a long time to come, so he’ll just have to get used to it.”

She smiled and shook her head. “He’s stubborn and bullheaded.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“He loves her and doesn’t want to see her hurt.”

“I’m not going to her hurt.”

“I know that, but he doesn’t.”

“What do you mean, Abby?”

“I don’t know if Jamie told you about me, but I can see things—feel things, and I know you and Jamie are meant to be together. Chase doesn’t see that yet. He’s been protecting her for awhile now—nine years to be exact, and even though she’s explained to him how things went down, he is still mad that you gave up and left town.”

“I’ve explained why I left.”

“It doesn’t mean he’s accepted it, Wyatt. I think he’s holding out judgment until he sees for himself you aren’t going to pack up and go again.”

“I won’t leave Jamie and Samantha. If I had to go somewhere else for some reason, I would take them with me.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“So am I,” Chase said from behind Wyatt.

Wyatt spun around to face Jamie’s brother. “Chase.”

Abby moved to her husband’s side and kissed him quickly on the lips. “I’m going to take Jeremiah into his room. I think you two need to talk.”

Once she disappeared down the hall, Chase took a seat in the leather armchair in front of the cold fireplace. “Have a seat, Wyatt.”

Gingerly, Wyatt took his place on the couch and watched Chase over the coffee table.

“What are your intentions with my sister?”

“I think that’s between her and I, don’t you?”

“No. Justin, Cole and I want to know what your plan is for the future.”

“You aren’t going to scare me into leaving her alone. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Does she know this?”

“I think so, but I haven’t asked her to marry me—yet.”

“Do you intend to?”

“Yes.”

The radio at Chase’s belt crackled. “Accident at Hwy 210 and West Pilot Peak Road. Injuries.”

Abby burst into the living room from Jeremiah’s room. Her face was pasty white and it brought Chase to his feet as he wrapped her in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Her voice broke as she stammered, “It’s Jamie.”

Wyatt sprang to his feet. “What do you mean, it’s Jamie?”

“The accident.” Her eyes bored into his and his heart slammed against his ribs. “It’s Jamie.”

“You stay here, baby. I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I know,” Chase whispered, before he kissed her quickly and grabbed his keys.

“I’m coming along,” Wyatt said as he followed Chase out of the house.

“You’ll be in the way,” Chase grumbled.

“Damn it, Chase! Even if it’s not Jamie, I’m a doctor, for crying out loud! I can help.”

“Fine. Get in the truck.”

The rode in silence until they came up on the accident. At first, he couldn’t see the truck, but when they scrambled out of the cab, his heart dropped into his toes. A semi truck sat cross-ways in the intersection and the front end of a black pickup was crushed under the trailer.

Wyatt couldn’t tell if the truck belonged to Jamie or not, but as he approached the driver’s side, he could see her. “Oh, God,” he whispered. “Please lord, please let her be okay.”

“Jamie! Jamie, baby, wake up.” Her chest rose and fell with her breathing and he sent up a silent thank you, knowing she was at least alive.

Chase slid inside the passenger side door, across the seat and wrapped his hands around her neck to stabilize her.

“She’s breathing, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t like the look of how her chest is rising. It’s not symmetrical.”

“Shit! Is she only breathing on one side of her chest?”

“Appears so.”

“I need to get in there.”

“Just stay where you are, Wyatt. You can’t do anything in here anyway.” Sirens blared in the distance as help got closer. “The rest of them will be here shortly and once we get her out, you can see what you can do.”

Shortly afterward, the fire trucks and ambulances arrived and one of the EMT’s said, “Hey doc. Just happened to be in the neighborhood?”

“Yeah—you could say that.” He raked his fingers through his hair and then growled, “Get that damned door open!”

“Patience, doc.”

“I don’t have patience right now. That’s the woman I love in there.”

Eyebrows shot up in surprise, but no one said anything as they worked quickly to get her out. Once he could reach her, he grabbed one of the stethoscopes from the paramedic and listened to her chest.

“Fuck!”

“What?” Chase asked.

“She’s probably got a punctured lung. I’m not hearing anything on her right side.” He looked at the EMT standing next to him and said, “Get her out of there now!”

Everyone worked to get her free and on the gurney. Once she was strapped down, he brushed the hair from her forehead and bent down to whisper in her ear. “I love you, Jamie. Please baby, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.”

Hot tears scalded his cheeks when he softly kissed her lips. He swore her fingers grasped his for a moment before the paramedics pushed her into the ambulance and they slammed the door behind them.

Chapter Thirteen

“Daddy?”

Wyatt spun around as he heard Samantha behind him. Chase had dropped him off at the hospital and he stood pacing the waiting room like an expectant father. He opened his arms as he said, “Come here, pumpkin.”

She rubbed her tear stained face against his chest when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “Is she going to be okay?”

“I don’t know, Sam.”

Samantha looked up at him with her trusting eyes. “But you are a doctor. How come you don’t know?”

“I’m not working right now. They won’t let me back there so I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Why won’t they let you back there?”

“I’m nothing to her, Sammy. I’m not her husband, father, brother… nothing.”

“But you love her!”

He closed his eyes for a moment, but when he reopened them, Samantha stared at him with eyes so much like his own. “Yeah, baby, I do, but that’s not enough for them.”

The panel separating him from Jamie opened and Stacy poked her head out and said, “Doctor Crossland? You want to come back?”

“Yeah.” He looked at Sam and then back to the nurse. “Is it okay for her daughter to come back there, too?” He hoped his face conveyed to Stacy that if things looked bad, he didn’t want Samantha back there.

“She’s okay doc. Come on.” As they walked, Stacy said, “There is a chest tube so you might want to prepare Samantha for that.”

“What does she mean, Dad?”

Before he answered he asked the nurse, “Did she have a collapsed lung?”

“Yeah. Good call on your part.”

His gaze found Samantha again when they stopped outside the trauma bay. “Sam. Your mom’s lung wasn’t expanding like it should so they had to put a tube in her chest to help it. I know it’s going to look scary, but I’ll be right here with you, okay?”

Samantha nodded and he took her hand in his before he pulled the curtain aside.

Jamie was still strapped to the backboard when they approached. Her eyes were closed, but her chest rose and fell with even breaths. They walked to her side and Samantha took Jamie’s hand in hers. Her voice cracked when she whispered, “Mommy?” He hadn’t realized until right then how young their daughter really was.

“I don’t know if she is awake yet, pumpkin.”

“Wyatt?”

Jamie’s voice came out in a murmur
when
her eyes opened slightly and he kissed her forehead. He bent over and whispered in her ear, “I’m right here, baby.”

She licked her lips. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the emergency room.”

“What happened?”

“You were in a car accident.”

“Samantha?”

“She’s right here with me.”

“She wasn’t in the car?”

“No.” He frowned, somewhat confused by her words. “You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“I’m sure you have a concussion so it’s not surprising you don’t remember, but Sam’s right here.”

“Mommy?”

Jamie’s gaze found their daughter. “Hey, baby.”

“Are you going to be okay, Mom?”

“I’ll be fine. Right, Wyatt?”

“I don’t think they have all the tests back yet, but it’s a good sign that you are awake and talking.”

Frown lines settled between Jamie’s eyebrows as she asked, “What aren’t you tell me?”

“Nothing…I…”

Doctor Hamilton popped his head through the curtains and gave Wyatt a worried look. “Hey, Wyatt. I want to show you something. Can you come out to the desk?”