We sit in silence. Our bodies tense as we wait for the doctor to call with my test results.
He’s late.
The call is late.
We were told they’d have my results, and he’d call right after two o’clock. I’ve watched the time tick by second by second, minute by minute for the past half hour, waiting to find out if my world is going to be turned upside down or not.
“Hey,” Sadie places her hand on my bouncing knee and then laces her hand with mine. “It’s going to be fine. I promise you. I have a good feeling about this.”
“Then why is he taking so long to call?”
“Why do doctors always take so long to do anything?”
“You’re right.”
“I’m glad you’ve seen the light,” she jokes, cracking a smile before her face falls into a serious mask. “Before the doctor calls with your results, I want to tell you something. I’m not sure if now’s the right time or not…” She looks around her office briefly before her gaze comes back to mine. “One thing this scare has taught me is to not waste time. You never know what tomorrow will hold.”
Sadie’s scaring the shit out of me.
What could she possibly have to say, right now?
Bringing my hand up to her mouth, Sadie kisses my palm. “I can see even more worry in your gorgeous eyes. How is that possible,” she murmurs to herself, smoothing her thumbs over my brows. “I’m just going to say this, okay?”
“Please,” I blurt out in desperation. Hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.
“Tyson Aaron Jacobs, I love you. My heart is full to bursting with what I feel for you. I wanted…”
My lips crash into hers, cutting her off. Our teeth clash and tongues duel as if fighting to say who loves who more.
But she doesn’t know I love her.
Breaking our kiss, I pull back and gaze into her shining whiskey colored eyes.
“My sweet, beautiful Sadie,” I start, but stop when her cheeks bloom pink. It still amazes me how such simple words affect her. “I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you in the hallway here, and I promise you that I’ll never stop.”
“Really?” she squeaks out, her eyes bright.
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. Only Sadie could make me laugh at a time like this.
A slow smiles spreads across her face and up to her sparkling eyes as she watches me try to gain control of myself.
Pulling her into my lap, I pepper kisses down her nose and along her sultry lips. I pull back enough to lock eyes with her. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. I’m pretty sure I’ve done the worst job on the planet trying to hide my feelings for you.” I shrug. “Only so you wouldn’t run away before you felt the same.”
Hands on each side of my face, she smiles brightly at me with shining eyes. “How did I get so lucky? It still baffles me that you’re even remotely interested in me and now… you love me,” she says the last on a breathy sigh. “At least I got it right before I turned forty.”
My heart is doing flips in my chest. She got it right. With me.
“Damn right you got it right,” I growl against her full pink lips. Her tongue sneaks out to lick her lips, but I suck it into my mouth unable to stop myself. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
My hands travel up the back of her shirt just as my phone starts ringing, and they instantly stop.
This is it.
Wrapping one arm around her to keep her in place, I need her right here with me, I lean forward to pick up my phone from the table and answer. “Hello?”
“Is this Mr. Jacobs?”
“Yes,” I answer, trying to swallow the rock that’s lodged in my throat.
“Sorry it took me so long to call you, Mr. Jacobs. I had a patient run long, delaying me. I didn’t want you to wait until tomorrow. I know you’re anxious to know your results and wanted to put your mind at ease instead of keeping you worried for another day.”
Did he say, ‘at ease’? That’s a good thing, right?
“Thank you, Dr. Walters. What do you got for me?”
“Well, the good news is you don’t have cancer.”
Relief washes through me. I can feel my body sag against Sadie’s and like the beautiful person she is, without question, she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. Supporting me.
My forehead rests against her shoulder as I speak into my phone. “Are you sure? Why have I been so tired then?”
“There is something that’s causing your symptoms. Luckily, we took enough blood to run quite a few tests. Although it’s rare in men and especially at your age, you have hypothyroidism. I’ve already called in a prescription for you at your pharmacy, and I’ll need to see you in my office in one week for some more blood work. Feel free to look it up on the internet, and I’ll answer any questions you have for me when I see you. I want you to know that it’s very manageable, but until we get the proper dosage and the right medication you’ll be coming in every week or two for blood work. You might want to check with your health insurance to see if they require a lab to draw your blood when it’s not included in your well visit. Other than that, do you have any questions?”
Questions?
My mind is blown with the news that I don’t have cancer. I thought for sure that it had come back, and I was dying.
“Not right now,” I stammer out. “I’m sure I’ll have some when I come in.”
“Good, I advise you make a trip to the pharmacy before it closes and take your first dose tonight. I don’t think you’ll have any side effects, but if you have any problems don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Thank you, Dr. Walters. I’ll do that.”
“Have a good rest of your day and the rest of your week. I’ll see you soon.”
“You too,” I reply before he hangs up.
I don’t have cancer! I don’t have fucking cancer!
I’m not dying!
Patting my face, Sadie frowns down at me worry etched across her face.
How long have I been sitting here unresponsive?
“Ty? Are you okay?” Her worried eyes bore into mine. “What did the doctor say?”
“I’m fine. Better than fine,” I let out a dry laugh. “I don’t have cancer.”
“Oh my God that’s such great news,” she breathes out.
Wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug, I feel Sadie start to shake. I can’t tell if she’s laughing or crying, or what she’s doing until I feel wetness start to seep into my shirt.
“Hey,” I try to pull her back so that I can look at her, but she only buries her head into the crook of my neck and holds me tighter. “I promise I’m okay. I have some thyroid problem that I have to start taking medicine for, but that’s it.”
I don’t say what I’m thinking. I’m not dying. That I’ve been afraid I’m dying since before I went to the doctor.
“I’ve been so scared,” she sobs into my shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you.”
It both kills and elates me that she was so worried about me. I start to sway as best as I can on the stiff couch, trying to calm her, but in the process all my fears of what could have happened start to surface. Wetness wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
Will the fear of a reoccurrence ever go away?
I don’t even notice when Sadie sits up in my lap or when my own tears started to fall. It isn’t until her delicate fingers start to wipe away the moisture that’s coating my cheeks that I’m brought back to the here and now.
“Baby,” she kisses my lips chastely. “You’re okay.”
The only thing I can do is nod my head. The rock that was in my throat earlier is back and brought a few of its friends to take up residence, making it impossible for me to speak.
“Okay,” she says softly, nodding her head. She stands from my lap and when I start to pull her back to me, Sadie maneuverers me until I’m lying on the couch where she promptly joins me by placing her body on top of mine and wrapping her little arms around me.
We lay like that for minutes, hours, days. I don’t know how long, but the entire time, Sadie never lets go of me.
The only thing I know is I need to marry this woman.
The tips of my fingers inch up her thighs until they’re met with the hem of her sexy as fuck short skirt. I slide up her skirt until the globes of her ass cheeks meet my hands where I squeeze and knead their firm flesh.
Slowly, Sadie sits up and starts rocking against my growing erection. I bunch her skirt around her waist, pulling her panties to the side so that my thumb can start to slowly circle her clit.
She rocks against me faster until I’m afraid I’m going to cum in my pants and grip her waist. “I need to cum deep inside of you, not in my pants like a teenager.”
Without saying a word, she rises to her knees and starts to deftly unbuckle my belt. In a matter of seconds, she has my cock in her tiny, soft hands, stroking me once, twice before gliding it through her slick folds.
I can’t stop the moan that grows from deep in the pit of my stomach as she coats my cock with her juices. With my dick at her entrance, Sadie takes me painstakingly slow, inch by inch. I let her set the pace. After today and everything we’ve been through, I want to savor the moment and going by her movements, she feels the same way. Taking pleasure in the fact that Sadie loves me. Worshipping the woman in my arms.
When I feel her walls start to pulse around me, my body starts to tingle from my scalp all the way down to my clenched toes. Before I can silence her with a kiss, Sadie calls out my name in a loud moan of pleasure. I stiffen, seizing her hips in my grip as I release inside of her. When every ounce of me has been milked from her tight pussy, I pull her down in a searing kiss. Hot, desperate, and most of all, I can feel her love for me.
Sadie pants against my waiting mouth when we break apart for air. I plant kisses on every inch that my lips can reach. My hands smooth over the silky ivory skin of her back, arms, and ass.
Burying her head in my shoulder, Sadie starts shaking with laughter. What the hell?
Only minutes before we’d been in the throes of passion and now, she can’t stop laughing. When she hasn’t stopped for over a minute, I’m dying to know what’s so funny.
“Sadie?” I ask tentatively, pausing one hand at the nape of her neck and the other at her hip. When her laughter turns into fits of giggles, I’m lost.
“I’m sorry,” she sputters out, struggling to sit up from laughing so intensely. “I’m sorry. It’s just one of those times…” she laughs into her arm. “When you can’t stop.” A bark of laughter escapes her clenched lips. “And the more you try the more you laugh.”
That’s easy to see, but I don’t know why she’s laughing like a mad lady. With each brush of her backside against my semi-erect cock, I’m starting to get hard again. I’ll happily take her again in her… oh shit. We’re in her office. We’ve been in her office for who knows how long. Hours? And just made love like we were in the privacy of our own home.
Not her office.
Her laughs die down and she nods. “I think you figured it out. We’ve been outed by ourselves.”
Not the way we wanted it to happen.
At least, Sadie had informed her superiors of our relationship a couple of weeks ago after Amy threatened her, but I know what she’s worried about. The looks from everyone, and everyone wondering if I got my job by fucking my boss.
“It could have been better timed,” I admit.
She plants her forehead to my shoulder and shakes her head. “I never wanted anyone to hear us having sex. They’ll probably install cameras in here after they heard us.”
“Baby, they already know about us and yes, this wasn’t the best use of our work time, but I don’t think they’ll install camera’s in here. We’ll just have to lay low for a while before I ravage you again in your office. We can find somewhere else.”
I feel her turn to look up at me and when I look down at her, Sadie’s pouting. Fucking adorable. What isn’t on this woman?
“Now I’m going to have to be an even bigger bitch to you. Ugh,” she rolls her eyes. “I don’t even want to think about what everyone will be saying.”
“Don’t worry about what they’ll say. Are you ashamed of your relationship with me?” I’d been wanting to shout it from the rooftops that I was with the hottest woman in the world but had kept my mouth shut in respect for Sadie, and that she would know when the right time would be.
“If you would have asked me in the beginning then the answer would have been yes; I was insecure and felt like a cougar but now,” she holds her head up with her hands smiling at me. “I’m proud to call you my boyfriend and to have you on my arm.” She frowns, examining my face somberly. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem like the proper word to call you, but I don’t know what else there is. Lover seems seedy in our case. Nothing I can call you seems to properly convey what I feel for you. What you are to me.”
“And what am I to you?”
Without thought, she answers. “My world.”
“What about if you called me… husband?”
I keep my face neutral, but inside my heart is beating a mile a minute. Not once had we ever talked about marriage except her failed one. Sadie has never expressed she wants to get married again. Ever.
Blinking at me in surprise, Sadie opens and closes her mouth, and opens it again for it to hang open. When she finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
I can’t back out now.
“If the answer’s yes then yes, I’m asking you to marry me. First, you can call me fiancé unless you want to go to the courthouse or elope.”
Stop fucking talking! She’s going to change her name, and you’ll never see her again.
Her eyes spark with surprise.
“Well,” she draws out the word as she sits up, straddling me again. My dick twitches with her pussy so close. “I don’t think I have any plans this weekend,” she shrugs as if she’s talking about the weather, not becoming my future wife. “We could go to Vegas, have a little fun, and find a little white chapel.”
“What?” I ask stupefied, blinking up at her in question. Was she saying yes?
“I mean it doesn’t have to be this weekend if that doesn’t work for you.”
“Ummm, today works for me. Tomorrow. Any day of the week works for me if I get to keep you forever and call you my wife.”
“Are you sure? I can be a handful. Think of how crazy I am right before my period. Do you want to put up with that for the rest of your life? Because if you marry me there isn’t going to be a divorce, even if I make you gay.”
I can’t help but laugh. There’s no way in hell she’s ever turning me gay.
“I know what I’m getting myself into,” I nod, still unsure if she’s being serious or not because never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this easy to get her to agree to marry me.
“Okay, I’ll look at plane tickets. We can leave after our Friday afternoon meeting and come back…” she looks over at her desk deep in thought. “Shit. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. We’ll probably want a honeymoon, right?”
She’s really going to marry me.
“Every day with you is a honeymoon.” I don’t need a honeymoon. All I need is her in my life and to become my wife. Now that the idea is in my head, I never wanted anything more in my life.
“That’s why I’m marrying you. You’re so damn sweet. And hot. And a sex god in bed. And...”
I cut her off by flipping her onto her back with me hovering over her.
“Save something for your wedding vows,” I laugh.
Lifting a hand, she lovingly pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. Her gaze soft but searching. “You really want to marry me?
“Without a doubt in my mind. Do you really want to marry me?” I don’t want her to do it because only an hour before she was worried I was going to die. This is forever, just as she said. I would never let her go.
“I do,” she answers softly, cupping my stubbled cheek. “I never thought I’d get married again, but now… I can’t bear the thought of not being your wife. Not being with you forever.”
Me neither.