Jason's Story Ch. 17

"Hello?"

"It's me" he quickly answered.

"Oh...hi" she said trying to mask the anticipation in her voice after hearing his for the first time in a month. "Did you get the dinner invitation?"

"Yes."

"Will you meet me?" unable to mask the hope in her voice.

"Yes...but just dinner and conversation; no pressure."

She felt a sting in the pit of her stomach at the emptiness in his voice that accompanied his answer. She had a good idea of what she needed to do, but she had to see him to be sure; to see the truth in his eyes.

"Tomorrow at 5; I have everything set up and I'll be sending a car to the hospital to bring you. Does that work for you?"

He was trying to sort through his mix of emotions during their quickest conversation to date. He was glad to hear her voice, but not about the subject. He wanted to see her, but hoped that he wouldn't be compelled to wring her neck. He wanted to hold her close...could he?

"I'll see you tomorrow at 5" was his simple answer before he abruptly hung up.

He didn't know what to expect, but he was sure that there was more hurt in store.

"See you then" she said longingly as she flipped her phone shut and clasped it against her heart.

"Lord, please help me to do the right thing."

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She was standing in front of the mirror; hair still wet from the shower, large curls resting on her shoulders, wearing her robe and contemplating what she should wear.

What was the appropriate thing to wear to discuss your future with the husband that you betrayed but still love? That section hadn't been defined in the department stores.

She chose a simple white t-shirt and a pair of her old jeans that practically hung from her diminishing frame. She'd lost all of her baby weight and an additional 20 pounds over the past two months. She left her hair loose and with the large curls that came naturally.

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He stood shirtless, in a pair of jeans; looking at himself in the mirror. His hair had grayed considerably since he'd been in this wretched place, and he was thinner; but he was regaining his strength. His eyes had lost that glimmer that let him know that he was alive.

She'd killed a part of him when she told him the truth. He felt the light in his eyes go out and his heart still ached beneath the swelling anger. He was so consumed with rage that he wondered if it would be a good idea to be alone with her.

He would go and they would talk; they had to. He couldn't avoid it or her, forever.

He grabbed a white polo shirt, and zipped up his suitcase. The driver grabbed his bags and the nurse looked at him expectantly before he lifted his hands in surrender with a smile.

"Okay, okay; I'm getting in" he laughed as he sat down in the wheelchair.

"For a minute there I thought I was gonna have to get rough with you" she said as she patted his head as if he were a child. "I'm glad that you're going home son, but I'm sure gonna miss seeing your handsome face."

"I'm gonna miss you too gorgeous" he replied and reached out to hug her as she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You are certainly a charmer. I see why she sneaks in here so often to see you" she replied as she pat him on the back.

"Who?" he asked without thinking.

"I don't know who she is, but she struggles in with her walker and hides so that you won't see her watching. Such a beautiful little thing, but somebody needs to feed that poor girl; she's been getting teenier each time I see her."

"Oh."

"So you do know who she is then" she stated as she started to wheel him toward the patient pick-up area.

"I'm on my way to see her now."

"She must be excited then."

"We'll soon see."

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Nigha waited anxiously for him to arrive. It would be the first time she'd spoken to him in two months and she was a bundle of mixed emotions. She was growing stronger with each passing day and she'd stopped using the walker a few weeks ago.

She resigned herself to the fact that she'd know what to do when she looked into his eyes. You can say anything that you want, but the eyes, as they say; are the window to the soul. She knew that he couldn't hide what his eyes reflected lay deep in his soul.

The knock at the door jarred her from her thoughts.

"OK...it's go time."

When she opened the door; the sight of him took her breath away. It was the first time she'd seen him this close since the day she destroyed his heart with the truth. The only thing that looked different was the small scar over his left eye.

His eyes; they were a little hard to focus on considering she'd been scanning his body since she'd opened the door. When she was able to make it up to his eyes; what she saw wasn't what she'd been expecting.

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He didn't know what to feel as he was in the elevator. His heart rate had quickened and he swore that someone would've been able to see it beating through his shirt. As the numbers clicked ever closer to the top floor; his palms started to sweat and his throat started to go dry. When the doors opened; he felt as though his feet and legs were on auto-pilot as they propelled him closer to the door. His hand reached up and knocked of its own volition and he was powerless to stop it.

A few seconds later, the door opened and although he didn't know what to expect; there she was.

Her hair was full of the big bouncy curls that he loved and it fell past her shoulders. She had no makeup on and she looked so much like the 17 year old girl that he'd fallen so madly in love with all those years ago that it hurt.

He saw what Nurse O'Halloran had been talking about when his eyes roamed over her body. She was model thin and it looked as though she'd stopped eating a few months ago. She still had that knockout shape, and while she looked to be two sizes too small; her breasts on the other hand were huge. She could give Barbie a run for her money considering how out of proportion she looked.

Out of proportion but still sexy as hell.

It seemed as if time stood still as they familiarized themselves with the other and without warning; something took over him. Without a word between them; he grabbed her around the waist and pressed her body into his.

The look she'd seen in his eyes was a mixture of devastation and lust. He was just as shocked as she was when his body overtook his mind and claimed what belonged to it.

She didn't protest as he pulled her close; it was the first time she'd touched him in months and her body just wanted to be near his. Her hands roamed lightly over his chest and he felt just like he had before their accident. She felt his hands roaming over her back and it sent shivers down her spine.

He brought his left hand up to her hair and before either of them could stop it; his lips were on hers and she welcomed him in. It was a kiss filled with all of the emotions of their circumstance and it deepened as time passed.

They both broke away breathing heavily and when she looked into his eyes; the pure rage emanating from them was startling. He grabbed a handful of her hair; jerking her head back in the process.

"How could you do this to us? Something that is so right is suddenly so wrong and you let it happen. I loved you so much."

He loved her so much. As she heard his words and his voice breaking, she knew it was too late. There would be no second chance for them.

She'd destroyed it, and a bit of him with it. She'd been right in her thoughts; there was no chance for them.

"I gave you everything and you ripped my heart to shreds. Was it worth it? Was he worth it?"

Her heart broke as tears started to stream down his handsome face. She wanted nothing more than to make it better, but she was the cause of his pain. He still had her hair bunched in his hand and was still holding her body close to his; she made no move to get away.

"I've loved you for twenty years...twenty years and you let him come in and destroy it, destroy us, destroy our family. I don't even know who you are, but you're not my Nigha."

"You're HIS Nigha!" he spat with the venom of a cobra.

She felt the tears stream down her face and her body shook as she cried. She couldn't reply; she couldn't defend herself, everything he said was true and they both knew it. When he'd called her "HIS Nigha", it was as if she'd been stabbed in the heart.

She had it coming.

"Have there been others?"

He got his answer when her eyes got wide. He'd hoped that there weren't, but it really didn't matter. He had questions and had every right to those answers.

"No; there are no others."

"Do you love him?"

Once again; her eyes answered before she could form the words. Even though he knew the answer; he still felt his stomach lurch.

"Yes."

She sobbed with the admission; her vow to tell the truth making bile rise into her throat.

They stood there for what seemed like hours after her admission; both crying, his hold on her never changing, her hands around his waist and on his shoulder. She reached up to wipe the tears from the right side of his face when he grabbed her hand and held it against his cheek.

"Do you still love me?" he asked in a hushed tone; afraid of what the answer would be.

She didn't hesitate before telling the truth.

"Yes; and I always will."

He knew that she was telling the truth, but it didn't make the situation any better. If anything; it made it worse. He could hate her if she'd stopped loving him, but of course that wouldn't have been possible. He'd always love her too.

"What does that mean? You love us both? Are you in love with him, but you just love me" he asked as he released her hair. He wanted to understand as best he could, but this situation was the exact opposite of understandable.

"I love you both...I'm in love with both of you" she admitted. She knew it was absurd, but it was the truth.

"That's impossible; you can't be in love with more than one person. Tell me the truth; it's a little late to try and spare my feelings."

"It would be easier for me to lie; it has been easier for me to lie, but I can't do it anymore. I know that it doesn't make sense and I use to think that it was impossible too, but the fact remains; I'm in love with both of you and it's been killing me."

"You" he mocked with a sinister laugh. "It's been killing you? Well it almost killed me...you almost killed me, but you did succeed in destroying a piece of my heart. The piece that has belonged to you for twenty years; now all that's left is this" he said as he ground his cock into her pelvis.

"This is a constant that eats away at me through all of my hurt and anger. This keeps me up at night, and wakes me early in the morning. This still remembers every part of you and won't let me forget; this is driving me insane!"

They were both shocked by what was happening. Even after she'd stomped his heart; he still wanted her...and she still wanted him. Their last time together was the day before the accident; the longest either of them had gone without for the past two decades.

He kissed her again and she pressed her body into his. She reached up and ran her hands through his shaggy hair and he cupped her ass and pressed her further into him. Through their hurt and his anger; they were on fire for each other and there wouldn't be any interruptions.

"Brett...we can't...it's not fair to y..." was all that she managed to get out before he kissed her again.

She tried to fight it; they both knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Her hands roamed over his body as his did the same. He started walking toward the bedroom of the suite and she walked with him.

She hooked her fingers in the hem of his t-shirt, and he grabbed it from her and quickly lifted it over his head. She saw the scars left behind from where he was hooked up to all the machines that kept him alive, and slowly ran her fingers over them.

He halted her actions when he lifted her t-shirt over her head and winced slightly at her frame. She was so thin that he could see all of her rib bones and he couldn't help but wonder if her back was giving her problems because the only part of her that looked almost normal were her breasts. He quickly pushed down any feelings of pity; that wasn't what this was about. He needed to be with her and judging by her actions; she needed him too.

Each of them removed their pants and shoes and then he closed the distance between them. He started to plant kisses all over her body while he undid her bra. He pulled it away and then dropped to his knees to start work on her lacy boyshorts.

As the swell of her hips was revealed to him; he kissed her where her hip joined her torso, and grabbed a handful of her ass. As he trailed his kisses along her hip and pulled her closer; he inhaled her sent and slowly ran his finger over her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan. He moved slowly; ingraining everything about her and this moment into his brain.

He felt her legs begin to quake and he gently pushed her down onto the bed. He watched her body writhe in anticipation of his next move and a nagging thought kept creeping into his mind.

'How many times did she look like this for him? How many times were they together?'

He didn't want to know; at this point it didn't matter. Knowing how it was or how many times wouldn't take away the fact that even if it had been only once; it was once too many.

Tonight she was his and only his.

As he strummed her clit with expert precision and her moans became louder; there was one nagging thought that he needed to clear from his head. Never breaking his rhythm, he asked.

"Who was last?"

She was so close to cumming that his question didn't make sense at first and he anticipated the reaction. Before she could think straight; he clarified his question.

"Who was last; him or me?"

His tone was impatient, but his assault on her nether lips continued. He plunged into her depths with his middle finger and brought her ever closer to her peak.

"Youuu...you were last" she gasped out.

With her admission; he brought his hot mouth to her clit and sent her over the edge. As she bucked her hips, he steadied her with his free hand while he finished his assault.

Her head was spinning; she couldn't believe what was happening. The whole situation was surreal and her eyes were wide as he climbed on top of her.

He looked like a wild animal that had captured its prey. The look in his eyes was one she hadn't seen before, but the time for reading his emotions had passed. He looked at her face; memorizing the curve of her cheek, her luscious lips, the scar that adorned her cheek, and the bright eyes that could see into his soul. He leaned in and kissed her without a word.

"Do you want this?" he asked simply.

"Yes."

He held his hard cock in his hand and looked at his wife's glistening pussy. He paused for a moment before sliding in; slowly.

It had been so long for them; it almost felt like the first time. He was slow and gentle; allowing her time to readjust to his size. She was so tight, warm, and wet; not unexpected, but welcome in light of everything that had happened. At least that hadn't changed, even though everything else had and would continue to.

She looked into his handsome face; memorizing every line and speck of amber that dotted his green eyes. She placed her hand to his lips and he quickly leaned down to kiss her. As he pushed deeper inside; he relished in the deep moan that escaped her throat.

He wouldn't think about the times that she'd been with another man; at that moment, it didn't matter. Nothing but what was going on between them mattered to him, and to her.

She ignored the throbbing pain emanating from her pelvis; choosing instead to focus on the pleasure that her husband was delivering. He felt so good inside her, and this time nothing would come between them.

He kept a slow pace; driving her insane as he filled her, repeatedly. Her hot breath on his ear, coupled with her soft moans was spurring him on.

"Oh, oh, oh, uhhh...Brett"

"You like that Baby?"

"Yesss" she hissed through clenched teeth.

He could feel her walls spasm on his cock, and he slowed his pace taking longer, deeper thrusts. She came apart beneath him, writhing and quivering as the orgasm ripped through her.

After her orgasm had subsided a bit; he grabbed a couple of pillows and rolled her over on top of them. They were under her pelvis and tilted her private treasures upward to meet him. He slowly ran his hands over her back and swirled his fingers around her plump ass. He massaged her honey hued cheeks with one hand while swirling the other in her juices as she squirmed and moaned. He placed his finger at the entrance to her backdoor and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy while pushing his finger into her ass.

After only a few moments; she came, shaking violently and he used that opportunity to bury his cock balls-deep into her ass. She cried out in pleasure, and he stilled within her giving her time to adjust.

"Ohhhhhh myyyy Godddd" she managed to get out as she quivered beneath him.

"You miss that don't you?"

"God yes!" was all she managed to get out before he shifted his weight, and lay still on top of her; pushing himself deeper into her ass.

As she moaned beneath him; he grabbed her arms and held them above her head by her wrists. She pushed her ass upward; into his cock and then back down into the pillow under her hips. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder, and sent pleasure coursing through her veins.

A moment after his bite; she tightened her hole around his cock and pushed up against him again, forcing him deeper inside. He hissed into the crook of her neck and started to make short, slow thrusts deep inside her asshole.

"You feel that hard cock in your ass baby?"

She murmured something incoherently, shuddered at his words, and lay still as he continued moving in and out of her at his excruciatingly slow pace. After a few minutes; he increased his pace and lengthened his stroke and she was practically screaming in ecstasy. Each time his pelvis came in contact with her ass; she felt as though she would implode and tingles ran from her spine to her fingertips with each thrust.

Knowing that she was close; he started to pound into her ass like a man possessed. The room was filled with the screams, grunts, and moans; skin slapping against skin, the sounds of phenomenal sex. He came within seconds after she had; the subtle vibrations of her body as she came sent him over the edge.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he swiftly rolled her onto her side so that he could lay behind her without dislodging himself. He held her close and they stayed that way; silently, for quite a while before he spoke.

"Are you still in love with me?"

"Yes; that's never changed."

"You had chosen me over him."

"Yes."

"What did you think would come of this meeting?"

She swallowed deeply as he felt his fingers trail over her shoulder and upper arm. She'd had a pretty good idea and the sex wasn't a part of any of those ideas.

"I expected the shouting and the hurt...but I wasn't expecting what just happened."

"Neither was I. Are you sorry that it happened?"

"No way! The only thing that I'm sorry about is putting us in this situation in the first place."

"I'm not sorry either. There are some things that have to be sorted out and some questions that I still need answered. Before we leave this room; our future track needs to be determined."

"Of course."

"Good. Do you ever think that there will come a time when you won't love me?"

"Never; I'll always love you."

"Do you ever think that there will come a time when you..." he swallowed roughly; trying to force the words to escape his throat. "When you won't love him?"