“’Kay,” she breathed and that was so cute, he bent his head and kissed her quick but open-mouthed, sliding his tongue inside to taste her before he broke the kiss and again lifted his lips but this time to kiss her forehead.
Over her head, he saw Malachi watching them from his hospital bed. And, fuck him, Chace would never have guessed, not in a million years, that Malachi would watch Chace holding Faye, talking to her, whispering with her and kissing her and that would buy him what it bought him.
But when his eyes caught the boy’s, it was slight, it was hesitant but it was there.
The kid smiled at him.
Thank fuck.
Chace smiled back.
Then he gave Faye a squeeze and looked down at her. He saw that she was looking over her shoulder into Malachi’s room and she looked back at him, hesitant too but happy, her lips parted, a bit of her cute wonder shining through and then she smiled huge.
Chace smiled back, gave her another squeeze and a, “Later, Faye.”
“Later, honey.”
He glanced at Malachi before he let her go on another smile and walked away.
*
Chace felt Faye’s hand run lightly down the skin of his side, he blinked sleep away and saw, strangely, the light was on and she was turned to him.
She’d been reading. She read most nights and he loved that. Loved the fact that for years, he saw her, nose in a book and now he had her in bed with him in one of her little nighties, close enough to touch, her nose in a book. The time he spent knowing she was going to be his, the years he spent knowing she never would, he’d not thought of that. Being in bed beside Faye while she read. But having it felt like a gift. It was maybe whacked to think about it like that but he didn’t care.
He liked it.
But she usually turned off the light and settled in. When he felt it, he pulled her into him.
Now the lights were on and she was facing him, her hand on him.
His hands moved so his arms could curve around her and he pulled her to him.
His voice sounded sleepy when he asked what he always asked, “Done?”
“Uh…” she hesitated, “yeah.”
Her hesitancy and the change in normal circumstances made Chace focus on her.
“Everything okay?”
Her body shifted against his, her legs moving restlessly and all sleep left him because she did this and often. But usually she did it when his mouth was on her, his hands on her.
She was turned on.
What the fuck?
“Faye,” he called and she bit her lip.
Then she pressed her body against his, tucking her face into his neck and she whispered, “There was… uh, in my book, you know,” her legs moved against his and she finished so low he barely heard her, “a really good sex scene.”
Chace smiled.
Oh yeah, she was turned on.
And now he was too.
“Hook your leg over my hip, baby,” he ordered and she instantly complied.
He instantly slid a hand over her hip to her belly, down, between her legs then he shoved his thigh up, trapping his hand against her.
Dripping.
It must have been a good sex scene, she was totally primed.
He shifted a finger and her hips jerked as a small, low, sexy noise drifted up her throat.
Totally primed.
His dick started getting hard.
Then something occurred to him.
“You read sex scenes a lot?” he asked quietly.
“Um…” she didn’t answer which was her answer.
She did.
He pressed his finger in tighter and her hips started moving with it.
His dick got hard and started throbbing.
“What’d you do before me?” he whispered into her hair. She pressed her tits into his chest, her face deeper into his neck and ground her hips down on his hand and thigh.
What she didn’t do was answer.
“You got in this state, Faye,” he pushed gently, “what’d you do before me?”
Her hips undulated with his finger and he heard her breath come faster.
She still didn’t answer.
His finger stopped moving and he cupped her between her legs.
She whimpered, pressed closer and pushed her hips against his hand.
Phenomenal.
“Faye,” he growled.
“Toy,” she whispered then quickly, “Chace, your finger.”
But he was caught up in visions of Faye touching herself with a toy.
Good ones.
Really good ones.
“Where is it?” he asked, his voice low, gruff.
Her hips kept pushing and now her hands were moving with agitation over his skin.
“What?” she asked.
“Your toy. Where is it?”
Her head tipped back and oh fucking yeah.
She was turned on. Huge.
“Why?” she whispered.
“’Cause I’m gonna use it on you,” he whispered back.
“Nightstand,” she answered immediately, so hot, so cute, she wanted that and she wanted it bad.
Fuck. Amazing.
He dipped his head and took her mouth in a long, wet, deep, wild kiss then twisted just his torso to hold their position, hoping to Christ it was in the nightstand at his side.
It was.
He didn’t hesitate to turn it on and position it.
Like he expected, she reacted violently to this but in a good way, pressing her tits deep in his chest, holding on tight, her nails scraping the skin of his back, her face soft, lips parted, hips jerking against the vibrator.
And he got to watch.