Footsteps(124)
And then he fucked the daylights out of her, slamming into her in a growing frenzy. She grunted with each impact until she clutched a pillow to her face and screamed into it, her core closing so tightly around him that he thought the pressure would undo him completely. He came hard enough to find the limit of pleasure. And then he collapsed on her, and her knees gave. They landed in a tangled, wet heap.
After a moment, Bina, still breathless, lifted her head and looked back at him. Her hair was over her face, but through that curtain he could see her sparkling eyes and lovely smile. “I like the way you make me happy,” she purred.
He chuckled, feeling his cock thrum inside her, and kissed her nose. “Me, too.”
~ 26 ~
A couple of days before Joey came home, Carlo, Luca, and John moved furniture around, setting up the guestroom for him so that he didn’t have to go up the stairs until he was stronger and had easier breath. Then Carmen and Sabina went about making the room pleasant and homey for him. He was still not strong enough to be on his feet for long, so he would, for a few weeks at least, be spending a lot of time within those walls.
That day, while the men had gone en masse to the hardware store—Sabina had found it amusing that they’d all gone, when all they were after were anchors of some kind—the nurse therapist Carlo had hired part-time to take care of Joey came by, to give her approval of the way they’d set things up and to make suggestions about foods to have in the house, and a few other things. Sabina was shocked when she’d answered a knock at the front door and seen a slender, blonde, lovely young woman wearing navy scrub pants and a pretty, floral scrub top that had a wrap-around effect. Much prettier than the kinds of clothes Sabina expected nurses to wear. In fact, she didn’t see the outfit as anything but a pantsuit when she first opened the door.
Dumbfounded, she simply stood there for a second, until the young woman, her hair done in a kind of elaborate ponytail, smiled and said, “Mrs. Pagano?”
Sabina didn’t know how to respond to that. She wasn’t Mrs. Pagano. Not yet. Not for a while. “May I help you?”
“Hi. I’m Louisa.”
The name didn’t help Sabina identify her. She cocked her head.
“Carlo hired me? I’m a nurse.”
“Oh! Oh, apologies. Please, come in. I am Sabina.”
When she turned and made way for Louisa to enter, Sabina saw Carmen standing at the end of the hall, near the staircase. Their eyes met, and Carmen rolled hers and then walked toward the kitchen.
Sabina knew what Carmen was thinking; she herself was thinking it, too. If this lovely, young blonde was Joey’s nurse—Joey, who had his hands in a different girl’s clothes five days of seven—then…
That thought died abruptly in Sabina’s head. Joey wasn’t the same as he’d been. She turned her attention to Louisa. “Joey isn’t home yet. He’ll be discharged the day past tomorrow.”
Louisa smiled. “That’s fine. I told Carlo I’d like to see how things are set up before he gets here.” She examined the hallways critically. “Will he be using a wheelchair? These hallways are really narrow for that.”
“No. He’s able to walk. Not for far. He has…a tank? Oxygen tank? On wheels. And, I think, a walking stick—just for steadiness. His legs are not hurt.”
“Right. He’s aphasia and lung restriction.”
The way she’d phrased that sentence bothered Sabina. “No. He is Joey. He has aphasia and restrictive lung disease.”
Louisa smiled. “Yes, I’m sorry. Sometimes, when I’ve been studying a medical record, I get caught up in the terms. Of course. May I see his room?”
Sabina took her on a tour of the first floor of the house and then the back yard. Carmen made herself scarce as Sabina brought Louisa into the kitchen; she wasn’t one to chat with strangers unless she felt it absolutely necessary. She shared that trait with her older brother.
Louisa made some suggestions for groceries, fruits and high-protein foods to have in the house, and then, saying she’d be back about half an hour before Joey was due to be home, she left.
As Sabina closed the door, Carmen materialized from some unknown point in the house. “I wonder how much of Carlo’s decision to hire her was based on the fact that old Joey would be diving straight into her little nurse pants.”
“Wouldn’t that be cruel, though?”
“Not cruel. Motivating.”