Page 18 of When the Leaves Fall

DREW

P olice cars have shut down this part of the road, making room for the helicopter to land.

“Baby, please don’t leave me,” Dad repeats over and over again, pleading with Mom.

“She’s breathing, I need a mask.” One of the people working on her calls out, while another digs through the medical supplies and prepares the oxygen mask.

I watch as they get Mom stable enough to move her onto the stretcher. The helicopter landed on the road a few moments ago and is ready to take Mom to the hospital. Everything is happening so fast, yet so damn slow.

I turn back toward the house in time to see them placing my mom on the stretcher. Her clothes have been cut off, and a blanket has been placed over her.

“Frank, would you like to say goodbye before we go?” one of the EMTs asks my dad. She then looks over at me. “Miss?”

I nod and slowly walk over to where my dad is telling my mom that he’ll be right behind her and to please stay strong. I can’t hold back the flood of tears. I’ve never been so scared in my life.

“We’ll be there soon, Mom,” I whisper from a few feet away. I can’t bring myself to get any closer. The crew carefully walks her down the long driveway toward the helicopter.

W e lie in bed, spooning. Luca’s naked body is behind mine, holding me tight. His fingers lightly tickle up and down my side as he places light kisses along my shoulders. I’m still hanging onto the high of coming not once, but twice. I haven’t felt relief like that in such a long time.

And I’m already needing more of it. More of him.

I quietly grab a condom out of the drawer and roll over to face Luca, placing my upper thigh against his dick. It instantly pulses against my leg. His eyes widen.

“Keep doing that, Drew,” he groans. “And I’ll have to do something about it.”

“That’s the hope,” I wink at him. I stroke his shaft, feeling him grow harder in my hand. The soft skin of his cock glides easily in my palm. It doesn’t take long for his dick to be fully ready for me, and I reward it by using my mouth to place the condom on him.

“Fuck, Drew,” he moans. “I won’t last long if you do that. ”

I look at him with a mischievous smile. “Too bad,” I whisper.

He growls, and suddenly his arms are scooping me up from behind and pulling me on top of him. He’s now flat on his back, his cock pulsing hard against my clit. Oh, God, yes. This position happily puts me in control of not only his pleasure, but mine.

I grab his dick and guide it to my entrance. His legs bend, creating a wall behind my back. I reach my hands around and grip his thighs before allowing my body to slide down his thick cock.

We both moan out. I rock my hips back and forth against him. He hits deep inside me, creating a current of pleasure coursing through my body. It’s like I can feel him everywhere. Every part of my body comes alive.

He sits up, grabbing my breast and pulling it into his mouth. Fuck, he’s fit. Just looking at him sitting like that makes my stomach hurt. But it also might be because his dick is continuously hitting my core.

My nipples harden at this attention.

“I love the way you taste, Drew,” he says. “Every single part of you.”

I dig my fingers into his thighs, bracing myself to move even faster against his cock. His eyes shoot up to mine, darkening. And it’s not just desire I see in them. There’s something more they’re trying to say.

Something, I don’t think I’m ready to hear.

I quickly pull him into me, before he has time to think too much or say anything.

My lips crash into his, and everything overwhelms my senses.

My body starts to quiver as the orgasm builds inside me.

I kiss him deeper, rocking my hips faster.

Harder. Pulling his entire body into me. Craving his heat. His sweat.

Waves of pleasure crash over both of us. I pull away from the kiss, gasping for breath. I lean back so his dick can hit as deep as possible for as long as I come around him. Luca screams out my name before burying his face between my breasts.

We hold each other tight, our bodies writing against one another. When my breathing slows, I glance back down at Luca, who’s already looking up at me.

He smiles gently. The back of his fingers brushes my cheeks softly, and I realize I’m crying. Like full-out crying. Large crocodile tears.

“Good?” he whispers, and all I can do is nod in reply. He brings both hands up to my cheeks now, wiping the tears away, and then pulls me in for another kiss. A kiss so passionate, so full of want and need, I’m pretty sure it’s more likely to get me pregnant than us having sex.

My chest aches for him, even though he literally could not be any closer to me at this moment. Our bodies are molded together, essentially as one right now. Yet, I yearn for him.

I’ve never believed in insta-love. Hell, I’ve never even told another partner I’ve loved them.

But it’s different with Luca.

It’s way scarier.