Page 30 of Dark Time

“Dylan?” she asked as I came in. “Why is it dark?”

“Because you’ve slept all day, sweetheart.”

“You’re kidding?” She slid up in the bed. “It’s actually ten pm? I thought the clock was wrong and the world had ended.”

“No, babe.” I chuckled softly and sat beside her. “Do you want something to drink or eat? I brought you some chicken soup and ginger ale.”

I brushed hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss her smiling face.

“That sounds heavenly. A nice cold drink.”

“How’s your head?” I saw her face was clear of pain and her eyes were alert.

“It’s good, much better than it was.”

“Good. I still think you should take some of the medicine, and I think you should call your doctor tomorrow.”

“I’m going to, don’t worry. I don’t ever want one of those again.”

“Good. Let me get you a drink, then I’ll put the soup on.”

She took the medicine and ate the soup when I brought it in, and within an hour she was asleep again. Around three in the morning I heard her cry out in agony and went in to find her rolling around on the bed. Oh dear.

“Make it stop, Dylan. Oh fuck, please, make it stop.” She reached for me, and I took her hand. Yep, she was definitely going to the doctor.

Dylan

Two weeks and five more migraine episodes later, and Emily had a prescription for a medicine that was meant to keep her from having another migraine. The pill was called Topamax, and her doctor put her on it because it was a trusted remedy and one of the first that would be used by any doctor. She took it, and before long, she was almost back to normal.

She had cut out caffeine from her diet, and a few other things, and she kind of walked around carefully for a bit, as if afraid the pain would attack her at any moment, but otherwise, she was doing well on it. She hadn’t had a migraine since she started the medication, and that was all we’d wanted.

I started to feel relieved and started to relax a bit myself. I’d been so worried about her that I hadn’t been able to focus at work, and knowing she was reacting to the medicine well helped me to get back on track. She had even started back to work. We were days away from moving into the new penthouse, and we were both excited about it.

The only problem was, my hands had started to shake again. Not much, and not often, but I noticed it, and it worried me. I knew it was probably just stress from worrying about Emily, so I hadn’t called the doctor. If it continued now that she’d got some relief and hadn’t had another migraine, I’d call him, soon.

“I’m going to miss you today.” She’d come into the kitchen and walked right into my arms for a hug. “I need to get my nails done, though. They’re starting to look gross.”

“It won’t be long, and you’re going to see Roxie, right?” I brushed hair behind her ear and pulled her a little tighter to my hips.

We had been perfect little angels since her first migraine, and we were starting to get tired of celibacy. The way she pushed into me and let her eyes close told me she was more than ready for some adult attention. I grinned at her as she moved her face close to mine.

“I am going to see Roxie, and maybe do some shopping, but I can’t wait to get you alone later. I had the dirtiest dream about you last night and, well, I’d like to tell you about it later.”

“Mm, that sounds like a story I’d like to hear.” I kissed her soft lips and waited for her to open. Her tongue came out to tangle with mine, and I felt blood surge straight to my dick. It throbbed between us, and I wondered how long it would take me to come if I bent her over the counter by the stove and fucked her right here in the kitchen.

“Oh my, somebody’s eager to hear that story,” she whispered and moved her hand down to cup me through my trousers.

“Emily, don’t start something we don’t have time to finish,” I begged with a groan, but she got this evil grin on her face and moved closer to my ear.

“I could just suck you off if you don’t want to waste time pulling my pants down and fucking me on the kitchen floor.”

“Fucking hell, Emily, don’t make it worse.” I didn’t bother to try to hide the torment in my voice. The thought of her lips wrapped around me had my dick eager and ready to play. That merged with the image of her round ass in the air as I drove into her, and I was almost afraid I’d come in my pants if she didn’t stop.

“Maybe you can jerk off in the car on the way to work.” Her voice, low and husky, didn’t help, and neither did that teasing look in her beautiful eyes.

“I hate you, do you know.” This time there was a note of petulance in my voice, and I turned around to walk to the kitchen entrance. “You’re very cruel. You know I have a meeting I can’t be late for.”

“I learned from the best, Dylan.” Her eyes issued a challenge I would be glad to accept later. Her breasts pushed out from her chest as she leaned back against the counter, and that took all of my attention. “Later then, baby.”