Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

26. Hannah

CHAPTER 26

Hannah

T he next two and a half weeks are a blur. We fall back into a regular routine, and it’s kind of nice. I’ve learned I like having someone to come home to after a long day at work, and it’s only made better that it’s someone who gets it. It’s a Saturday, and we’re both working the night shift and I’m preparing myself for the craziness. Weekend evening shifts are some of the worst in the ER. People don’t have work the next day and do stupid shit while drinking.

We ride in together and manage to make it through the first half of the crazy shift. We take our break together, and when we return to the floor, I see Samantha sitting at the nurses’ station like she’s waiting. When she spots Grayson, she pushes out of her chair and walks up to him.

“Grayson, I was looking for you. I was hoping to maybe take our breaks together and talk.”

“I just took my break,” he says, brushing her off.

“Okay, well, how about tomorrow? We’re working the same shift then.”

Grayson looks up from the chart he’s scanning. “I don’t think so.”

Frustration radiates off her. “We haven’t been able to catch up in so long, Grayson,” she whines, and I have to hold back my laugh. She sounds like a petulant child.

She looks over her shoulder at me and smirks before she reaches out and grabs his arm.

He looks at where she’s touching him before looking at her, his face completely blank.

“Grayson, please,” she says while batting her eyelashes.

I reach for my cup of water and take a sip to suppress my laugh.

Grayson’s voice comes out with restrained frustration as he says, “Samantha, I highly recommend you let go of me. No, we will not be sharing a meal together. You’ve seen my wedding ring, and we’ve discussed the fact that I’m married. You have chosen to ignore it, but I do not. I am married. And like I’ve said before, I will not be cheating on my wife, so I recommend you quit while you’re ahead.”

She plasters on a fake smile and says, “Lucky woman.”

He shakes his head. “I’m the lucky one by far. She can do much better.”

Hearing Grayson defend our marriage like that not only gives me the warm and fuzzies, but also turns me the hell on. Grayson and I haven’t had sex since we’ve returned from his parents’. I don’t know why, but I’m all built up now. There’s only so much my vibrator can do for me. I need Grayson to fuck me—sooner than later.

Samantha drops her hand before she turns and leaves. Grayson gives me a nod before he heads to bay three to tend to the patient there. I’m on edge for the next three hours, counting down the minutes until our next short break.

When it’s time, I find Grayson and stop right beside him, whispering as quietly as I can, “Storage room, fifth floor, east wing.”

He gives me a curious look, and I say, “Now.” He realizes the seriousness in my words and leaves. I head in the opposite direction, taking the long way there. When I get there, he’s already waiting for me.

“Hannah, what’s going on?” he asks.

I hold up a condom I snagged on my way up.

His jaw drops. “Here?” he asks.

“Yes. Right here, right now.”

He stalks after me, backing me into the wall and bending down to run his nose up the column of my neck. I feel him inhale deeply, and goosebumps scatter across my skin. I reach for his scrubs, undo the tie, and reach my hand inside, finding his cock. I give it a few strokes, feeling it harden in my grip. His hand slips inside my scrubs and panties, and he runs a finger between my folds. I’m fucking soaked for him. Just thinking about his words from earlier has me wet, but having him this close again, inhaling his scent, has me ravenous.

He slowly slips a finger inside, teasing me.

I grip his shoulders tightly. “We don’t have time for you to tease me,” I exhale.

He pulls his hand out, pushes my scrubs down my legs, and pushes his down until his erection pops free. He grabs the condom from me and tears it open with his teeth before rolling it down his cock. I watch him with rapt attention. It’s been too long since I’ve truly seen him. He turns me around and bends me at the waist. I press my hands against the wall and look over my shoulder, watching his every move.

He grips his cock and runs it through me, teasing my clit, and I chew on my lip before he feeds it into me slowly, inch by inch. I pant as I try not to moan. I chose a closet in the least active part of the hospital at night, but I don’t want someone to hear us. Or maybe I do. I don’t know anymore when it comes to Grayson.

Grayson grips my ponytail and asks, “What are you?” I know exactly what he wants to hear, and I give it to him.

“Your needy little cock whore.”

He groans in my ear as his thrusts come at a punishing pace. He loves when I tell him I’m his. His thrusts are perfect and deep, hitting that spot. Every. Single. Time. His hand reaches around and finds my clit, his finger flicking it twice, and I clench around him.

“Fuck, I missed this perfect little cunt. So needy and wet for me.”

His dirty talk does things to me. I clench around him again, on the edge of my orgasm.

“I’m not going this long without sinking into you ever again. You’re fucking mine, Spitfire.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, seconds away from coming.

“You love it when your husband fucks you, don’t you? So needy for me.”

God, his possessiveness and need to know just how much I need him is not something I thought would do it for me, but it does. It makes me wetter and brings me closer to the edge.

He bites my shoulder, and that’s enough to send me over the edge. I bite the collar of my scrub top, hoping that will be enough to muffle the sounds of my screams.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come for your husband.”

A few more thrusts, and I feel him come, too.

Just as his orgasm is ending, the closet door opens, and we both turn to look and see Samantha standing at the door. She stares at us wide eyed. After a few seconds, she pulls the door closed, and Grayson and I put ourselves together.

Before we step out, Grayson stops me and frames my face with his hands. “Are you okay?’

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just wanted to check, especially with who found us.”

I reach up and cup his face. “Grayson, we’re doing nothing wrong. Maybe we shouldn’t be having sex at the hospital, but it’s not like we’re cheating on anyone. I’m okay. With that orgasm, better than okay.”

He searches my face for a second before letting me go and following me out of the closet. We make our way back to the ER, and after a few minutes, Samantha approaches me. I groan, knowing what’s about to come.

“So, you heard Grayson’s statement about being married and thought you’d be a home-wrecking whore and go after him anyway?”

I chuckle; I can’t help it.

“You think this is funny?” she spits.

“I think your interpretation of it is, yeah.”

She glares at me. “You think that it’s okay to go around ruining marriages? I never thought you could stoop so low. You really are a no-good whore, aren’t you?” Her voice is starting to rise, gaining the attention of more of the nurses and doctors.

Her words mean nothing to me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, but from the look on Grayson’s face behind her, he’s beyond pissed.

“Samantha,” he growls.

How he has me going from trying to not laugh, to trying not to melt, is a whole other question. Nurses and doctors alike are watching this interaction now.

Samantha turns around and looks at Grayson. “Grayson, I was just?—”

He cuts her off. “You were just what? Sticking your nose in something that is none of your concern? Making a scene at work?”

“It’s just… You… I was… You said you were married and wouldn’t cheat on your wife. Hannah seemed to be intent on making you.”

Grayson throws his head back and laughs. She turns and glares at me.

I stand, wanting to be at even height when I say this to her. “It’s not cheating if I’m his wife.” I hold up my left hand and my rings, and she pales. I see the shock on the other nurses’ and even some of the doctors’ faces. “So, no, I’m not a no-good, home-wrecking whore. You caught me and my husband .” I make sure to emphasize the word for her.

She turns and looks at Grayson. “You married her ? Why?”

He scoffs. “That’s really none of your concern, now is it?”

Tears start to fall down her face before she runs off down the hall. Grayson is in front of me almost instantly as he grips my face. His go-to move when he’s worried about me.

“Are you okay?” His voice is full of worry.

I hold his wrists as I look him in the eye. “Grayson, I’m fine. Honestly, I found the whole thing kinda funny, because I knew the entire time just how wrong she was.”

He leans forward, rests his forehead on mine, and releases a deep breath. “I’m glad, no one has the right to talk to you like she did.” He kisses my cheek before whispering ever so quietly, “And the only time you should be called a whore is when I call you my needy little cock whore.”

My knees nearly give out. I want to beg for him right here, but I know it’s not the place. I step out of his hold and say, “I’m fine. I promise.”

He turns around, and we both see someone from hospital administration standing at the end of the hallway. She jerks her head to the side, and Grayson nods and follows behind her.

As soon as they’re out of sight, the nurses join me at the nurses’ station.

“You’re married to Dr. Maxwell?” Polly asks.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“When?”

“How long?”

“I thought you hated him.”

Questions are fired at me from all directions.

When they’ve stopped, I say, “Two months. It’s complicated, but no, I don’t hate him. Now, I’d really like to get back to work.”

They nod and disburse.

Grayson returns after a while and comes straight for me.

“How did it go?” I ask.

“It was fine, they were a little upset we didn’t report it to HR sooner. You need to sign this.” He pushes a piece of paper towards me.

Declaration of Romantic Relationship

I quickly read through it and sign at the bottom beside Grayson’s signature.

“Can you also sign this, please?” He slides a new form in front of me.

Update to Employee Records - Emergency Contact

I read the form and see that Grayson is updating me as his emergency contact.

“Are you sure?” I whisper.

He leans on the counter. “Yeah. It was Caleb, but he has a family now, and my parents and sister are so far. I can change it in a month once I find someone else.”

I stare at him and nod before signing the form. I gnaw my lip. My current form has my dad and mom as my emergency contacts, I don’t want Mom on there anymore.

“Do you have another form?” I ask.

He pulls out another form and gives it to me. I quickly fill out his information and turn it to him to sign. He slips it in with his forms and heads back the way he came. I settle back in my chair, the events of the day hitting me in full force. We were just outed at work, I was called a whore, and I have been added as Grayson’s emergency contact and added him as one of mine. Today will be a day that’s hard to forget.