Gradually Gil got stronger and within a few weeks, all of the symptoms of the stroke had dissipated except for a limp in his left leg. When he was rested and fresh, the limp was barely noticeable but as the day wore on, it became more pronounced. Still, Gil decided, it was a small price to pay for the safety of his family. He had been willing to sacrifice so much more. But reflecting back to the time before Jenny and Thomas and the future that lay ahead, he was elated to be alive, to be able to participate in their lives, to be a part of a family.

He had followed through on the out patient therapy and had a doctor's appointment that afternoon. Gil hoped it would be the last one, the one that freed him to show Jenny how he felt about her, about them. They had spent the last weeks planning their honeymoon, their wedding night delayed. As Gil dressed for the appointment, his excitement grew. With a little luck, the doctor would give him the go and he and Jenny could consummate their union. The last week or so had been especially tough for him. While he had wanted her all along, he'd known that physically he wasn't ready. But he'd been feeling much stronger lately and the last couple of days he'd felt solid evidence of his preparedness.

Jenny had been very patient, he thought. She'd struck a balance between suggestive and chaste, keeping interest alive but keeping it on low. Through his recovery, she'd never made him feel inadequate, obviously content with their snuggles and kisses. When he'd expressed his frustrations or sometimes she'd simply sensed them, she had reassured him, hinting that she was saving the passion and he should be prepared for their first night together as husband and wife. He'd caught her a few times lately looking at him with a possessive gleam in her eye, one that reminded him of a predator. As he slipped into his shoes, he decided he wouldn't mind being her prey.

He spent the drive to the doctor's remembering their previous times together. He heard her chuckle as they got out of the car and she turned to look at him. He gave her his most innocent inquisitive look and she erupted into laughter. His brow furrowed and he tilted his head, wondering why she was so amused. Her eyes twinkled as they travelled down his body. "Do we need to stop by the restroom so you can adjust?" she asked.

He felt his cheeks redden as her meaning sank in. Glancing sown sheepishly, he realized that his thoughts had created a reaction in a certain part of his anatomy. "I um…was thinking about…"

Her laughter stopped him. "I know exactly what you were thinking about, stud. Just hold those thoughts until later and we'll see what we can do about them." As Gil watched her expression, a thrill shot through him. He liked the promise that shone in her eyes. He walked into the doctor's office certain that his blood pressure was through the roof and the nurses were going look at him oddly.

After explaining that Gil might continue to see a little improvement, the doctor announced that there was nothing more he could do for Gil. He wanted to do a follow up appointment in three months, but otherwise, Gil was free to do whatever he felt like doing. He warned though that other after effects of stroke included emotional outbursts that would fade away with time. Gil nodded and admitted to a few. "I don't just mean bursts of anger," the doctor said. "It could be frustration, passion, or what I call plain silliness. Just be prepared to accept some out of the ordinary behaviors. If anything seems too extreme, however, I want to hear about it." Gil was elated as he left the exam room to meet Jenny in the waiting area. She knew by the smile on his face that the news was good and as they left, suggested they get a bite to eat to celebrate his freedom.

"I have a better idea," he offered.

"Oh? And what is that," she looked at him curiously.

"Let's go check into our hotel," he said smugly.

Seeing his very self-satisfied smirk, she knew he was up to something. "We have a hotel?"

"Well, technically it's not ours and it is only one room, but yes, we have a hotel for the night." His blue eyes were dancing, clearly excited.

"And what about Thomas?"

"Catherine's keeping him overnight. I arranged it with her."

"But…a hotel room, that implies…"

"The doctor said I could do anything I feel like doing…" Jenny thought he looked like a kid in a candy store, all smiles and full of excitement. "And you feel like?" she asked as they made it to the car.

Suddenly he backed her up to the car, pinning her against it as he bent to capture her lips. "This," he said huskily as he descended and kissed her, a spark igniting when their lips touched. His kiss was hard and demanding, full of passion and insisting on more. She returned his fervor, more than ready for all that his kiss suggested.

His hands were sliding down her sides, obviously seeking more contact. "And this," he whispered between kisses as one hand found her breast, his thumb gliding over her nipple, arousing it beneath the layers of clothing. She arched into him, wanting his touch, needing more of him. She felt his arousal pressing against her making her want to rub against him. Then his other hand travelled down, cupping her intimately as he hissed, "and this."

Her knees felt like jelly as he made his intentions known and she clung to him for support. "Ah Gil, do you really think this is the place…" He looked up momentarily, his eyes quickly passing over her to look around the garage. "No one's here…" he said as he dove in for another round of lip lock. His hand found its way under her top and caressed bare skin, and worked its way back to the intended target. She felt his thumb slide under her bra, tweaking her nipple more thoroughly this time. She heard herself gasp as he hit his mark and then the inevitable flush of heat and moisture shot downward through her, eliciting a moan from him as his other hand captured the results through her slacks.

His manhood became even more noticeable and his lips left hers to travel down her neck. "Jenny, I want you so much… I need you."

"Then we should go to the hotel…"

"No, now," he entreated. "I need you so much…"

"Here?" she heard herself squeak.

"Here," he stated definitely. She glanced around and seeing no one, she reached for his zipper. He slid her zipper down and as she freed him from his pants, he slid hers down enough for access. "God, I've been waiting for this…" he moaned as he rubbed against her. "So hot," he mumbled into her neck as he lifted her slightly and his tip found its target, sliding into her. "Oh god," he moaned.

It took all of Gil's self-control to not buck into her and begin humping immediately. "So wet…for me," he grunted as he travelled up her tunnel, her slickness easing his way. Gil's head was pounding, blood rushing through his body, enhancing every sensation. "Oh Jenny," he whimpered as he filled her with his rod. "So good…"

Jenny was a little shocked. This didn't seem to be the Gil she knew, this sex crazed maniac that was taking her in a parking garage. Anyone could come along at anytime and he was usually so private. Her Gil would be totally embarrassed if discovered. But this man, he knew what he wanted and he was taking it. While she dreaded the inevitable discovery, she was also thrilled by his boldness. It was, without a doubt, some of the hottest sex she'd ever had.

Gil couldn't control his actions any longer. He tried to go slowly but weeks of denial took over and he began pumping hard and fast. She felt herself tighten around him and then with a loud moan, she felt her release. As her muscles went into spasms over his cock, he let go in one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Gil leaned into her, pressing her more into the car, as he fought for breath. He was still inside; she felt so warm and luscious that he didn't want it to end. But the inevitable happened and he slowly slid out. But Gil didn't move, his face still buried in her neck and their bodies pressed so close together. He felt her fingers playing in his now sweaty hair and subtle kisses next to his ear. Intellectually he knew they were in a parking garage and they could be discovered at any second. In fact, probably a video camera somewhere nearby had captured their tryst. Silently he prayed that no one was watching the feed. But emotionally, he was in heaven and he didn't want to move for fear of losing what he was feeling. Finally, he heard Jenny whisper his name. "Gil…" She rubbed her hand down the back of his head and onto his neck. "I know," he answered as he stepped back, looking around sheepishly.

They quickly arranged their clothing and climbed into the car. Jenny had driven them over but excited about his freedom, Gil insisted on taking the wheel. As he settled in behind it, he stared out of the windshield, embarrassment overcoming him as he realized the position he'd put her in. He looked at her bashfully. "I'm sorry."

To his surprise, Jenny began to laugh. "For what," she said through her laughter.

"For…it could have been embarrassing…if someone came along." Her amusement was contagious and he felt his heart lifting as he watched her eyes shimmering with laughter. "This wasn't exactly how I'd planned our first…I mean, as married people," he said smiling.

She leaned over and kissed him softly. "So what did you have planned?"

"Well, there is that hotel room I was talking about."

She looked at the ignition and then back at him. "So…what's the holdup?"

Gil smirked. "My apologies, dear wife, I didn't realize you were in a hurry." He started the engine and drove them out of the garage, turning left and heading into their future together.

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Readership on this one has fallen way down over the last two chapters. Consequently, unless I get a ton of reviews saying to keep going, this is the end. I never thought that introducing Sara into the story would cause a dip in interest but hey, I guess I'm not the only 'not a Sara fan' out there, lol. Anyway, for those who stayed with it, I hope you find the conclusion satisfactory. TTFN