She pressed her lips together. “It was hard on him for a long time. So, if you’re not there with him . . .”
“Oh, I am. I very much am right there with him. I just wish I trusted it a bit more.” My eyes widened as I realized how that sounded. “I do—mostly—trust him. It’s just the little niggle at the back of my head.”
“I understand completely. But, if you’d like my perspective?—”
“Yes. Please.” I held my hands in prayer mode to show her how serious I was.
“Kit wasn’t sure at first, but he’s sure now. You can take that to the bank.”
Her certainty made my heart speed up and wish for things I wasn’t sure I could wish for.
“How do you know that?”
She sent a look back toward the hallway we’d just exited. “I’ve known and loved that man since I was fifteen years old. I know what he looks like when he’s in love. I promise you, whatever remaining insecurities he has, he’ll push through them. He won’t be able to help it with you.”
My hand went back to my chest. “Me, either.”
She hugged me tight, like I was a friend. “I need to go check on my son, but you have my number. Ring or text me anytime.”
I thanked her and walked her out the door, watching as she made her way along the connected walkways, past the architecture she’d sketched out with her own hands and imagination. Having her blessing felt important. Big.
I turned back inside, shoulders set a little broader. Like maybe I was ready for big.
“You’ve gotto keep your body relaxed, Kit. Or at least your legs. You don’t want to tense up around your knee.”
“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to accomplish that with you deep throating me,” he huffed out, frustrated and on the edge, right where I wanted him.
It was, on its face, a perfectly reasonable point he was making, but it had been six weeks since his surgery, and I had severely underestimated what a shitty patient he could be. The deep throating was the only way I got him to cooperate.
Darn.
I pulled away from his dazzling cock, popping my brows. “Don’t you want your reward for being a good patient today?”
“I’m not some little kid who needs to be rewarded for good behavior.”
Oh, yes you are.
“Fine. I’ve got an appointment with a new client this afternoon. I can spend this time looking through his files and catching up with Dr. K, or?—”
“Wait.” He gestured with both hands to his magnificent, dripping cock. “Please.”
I wet my lips, all slow and dramatic-like before grabbing him by the thick base. I let my slicked lips slide over his desperate cock head, back and forth over the sensitive corona, teasing out all kinds of sounds from my favorite cowboy.
“You’re killing me, Sky. Stop fucking around and take all of me like I know you can.”
I pulled away again, wiping the corners of my mouth before fixing a smirk at him. “Kit Baker, are you actually trying to stage direct my blowjob?”
“No.” He slapped his hand over his mouth. “Not at all,” he said through his fingers.
I laughed, then went back after him, teasing that perfect, fat head of his, backing off whenever he tensed up too much.
Two weeks out from surgery, he had tried to make his way over to the main office without his crutches. Sadie called me up, and I cut short an appointment, racing up the drive. The pain had forced him to return home, and he couldn’t make it past his couch. His clothes were drenched with sweat by the time I arrived, but that hadn’t stopped me from yelling at him.
His little adventure necessitated another MRI, which was itself an entire thing, but thankfully, he hadn’t undone any of the good work Dr. Kleinfeld had put into his knee. She did give him a pretty good talking to, and I was smug about it on the drive back home.
He admitted how much he hated feeling useless, which I never did understand—he hadn’t actually at any point slowed down enough to be useless. But it didn’t take an expert to findthat the love he so readily gave to other people wasn’t a two-way street, and he was rather stingy when it came to himself.
Dr. Kleinfeld wasn’t fussed by it—she’d seen this foolishness with many of her male patients, and didn’t truck with his excuses. She also pulled me aside and said I should leverage something he did like to keep him in line.
