His lips parted to say something, my name maybe, quickly cut off by me bending just enough to wrap my arms around his lower half and lift him up into my arms. He sputtered and clamored to hook an arm around my neck, another coming around to grab the back of my scrub top while I turned us around and marched through my house.
“You’re such a bastard, I hope you know that.”
I got a clean shot of his ass, slapping it hard and delighting in the feeling of his cock jumping against my pec. “Really, now.”
He let out a quick huff of air. “Yes. Fucking telling on me to my sister. Who does that?”
Oh.
That.
It was a good bit. Funny enough for me to actually go through with doing it. Though, I’d admit, an impulsive one, at that. Scolding his coworkers was one thing. Their job was to make sure he didn’t get hurt out in the field and when that inevitable stroke of bad luckdidhappen, they were supposed to be that first line of defense against not just outside interferences, but with internal ones, too.
Tattling on him to his sister far outreached the scope of what I’d had in mind when making sure he stayed safe. However... it certainly got the job done in ensuring he’d stop being reckless.
As much as I liked seeing him in between our self-imposed, four-day long prohibition, it didn’t need to be at the expense of what I was rapidly realizing was a very finite amount of stress I could handle when it came to him.
Catching him stumbling his way into a grocery store?
That I could forgive.
Tonight, not so much.
“Be mad at me tomorrow,” I replied, kicking the door to my bedroom clear open.
“You’re telling me to table my feelings?”
He bounced when I threw him down on the bed, vibrancy glimmering in his eyes. He sat back on his elbows, legs already parting to where his very healthy erection was tenting the front of his sweats. I wasn’t much better, already slightly panting like a dog in heat, my cock straining to rip through my scrubs and bury itself inside him.
“Put them on the back burner. Whatever.” I shook my head. “Hate me tomorrow.”
Tonight, he was mine to take and make a mess of.
Strangely, his gaze softened. “I could never hate you.”
Something thudded in my chest—my heart, I realized, when I grazed a hand over the spot.
Why…
Did he have to say it like that?
Turning away from him quickly, I shrugged out of my scrub top and tossed it onto the floor, heading over to my dresser to retrieve the condoms and lube.
A soft chuckle followed me. “Silas.”
Ignoring him, I hooked my hand under the brass handle, ripping it back on the track and opening it wide enough to retrieve what I needed.
Tonight, he was mine. Tomorrow morning, he’d be mine after I called off work. So much time to keep him here with me.
The only little bump in the road would be getting his sisternotto unexpectedly drop in at the hospital looking to visit him. While I hadn’t actuallyliedto her, bending around the truth in order to get her to believe I was actually taking him there and not my house was...
Maybe a little unethical.
All right, a lot unethical, but whatever. Who fucking cared.
“You’re calling your sister in the morning to tell her not to visit you.” I shoved the dresser closed, lube and half a sleeve of condoms clutched in my hand. “So she doesn’t try and visit you.”
He blinked at me in surprise, his head tilting in an oddly charming way. A small smile crawling across his lips, tugging them up into something that sent another pang echoing through my chest. He reached a hand out to me, giving me a weird look when I handed him the condoms and lube.
