“You look a little young to be a doctor,” he snarked. He reached for my hand and tugged me closer to the bed, his brown eyes taking on that scary, dead look he got when he slipped into hiskillerpersona.
Tom chuckled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I assure you, I’m fully capable of treating you. I’m in my third year of residency.”
“Dr. Callahan saved your life, angel. You wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for him.”
Cal scoffed and tugged on my hand again, almost as if he were trying to get in front of me, which was impossible considering he was in bed and I was standing next to him.
“Why are you being like this?” I asked, confused. “He’s here to help you.”
Cal shot me a dark look and scowled.
“Sure he’s not here to help himself?” He snapped his gaze back to Tom, whose lip was twitching in amusement. “I’m fine now. I don’t need a doctor. He’s probably using me as an excuse to seeyou.”
I barked out a laugh. “W-what?”
Cal’s lip curled. “You heard me. Well, guess what, Do0gie Howser? He’s taken. So why don’t you pack up your little playthings and get the fuck out of here.”
I slipped a hand over his forehead, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice. “Maybe we need to cut back on the T3s. The drugs have clearly gone to your head. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I? Look at him! Doctor’s are only that hot in porn! I may be injured, but I’ll bedamnedif I let you playcheck-upwith my ginger snap.” He snarled.
Both Tom and I were laughing now, which only seemed to make Cal even more grumpy.
“I assure you, I am not here to make a move on your man, Mr. Walker.” Dr. Callahan chuckled. “Ryan called me because, apparently, you tore a few stitches last night. I’m here to take a look.”
Cal’s expression was murderous, and as entertaining as it was that he seemed to be this jealous over adoctor,I needed him to let Tom do his job.
I tugged on Cal’s hand and pinched his chin between my fingers, turning him to face me.
“Let the doctor check you out, baby. Please. I’ll be right over there. As soon as he’s done, he’ll leave, and it’ll be just me and you again, I promise.”
Cal narrowed his eyes but nodded.
“Fine,” he conceded, and I gave him a kiss on the lips as a thank you.
Well, that was a mistake.
Cal slid his hand around my neck and forced his tongue into my mouth, causing me to let out a surprised‘hmmph!’
He stroked the inside of my mouth like he owned me before sucking my tongue so forcefully into his mouth that it hurt.
“Cal!” I tried to exclaim as he turned his sucking treatment to my bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough that I worried it would bruise. I pushed him back, my face flushed red with embarrassment, but he was grinning at the doctor now like some sort of mischievous little imp.
Thankfully, Tom didn’t seem bothered by Cal’s aggressive display of ownership. His mouth was still quivering at the side in amusement.
“Well. I suppose you’re going to want an estimation of when you can get back into your, ‘ahem’active lifestyle.”He chuckled as he approached the bed, and I moved away. “I can’t think of a more inconvenient time than the honeymoon stage to have to heal a bullet wound,” he joked, and I frowned.
“What do you mean?” I asked, and he glanced over his shoulder as he opened his medical kit and started setting up his tools.
“Depending on how his healing goes, he won’t be able to participate in any strenuous activities for several weeks.”
“What!?” Cal choked. The glare he gave Dr. Callahan could have killed a houseplant.
“What the fuck does that mean… Does that mean no sex!?”
“Afraid not,” Tom said as he prepared a needle with what I assumed was a general anesthetic.
