Maybe I was a hopeless romantic under the gruffness. Maybe my future could look very different if I embraced that side. Maybe I was still high off the endorphins of being balls-deep in this beautiful girl.
I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of her body. I wanted to erase her skin of any touch but mine and brand my body to hers.
But she was better without me,my inner voice whispered like a two-timing whore. I wanted to lock that damn voice in a box and drop it to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. I was sick of this back-and-forth warring between what was right and what was easy.
“I have a strange request while I recover from that phenomenal dicking you gave me in the back of the truck,” she said, glancing at the ground then back at me. She shifted from foot to foot, releasing my hand to wring hers together, all traces of her earlier confidence gone.
“Phenomenal, you say?” I rumbled, reaching behind me to pull off my T-shirt. “Dr. Cutie, I will handle any strange request you have.”
Her fingers trailed up my abdomen and down my face. She was caressing me, and it felt more intimate than any touch I’d ever had. Her hands belonged on my body.
“Yes. Will you snuggle in bed with me and read me a book?”
“Read to you?”
Out of all the things she could have said, I was not expecting that, but as soon as the words left her mouth, it sounded like the second-best thing we could do tonight.
“Yeah. Will you pick out a book over there and hold me for a little while?”
She crawled on the bed and laid on her back, sighing and opening her arms. I grabbed a book from the built-in shelf beside the television and crawled in beside her, pulling her to me, so her head rested on my chest. She fit into me like she was meant to be there, and I was meant to have one arm wrapped around her to keep her safe.
I held the book with one hand and her with the other. She turned to the first page, and I started to read. Her fingers teased my chest between turning the pages, and even though I was counting the seconds until I was inside her sweet pussy again, something about this simple act felt big.
Felt like everything.
17 - JENNA
“Yes, Ms. Brown. I know it’s frustrating,” I said, doing my best not to roll my eyes.
She was my last appointment of the day, and I was eager to get home. I was never eager to get home, but today had sucked big, fat, hairy balls. I hadfourpatients pass and was cramping like I had personally offended my uterus. Unfortunately, patients’ passing was a normal, horrible part of my job, and I was no stranger to making the tough calls. I didn’t know why today hit me worse than others, but I think it bummed me out because I couldn’t go to my happy place.
This adorable plant nursery with funky blue shutters and an overgrown driveway was about five minutes from my house. Inside, it held a plethora of amazing and unique finds—from orchids and succulents to fruit trees and shrubbery. Going there always brightened my mood, but I couldn’t because no matter where I tried to put a pet-friendly plant in the house, Phoebe would find it, eat it, then throw it back up. Hell, I wanted to try my hand at some erotic topiary trimming or bonsai expressionism, but fate had other plans.
Err, more like Phoebe had other plans.
That kitten had more personalities than a mental institution and would go from sleeping on my chest one day to drawing blood the next. I put my hand on my stomach, willing my cramps to subside until I could get painkillers.
“Don’t you agree, Dr. Crews?”
Shit!
I schooled my features and focused on Ms. Brown, who was still complaining.
“If you like, we can make regular appointments for Lavender, so this doesn’t happen again.”
“But what about my carpets?” she cried like it was my fault her pup’s anal glands were inflamed. I reached down and scratched behind Lavender’s ears, and her little poodle tail thumped in time with my movements.
“Let’s head upfront. I have a great enzyme carpet cleaner that will take those stains right out.”
“If you say so,” Ms. Brown said, gathering Lavender in her arms and petting her cute furry head.
I walked with them to the front and passed over the cleaner before heading back to my office. I popped a few pills to ease the ache in my belly and finished my case notes before shutting down my computer. All I wanted to do was go home and snuggle with Mark. He had this innate ability to quiet my mind. I didn’t think he understood how he was changing me. He was making me second guess everything about myself. With him, my awkward moments, dirty talking moments, and everything in-between moments were okay.
“Dr. Crews?” Dr. Duvall nodded at me from my office door. His hair was more unruly than usual, and it set his eyes in a stern scowl that made the crease between them look as deep as the Grand Canyon. He looked like he had given up.
“Hey, Larry. I’m wrapping up for the evening. What’s up?”
“I need you to cover my morning surgeries. I have an appointment I can’t reschedule.”
