Ottis’ face burned. He ducked his head and made his way over to Doc, only for Doc to slip an arm around his waist.
“You’re amazing with her,” Doc murmured. “Such a good dad. Makes me want to put a pup inside you.”
Just like that, Ottis’ entire body lit up with arousal.
“I, uh,” he said, suddenly breathless.
Doc grinned, leaning closer. “Yes, you. I want you bent over and spread for me.”
20
A THRUST IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
Slick trickled out of Ottis.He wet his lips and leaned into Doc, purring when Doc slipped his hand lower, tucking his fingers between Ottis’ clothed cheeks.
“You’re so hot,” Ottis wheezed. “Like a campfire, and I’m the marshmallow you’re trying to roast. Except I catch fire and explode in a sticky white mess.”
Doc laughed, the sound stroking down Ottis’ spine. “I get you that hot, huh?”
“You know how hot you get me,” Ottis mumbled. “You’ve felt it with your everything.”
“Mmmm. Yes, I have.” Doc had, in fact, felt him up several times this week. Ever since they’d realized that Doc had come bareback inside Ottis during his heat, the alpha hadn’t bothered with a condom. He kept sliding his bare cock into Ottis, pumping him full at every chance he got.
It was enough to turn Ottis wet the moment Doc touched between his legs.
“We certainly leave quite a bit of white stuff around when we’re done,” Doc purred, nudging Ottis along to his bedroom.
Three steps in, Ottis decided to adjust his gait to compensate for his limp. It would look sexier, anyway.
Except Doc withdrew his touch, tapping him sharply on the hip.
“Don’t do that,” Doc said.
Ottis stopped and looked at the floor, suddenly self-conscious. “Don’t do what?”
“Don’t hide that part of you. I don’t mind it.”
Ottis squinted up at him. “Like you and your masks?”
Doc froze. He sighed, but his eyes crinkled. Without missing a beat, Doc swept Ottis off his feet and over his shoulder, carrying him the last few steps to his bedroom.
“You’re totally avoiding the subject,” Ottis said, wriggling his ass next to Doc’s face.
Doc grasped his asscheeks and squeezed. “Well. This way, we can both avoid the subject.”
Ottis barked a laugh. Doc chuckled and shut the door behind them.
Next to the bed, Doc set Ottis on his feet. “Strip. I want to see you in that red lace.”
“You finally have the patience to dress me up?” Ottis grinned. Despite the number of times they had mated, they hadn’t used the red lace panties from the department store. He almost thought Doc had forgotten about them.
“We have a bit of time before bed,” Doc murmured, trailing his knuckles down Ottis’ side.
“Are you going to examine the toys?”
At that, Doc furrowed his forehead. “Ugh. I’ll get on that. Later.”
He stripped off his scrubs, leaving his scarred skin bare. The mask stayed on, though. While Doc waited for the shower to heat up, Ottis limped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. They watched each other in the mirror; Ottis made faces just because he could. Doc’s eyes crinkled.
