“Yeah,” I sputter. “So close.”
“So, so close. Then we can go for our walk, watch a movie, and I’ll make your favorite steak dinner.”
“I can’t wait,” I lie, because yes, I like all those things and how they sound, but right now is all I care about. I want what’s happening between us at this moment more than anything else I’ve ever done. It’s like an itch I could never quite scratch, and for the first time in forever someone’s able to reach it.
“Oh, I think you’re okay with waiting. I am too. Because your health is what takes precedence.” He teases me, slowly feeding me his cock one inch at a time, rocking his hips.
“So close.”
My hole spreads further around him, and I don’t question if it’s safe for his skin to be bare against mine, because he’s done so much testing on me and he’s my doctor. He wouldn’t risk my health. Not ever.
“So good for me. Taking your treatment like a good boy. I knew you were perfect when I first saw you on my table, wounded and longing for something more. For me. For this. We can be that missing something for each other.”
“For another fifteen weeks.” I lift my head off the table and he laughs, pulling almost all the way out and holding still. “Yes. And the week after and the week after. And for however long my close observation and therapies are needed. However long I feel I need to ensure you’re a hundred percent healthy, and that could be a really long time.”
Tingles crawl up my spine—he really is trapping me here with never-ending appointments. More testing and therapies. More him. “But what if I change my mind and want to leave sooner?”
“You won’t.” He shoves himself back into me in one thrust, and he goes deeper, splitting me in two. My teeth chatter and hekeeps still again, stroking my hip. “You won’t, because that will make you what?”
“A bad patient.” The word is harsh on my ears, leaving a nasty sting on my tongue as I say it.
“And is that what you want to be?”
“No, Doctor.” The thought has my chest tightening and I feel like I’m being temporarily suffocated.
The metaphorical hands loosen around my neck when he says, “Then don’t. Keep making me proud. We’re both better off when you do, don’t you agree?”
“Yes. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I know. No good patient would.” He moves his hips again, his movements rough and hard. I’m rolling with pleasure from the ache and the wonderful way his cock strokes over the part he reminded me needs more attention. Rolling his hips, he hits it again, and we’re like two rubbing sticks creating fire together. He strokes my nipples and kisses my neck, his hips meeting with mine in perfect motion. Pleasure erupts inside me as the sound hits my prostate at the same time as his cock, and I’ve never felt more alive.
He empties himself inside me, his warm cum filling my hole and cock throbbing inside my wrecked channel. Comfort washes over me as he cleans me up and cuddles me in his arms. I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy feeling safe. Right when I’m worried I won’t have that panic of things going wrong at any moment, I wake up to all the stuff I stole laid out around me. He had it all this time, and now, he has me too.
Slowly sitting up, I touch the clean gown draped over me, and the sound is gone. He is too. I reach out to the Kindle and then an Experience sweater. He took it from where I hid it before picking me up, didn’t he? He was home all along and . . . and . . .”
“You’re awake.”
“You . . . you asshole. You tricked me.”
“No. I helped you see what you couldn’t on your own.”
“They . . . my friend didn’t take it?”
“He wanted to but that wasn’t part of our deal.”
“Your deal?” My stomach clutches. “Were you working together?”
“No. He was in my way and I needed him out of it. Your boyfriend too.”
“You’re the reason they ran off together.” I rub at my head, feeling like I’m on a never-ending merry-go-round.
“No. They were going to do that anyway but couldn’t because your friend was in my debt.”
“What . . .” I grab at the sheets, trying to tug them off me, but it’s like everything I do is happening in slow motion. “Who are you?”
“Sam. Your doctor.” He sits beside me, rubbing my back, causing my muscles to grow more tense.
“What do you mean he was in your debt?”
