Page 136 of Asystole

Before anyone can dive into that comment, Kayla is handing her phone to Chase so he can type in his number. After that, they say their goodbyes, and Chase’s attention returns to me.

“This is unbelievable,” he says.

“Yeah,” I agree, getting hypnotized and distracted by the way he’s swaying his hips back and forth and the water running over his perfect, clean, inkless body. He’s standing directly in front of me again, and his cock bumps against mine in the water. The movement sends a rush of bubbles up my shorts, tickling my balls.

“Chase, you cannot get me off in a public pool.”

“That sounds an awful lot like a challenge, Buttercup,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver despite the eighty-three-degree air.

“Nope,” I say in a strained voice as his hand dives into my shorts for the second time. “Not a challenge. A fact. I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency in Aruba.”

“But I need you.”

His words have me rock. Fucking. Hard.

Suddenly, our room feels ten miles away. Glancing around, I spot the waterfall feature in the pool.

“Come with me,” I say, slowly making our way toward the waterfall so we don’t draw attention… well, any more attention.

Shit, people are still watching.

Turning around, I place my hand on Chase’s chest.

“I’m going to go grab a drink from the bar. I want you to duck through the waterfall. There should be a cutout behind it because of that little bridge thing. I’ll meet you in there in five minutes, and maybe people won’t notice.”

Chase nods, and I take off for the bar. It takes closer to ten minutes for me to get my drink, and when I finally slip behind the wall of water, Chase already has his hand around his cock, his head thrown back, resting on the stone behind him with his lips parted.

“Starting without me?”

Chase’s eyes snap open, and his hungry gaze lands on me as he continues pumping his fist along his shaft. The sight is mesmerizing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he pants. “I feel like a dog in heat.”

Moving forward, I hand him the sex on the beach I ordered and take over the rhythm he’d set for himself, relishing the feel of him in my palm.

Leaning in close, I tell him, “There’s nothing wrong with you, baby. For so long your focus has been elsewhere, your partner was elsewhere, and I’m sure the stress of medical school and a residency you didn’t love weighed heavily on not only your heart, but your dick as well. Now that you’ve freed yourself from those burdens and have access to a man whose favorite thing in the world is making you come, your body is just playing catch-up. So, let it.”

Thankfully, the waterfall is loud, because so is Chase as he comes with a roar, his head dropping forward onto my shoulder.

“Feel better?” I ask, stroking his back.

“For now,” he says.

Chase and I cancel the rest of our excursions and spend the rest of our vacation drinking, sleeping, swimming, and fucking. We don’t leave the resort again, but we do grab dinner at one of the hotel restaurants with Camille and Kayla.

Chase is upbeat and definitely more of his carefree, goofy self than he has been since December, but when we land in Boston a couple of days later and he still hasn’t heard from Camille’s aunt, I know he’s starting to get nervous again.

It isn’t until four days after we get home that the call finally comes. Chase and I are cuddling on the couch like we do every night these days—and yes, I’m the big spoon—when an unknown Boston number flashes on his screen.

Muting our movie, Chase puts the call on speakerphone.

“Hello?”

“May I please speak with Dr. Matthews?”

“This is him,” Chase answers, standing up and grabbing the phone. I know he needs to pace for this conversation.

“Dr. Matthews. My name is Dr. Sarah Kelley. I’m one of four department heads of the pediatric oncology division at Dana-Farber.”