head?”
“Hard.”
“Hmmm…lucky for me and you. I might get a little pissed if I was in surgery on a Saturday.”
“I don’t blame you, neighbor,” she chirped. “I’m pissed at me too.”
He pulled out a few metal instruments and poked around on her body. He looked into her eyes with a bright light and then sat down next to her.
“You look better. Are you feeling okay, all things considered?”
“Never felt better,” she said. She wasn’t one to complain anyway.
Doctor Davis took a deep breath and let his words tumble out as he exhaled. “Peyton, I read your chart before we conducted a full examination. I think there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Kane walked in and sat down in the rocking chair. He acted like he had a right to be there.
“Kane, can you give us a minute?” Doc Davis asked.
“Kane, the doctor wants to talk to me about something private,” she smugly advised.
Without missing a beat, Kane strolled across the room, shut the bedroom door, took a few strides back to his chair and sat down again.
The doc patted her arm. “We can talk about this later.”
“I overheard your nurses.” Kane’s face remained tense, just like it had been at the hospital and his eyes were cold with determination. “And you’re probably going to suggest birth control. I think it’s a good idea.”
“Why you…” Peyton sat up on her elbows and glared at him. “You have some nerve acting like you know what he’s going to talk to me about.”
“Doc?” Kane ignored her.
He took a deep breath. “Peyton, I don’t have to say anything you don’t want me to say in front of him.”
“Then zip it. Get out, Kane.” As if her arm was on auto-sling, she pointed toward the door.
“Nope, can’t do it.” He went to the window. “I heard your nurses discussing her chart. They said something about the last physical she had was six months ago. Evidently, uh, they noticed about her uh…and uh…well, six months ago she was a virgin. The reason she’s not now is because of-”
“Get…out.”
“No.” He turned back to the doctor and let it rip. His cold eyes lit up with a little amusement, and his jaw set with more determination than she’d ever witnessed before. “She’s mad at me right now. She’ll get over it, I imagine. She’s not a virgin because of me, and since she’s damn sure going to be back in my bed the second she’s able, I’d say she needs to be on some kind of pill or maybe a shot or something.”
“You’ve got some nerve, Kane Cartwell.” She seethed and her breathing pattern proved it. One minute she was breathing in and out of her nose, and then next she was huffing and puffing for air, gulping at it anyway she could get it.
“Tell you what.” The doctor looked like he just didn’t want in this particular discussion. “You two work out your differences and Monday, why don’t you stop by and see me, Peyton?”
“I don’t need birth control.”
“She’ll be there,” Kane said.
“I’ll call you,” she said. “Thank you for stopping by to see me.”
“Don’t mention it.” He placed his hand on hers and then pulled out a small business card. “Here’s my card, I’ll leave it on the nightstand here. If you have any problems, dizziness, blurred vision, that sort of thing, call me and I’ll come right over.”
“Thank you, I will.” She tried to act gracious, but right now it teetered along with the impossible. She wanted to kill one arrogant man.
“Walk him to the door, Kane, and show him out.”
“Sure, babe.” He glanced back at her and winked before they started for the stairs.
Oh no! He did not call her ‘babe’ in front of their doctor.
She whirled a pillow at the door and barely missed Evan and Braden. “Whoa, now, what’s wrong?”
“I’m mad! Damn mad! Kane called me girlfriend names!”
“You think you’re mad?” Braden just kept right on walking.
Oops, so she forgot about Quizzard. Right now, Braden probably didn’t care if smoke puffed out of her ears. He might stay ticked off for a few days over her stunt, and she didn’t even want to think about the hospital bill.
“What’s wrong, Peyton?” Evan stepped into the room with a wanton look on his face. It was one of those looks that made a girl want to kiss a guy right then just to see if he tasted as good as he looked.
“Your brother!”
“What about him?” Evan asked.
“He told the doctor that we were…you know.”
“No, I don’t know so you tell me.”
Kane reappeared. “I told him I was fucking her, and she needed to be on the pill because I didn’t plan to stop.”
“Oh shit. He’s back.” She fell against the pillows, propping against the headboard. She kept her arms extended at her sides and stared at the ceiling.
Evan laughed, “Play dead. He likes to role play.”
“Eww! You’re as sick as he is!”
“No, not quite, Peyton. I like my women fighting for cock, not restrained because they want it.”
Kane smirked. “Get off on it, don’t ‘cha?”
“Not yet, but I bet I will. I’m just glad you made the first move. Peyton here will never know what hit her when I put a little ball gag in her mouth and spank her into an orgasm I plan to drink right in.”
Evan’s dark eyes heated her to the bone quick but those kinds of promises made her hot in all the right places. Twat and nipples, a woman had to love a guy who made her cream without the first physical touch.
“One of you go get Braden, please. I don’t feel like this discussion is going anywhere, and I’m not feeling well.” What a tale! It took her places she couldn’t wait to go with the Cartwells.
Kane sat down on one side of the bed and Evan on the other.
“You’re not clammy,” Evan said after he touched her forehead.
“No, it’s not fever. It’s something else.”
Kane narrowed his eyes on her. “And you want Braden? Even though Braden is ready to kick your tail to Kansas and back, you still want me to go get him?”
“Exactly,” she said as she set her jaw. “Imagine, a woman like me, calling for your big brother. What on earth will you do?” She placed her finger at her jaw and then jerked. “Ah-ha! I have an idea. Call Francine. She can take care of any man’s needs.”
“In his defense, I don’t think he wants anything to do with Francine.”
“What do you know, Evan?”
“I know if he did, he’d be there now. Evidently, you’ve given him a few good reasons to stay away.”
“Oh, I guess she has a revolving door, one with his name on it. Does she have one for you too, perhaps the backdoor?” she purred. “If so, then where is Braden in all of this?”
Kane sneered. “Waiting to sink right in one tight tunnel, I imagine.”
He understood how to verbally go for the lower punch. “Screw you, Kane.”
“Kane, try to remember they pumped her full of morphine during her stay at the hospital. Don’t hold anything she says against her. If you do, wait a few days before you spank her. You’ll want it to hurt when you pop her precious behind. Right now, she’s feeling no pain.”
Evan grinned, rubbed his chin, and addressed Peyton. “One of these days, Peyton, I’m going to give you a good dose of something so stout, you’ll know better than to ask me something stupid about Francine. Yeah, pretty soon, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Why postpone it? Kane didn’t and then he couldn’t wait to head back to a woman who knows how to handle his dark desires, right Kane?”
He grunted and started to say something but Braden interrupted. “What’s the topic of conversation in here?”
“Wanna know? Come join us. Pull up a chair, stay awhile. It’s time we chatted.” Peyton shifted her weight and with a dramatic effort fluffed her pillows and threw a few more behind her.
