“Dammit, Flynn.” He flips the table beside his door, causing his personal effects to go flying. “Don’t you think I know that? I can’t control myself around you. So, yeah, that’s why I’m pissed.” He crowds me against the door and I inhale the scent of alcohol wafting off his breath. No wonder he’s all over the place. “You’re inside me, Flynn. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t even stop saying your name. Flynn. God, I love how it sounds. Sexy and unique, just like you.”
He kisses me and half of me wants to shove his drunken ass away, but my pussy is in control of my brain and rules my every action. I claw at him, wanting to scratch him, scar him. I want to draw blood and leave marks.
He wants it rough, he’s got it.
We’re savages, ravaging one another. I’ll feel him for days after this. He lifts me and slams me against the wall. My back will be bruised from the door and his fingers are sure to leave marks where he’s gripping my ass.
He slams into me once, twice, three times. I don’t know how long we’re at it; it could be seconds, minutes, days, but I’m lost in him and he loses himself in me, too. It’s harder than I’ve ever had it and it doesn’t take me long to get off on the aggressiveness.
Once I come back down to Earth and he stops being a huge fuckwad, we order Chinese food and curl up on his couch. I’m getting fully accustomed to my constant whiplash from being around Liam Whitmore. As he’s taking a bite of General Tso’s, I ask the question that I came here to get answered in the first place.
“How many patients are you fucking? Or, well, have you fucked?” I take a large bite of an eggroll while I wait for his anger to return.
“None, ever. Just like I told you before, the answer hasn’t changed.” He’s nonchalant and I want to push him.
“I’m really your first? In all the years you’ve been doing this, it’s never happened before?”
“You’re my first and last. Patient, I mean. That I’ve fucked. Or will fuck.” I think he’s still a little drunk. “You’re forgetting I was married before you came along. I’m not a cheater.”
Right, how could I forget the ex-wife? “That girl wanted to eat you alive today. Laura.” The way I mess up her name is intentional. “I think Hall & Oates wrote Maneater about her based on all the crazy in her eyes.”
He laughs at that. I’m sure the booze is keeping him loose. “You’re funny when you actually open yourself up.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I see how you are with your mom and your friends. It’s like night and day, two different people. You’re not just a closed off bitch, there’s an actual person under there. I mean, no offense, just an observation.”
I laugh because he’s right. “Gee, thanks. What other brilliant observations about me have you made?”
He looks down for a second, fiddling with something. His brows furrow in thought before a glimmer appears in his eyes. “Your erotic ideas often become exciting new adventures.”
I almost spit out my water. “What?”
He lifts a sliver of white paper. “Fortune cookie. It actually says exotic ideas, but I paraphrased. Still true.” He winks.
I throw my unopened cookie at him. “So what’s mine say?”
“Every exit is an entrance to new experiences.” He cackles and smirks. “I think that means it’s time for anal.”
“Did we order the X-rated cookies or something?”
“I’ll show you X-rated.” He lunges for me, almost dumping food all over the couch. As he tugs my leg, pulling me down against the couch, my phone rings. I reach for it on the coffee table and he lets me go, likely after taking in my confused expression.
It’s Olivia, my brother’s fiancée. That’s weird. She wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I answer the call. “Hello?”
“Hey, Flynn. It’s Olivia.” Her voice is chipper, albeit cautious.
“I know. I have caller ID.”
“Oh, haha, right.” I roll my eyes. “I’m calling because my bachelorette party is next weekend and I wanted to see if you were coming. Carson will be there, so you’ll know someone other than me.” As if I need my sister or future sister-in-law to save me.
“Really, your bachelorette party? Already? Isn’t the wedding, like, weeks away?” Liam massages my foot as Liv talks my ear off about her plans.
“Will there be strippers?” Liam asks and I try to cover the speakers on my phone, but it’s too late.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry, are you busy? I’ll just, uh, text you later. Bye!” she hangs up before I can get another word in.
“Great. Now she’ll tell my brother and sister and probably my mom that I was with a guy. My mom will start asking questions, you know.”
“So, tell her you’re seeing someone.”
“Is that the truth?” I ask, my heart thumping a million beats per minute in my chest.
“Isn’t it?” I like when he challenges me.
“But then she’ll expect to meet him and that he’ll be my date to the wedding. I sure as shit can’t bring you home to meet her. She already knows you. As my therapist.”
“Something tells me you never did what your mom wanted anyway.” I know he’s my doctor and it’s his job, but the man really does get me.
My mother is thrilled, not only to hear I’m dating someone, but also that Olivia invited me to her bachelorette party. She believes therapy has suddenly turned over a new leaf for me and now I want to spend time with my family. She’s wrong, but for once
