She laughs, then her eyes flicker and she lunges for my mouth, starts fucking me harder.
Holy shit!
What is she trying to do?
Make what I just said a reality?
She feels so good.
I’m closer than I should be.
Have to stop. Have to. Must…
“Fuck!” I roar, grabbing her hips, pulling out, scooting backward and wincing because something just sliced the skin on my right cheek. I’m stroking myself, shooting everything, that pain mixed with this pleasure. My attending is watching me lose myself, her eyes narrowed with lust. Some women love to watch a man lose control—and of course she has turned out to be one of those. “My lab coat. Grab the tissue.”
“Get it yourself,” she smirks, standing up and looking so hot I have to stare.
Those thighs, I want to lose myself between them for days.
Chuckling, I rise and walk to get something to clean off with.
“Caden!”
Looking over my shoulder I see the horror in her eyes, and flick a glance back to the floor she’s pointing at. A bloody nail is sticking out from the ripped flooring. Yup, I’m bloody, too.
On a smirk I joke, “Looks like I need a doctor. Know any?”
Reaching for her abandoned pants, she shakes her head. “We can’t let someone treat you for that. It has to be me. You’ll need a tetanus shot.”
“Let Janet prick me. It’ll make her month.”
We lock eyes and her shoulders relax. “You’re hilarious.”
Cleaning myself up, I laugh under my breath, “I know.”
“I’ll meet you down there,” she mutters, lost in thought. “That nail is dirty. Hurry up.”
“Myers, I can shoot up my own shoulder. You think I don’t know how?”
She blinks at me, and a smile spreads. “Right. What am I thinking?”
I know what I’m thinking.
She cares about me.
CHAPTER 22
C ADEN
Dev finds me in one of the empty rooms because I forgot to close the door all the way.
He hisses, “What are you doing with that needle?” swatting at it.
I dodge him with a slight bend. “Calm down. It’s a tetanus shot.” I turn to show him the cut. Stabbing myself in the ass I wince and nod with appreciation. “Huh…turns out that’s more painful than it looks.”
Dev inspects the slice on my bare cheek, pants tugged around my thighs, boxer briefs only down on one side in case someone walked in—like just now. “What the fuck, man?”
“Sat on a nail.”
“Where?”
Pointing to my butt, I cock an eyebrow.
“I meant, where the hell is there a nail and how do I avoid that chair?”
I come up with the obvious lie—a half-truth. “I went up to the floor where they’re doing the remodel, to work out with no one around, do push-ups on my break. I sat back and bam. Got nailed.”
He grins at the pun.
If only he knew how deep that pun went.
“You’ve gotta get stitched up, man.”
“You wanna do it?”
“Can I?”
Chuckling, I motion to the locked cabinets where basic things are kept like needles, gauze, thread, ointments. “Knock yourself out.”
He digs around, produces his preferred materials. “We had an appendix almost burst an hour ago. That was fun. It was a grown woman. She thought the pains were her period, but then it got to be strangely intense.” He locks eyes with me, unraveling dissolvable thread. “I’m guessing you don’t want metal sutures. This will dissolve naturally.” I roll my eyes, and he pauses. “Oh, you know that. Of course you know that!” He motions for me to pull down the cotton again. “I’m used to talking to patients.”
“Do you talk this much to patients?”
Snatching up a tube of ointment he meets my eyes. “Did you clean it? Doesn’t look like it.”
“I was about to. I’ll do that part. Don’t get excited.”
Dev snort-laughs as I begin cleaning out my wound, twisting around and pulling up the skin above it so I can see what I’m working with.
“Nasty cut,” he notes.
“Hurts like a motherfucker, too. Especially after that damn shot.”
“Why didn’t you do your shoulder like you’re supposed to?”
“Can do either, and I need my arms for work. Don’t need my ass except for you to kiss it.”
Another snort-laugh as he bends to sew me up. “Here’s my chance.”
“I dare you.”
He glances up to my fist and snorts one last time. The door opens and Janet walks in. Or starts to. She pauses, eyes widening, lips flattening. “What the…?”
Neither Dev nor I react as if this circumstance is peculiar in any way. I keep my face casually cool for the fun of confusing her, but Dev is all business and will not blink until he’s completed his best work.
“Hey Janet,” I greet her. “Come looking for me?”
“What are you doing?!”
“What does it look like?”
She blinks away from my butt like it’s the most grotesque thing she’s witnessed. Ever. And I happen to know I have a very nice ass. But I won’t bring that up. Sexual harassment in the workplace, and all.
Ironic, coming from me after how I acquired this tender slice.
“How did you…never mind!”
She dashes out and I start laughing.
“Shh! Don’t move! I’m almost done.”
Stilling myself I watch him complete his masterpiece. Dev backs away like it’s the next Rodin sculpture. “You’re gonna thank me, Caden. That cheek is going to heal like untouched baby skin.” He blinks. “How come you don’t have hair on your butt? I have a fuzzy butt!”
Taping gauze into place I give him a sympathetic look. “You could always wax.”
“Do you?”
“No.”
Cleaning up, he mutters, “So not fair.”
I reach for the white coat and slide my arms in, before I button my pants. Not looking forward to how these are going to feel. Sucking it up, I adjust my backside and cluck my tongue, deciding as the zipper slides into place.
The sensation is not ideal, but I can deal with the pain.
Because
