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“She’smypatient now, Harrison.” Dr. Walters reminds him waspishly when Brooks makes his third noise of disapproval in the space of about sixty seconds. Holding out her hand, she helps me sit up. “Well, Delta, apart from having a pain-in-the-ass husband, I’d say you’re looking good.”
“Boyfriend.” I correct her, even though my belly flips at the thought.
Dr. Walters raises her eyebrows at Brooks. “You said she was your wife, Harrison.”
Brooks blinks at her innocently. “Did I?”
Apparently deciding not to engage, Dr. Walters leans casually back against the counter in the corner. “So, your pain is manageable, and it’s been how long since your last injection again?”
“About six weeks.” Brooks replies.
She hums thoughtfully. “I do think we’re in the watch and wait stage, then. We’ll continue with your inflammation management, which should keep you relatively pain free so long as you’re not working out full time. Any plans to return to snowboarding?”
I think of my stuff all boxed up in Brooks’ storage unit and shake my head. “Maybe for fun with my brothers, but no professional training, no.”
Dr. Walters nods approvingly before turning to Brooks. “Thoughts, Harrison? Since I’m sure you have them.”
Brooks sighs, his doctor frown in place. “I think she’s right, Delta. Your pain is manageable, your condition isn’t deteriorating, I do think surgery is inevitable but if you keep up with your physical therapy there’s no reason it can’t be put off for a few years at least.”
My heart soars and I reach out to take Brooks’ hand, unable to contain my smile. “No surgery?”
The two surgeons in the room nod decisively and Brooks confirms, the corners of his eyes creasing. “No surgery.”
****
We barely make it home.
The moment we get in the car outside Dr. Walter’s office I squeal, lunging over the center console to shower kisses over Brooks’ smiling cheek. “Are you happy?” He laughs, putting the car in drive and reaching over to squeeze my thigh.
I nod, beaming at him. I’d been so nervous before this appointment, terrified Dr. Walters would tell me that I’d need major surgery or would need to put my life on pause for a while longer.
I won’t have to though. My body, my life, they’re all mine, and I know the first thing I want to do with them. As usual, Brooks must be able to read my mind because his hand tightens on mythigh. “Do you want to get lunch?” His voice is trained, like he’s forcing himself to do the right thing and not pull over to the side of the road and give me what we’ve both wanted for weeks now.
I shake my head and his hand moves up, cupping my throbbing pussy through my leggings. The material is thin enough that he must be able to feel the wetness spreading onto my inner thighs. He hisses, rubbing me teasingly. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Such a needy little thing. Do you want my tongue, my fingers, or my cock?”
Whimpering, I arch my back, spreading my legs as I try to increase the pressure against my pussy. Brooks gives a little slap firmly over my throbbing clit and I hiss, gazing over at him with wide eyes.
His free hand is gripping the wheel and he’s staring determinately forward at the road. “I asked you a question, Delta.” He spanks my pussy again.
I whimper. “I want your cock, Brooks. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He grunts his approval, resuming the slow, measured strokes over the seam of my pants. My head drops back against the headrest and my eyes flutter shut, rolling my hips into his fingers.
We’re on a public street. Anyone who looked into our car too long would notice Brooks’ muscular arm stretched over into my lap and my head thrown back in pleasure, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“That’s it. Don’t be shy.” Brooks’ quiet praise makes me shudder and quake in my seat, arching against the seatbelt desperately. “Let’s get that tight little pussy ready for me.”
Holy shit. My eyes snap open when Brooks pulls his hand away for a fraction of a second, only to be rewarded when he shoves it beneath my leggings and panties, coming in direct contact with my swollen and wet center.
We groan in unison.
Not wasting another second, Brooks pushes two fingers into me roughly and it’s all I need to send me over the edge.
I cum, bucking and gasping, more slick wetness flooding over Brooks’ hand just as he turns the steering wheel into the driveway. He turns and looks over at me when the car stops, jaw tight and eyes dark. “Get in the house, Delta.”
Even though we haven’t had sex yet, I’ve learned that Brooksreallylikes being in charge, and that Ireally reallylike it when he is.
My hand fumbles for my seatbelt and I wrench the door open. Brooks is around to my side in a flash, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me securely to his side as we walk quickly toward the house.
