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“You better stay quiet, little sub, or I’m going to stuff something in that sexy mouth of yours,” I growl. I’m getting close to my limit with her too. My cock is straining in my jeans. She pouts, and I unstrap her from the table. I help her up and move her to the sofa, where I push her to her knees. I pull the condom from my pocket and then drop my jeans. She keeps her eyes on floor, and I watch her body shiver when my feet enter her line of sight.
Gripping her braid, I tip her head back and push my cock toward her mouth. She opens and I fuck into her mouth over and over. Tears burst from her eyes because I’m pushing her, but I don’t stop. She needs this as much as I do. When I’m about to come, I pull back and lift her up. I position her on the sofa, hanging her body over the back, her knees on the cushion. With the condom on, I grab her braid and slam into her tight body.
“Yes, Sir!” she cries out, and I groan from being here again. I fuck into her over and over. When she’s there at the precipice again, I pull out and flip us around so I’m seated and she’s straddling my lap. She slides down my length and starts riding me. I bite her neck and drag my beard against her skin. I take a nipple into my mouth while squeezing the other.
“Come, Syn,” I order her, and she slams down on me again and again before she stops and throws her head back. I grip her small waist and move her a couple more times before I explode in the condom. I empty everything into it. She screams again before she falls to my chest. Both of us are out of breath. I lift her up to pinch off the condom and drop it into the trash next to the sofa. I move her so she’s sitting sideways on my lap, then I wrap around her body and hold her while she comes down. When she’s settled, I offer her the water I left by the sofa. After she takes small sips, her head falls back and she looks at me. Her beautiful, expressive hazel eyes watch me from behind her mask.
“Why do you push me?” Her voice is soft and drowsy sounding.
I stand and carry her to the satin covered bed. I lie down with her facing me and hold her.
“Sleep if you need to.”
“I can’t. I have to get back home.”
“Is there someone waiting for you?” I hate that I asked, but a piece of me needs to know.
“It’s just getting late, and I work tomorrow.” She moves away, not giving me the answer I need.
ChapterSix
EMERSYN
I’m moving through my office in frustration. I dial my mother’s number as I walk down the hallway to the elevator.
“Mom, I’m not going to make it again.”
In the month since Bas has been in hockey, I’ve missed every one of his games. He’s not upset. He tells me all the time he’s proud of me for helping other kids, but I know it has to hurt. It’s been a busy month between football and hockey both going strong and now cross country running. I’m one of the few pediatric orthopedic specialists in town. The others work with adults mostly but will help me so I’m not on call all the time.
I finally had a chance to make this scrimmage. It isn’t an official game, but still I planned to be there. And now I’m being paged to the ER.
“It’s okay, Emmy. There was a bad injury. It’s Bas’s friend. They called the scrimmage. After he showers, he wants to come to the hospital and check on him. Can he?”
“Sure. We can get dinner.” I don’t say why I’ve been delayed. I’ve been called in to consult. It could be this kid, but I don’t know yet.
I step onto the elevator and take it down to the first floor.
Trevor and I have been meeting up regularly every Tuesday night for the last month. I’ve never been so well taken care of sexually. He is constantly pushing me. He still won’t tell me why he does it, but I love it.
I step into the ER. Dr. Richards, my friend who helped me get this job, is still on paternity leave as his wife had their baby at the end of August. He will be back soon though. I approach the nurses’ station and observe Dr. McKay standing there looking at X-rays.
“What you got, Sawyer?” I step up and look at them with him.
“Hey, Emersyn, thanks for coming down. I’m not sure what we got here. It appears to be a possible MCL tear. Would you take a look?”
“Of course. Which room?” He points to a room across from where we’re standing. I grab the chart and head that way.
“Hello, Hayden Myer, I’m Dr. St. James.” I look up from the chart when I hear the gasps. “Oh, hello you.”
“You’re Bas’s mom,” two identical voices say, and I smile at them.
“I am. Tell me what happened.” I step over to the beautiful woman who looks too young to be their mother. “You must be Mrs. Myer. My son got in trouble with yours in August.”
“Oh, I’m not his mom. I’m Miss Myer. They’re my nephews. His dad and other brother should be here shortly.”
“Do you have medical consent?” I flip through the chart to look, and I see the consent on file.
“Yeah.”
