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Doc plucks me off the couch, dropping the cup onto the side table with a thud as he carries me into the bedroom without a word.
“What are you doing?” I ask cautiously. He’s usually so gentle with me, so I’m not used to this side of him, and I’m not exactly sure how to approach him.
He throws me into the center of the bed and immediately reaches for my sweater, which he rips over my head without bothering to answer my question.
I wrap my arms around my bare chest as soon as he uncovers it, feeling more self-conscious than I normally do with him, but then again, I’m not normally as bloated and disgusting as I am right now.
He growls and pulls my hands away, his eyes feasting on the bare skin. “Don’t hide from me, spitfire.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“No,” he snaps, gripping my sweatpants around the waist and he makes quick work of tossing them across the room.
“Doc,” I warn. “I can’t do this right now.”
His eyes darken, and if I hadn’t spent every night for almost a month in his arms, the look that comes over his face might scare me. “I need you,” he grows.
I open my mouth to argue as he reaches for my panties, and I quickly scramble to the other side of the bed. Realistically I know he’s a doctor and that talking to him about something like my period shouldn’t be such a big deal, but I’ve never spoken to a man about it before, and since he’s the man who wakes me up more mornings than not with his tongue buried inside me, he’s not exactly the one I want to start with.
“Doc,” I pant as he rounds the bed. He’s like a wild animal stalking his prey, and I’m afraid the more I run from him, the more it’ll make him want to chase me. “I have my period,” I blurt out. “We have to put a hold on all extracurricular activities for a few days.” There. That wasn’t so hard.
A dark smile tips up the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t stop his pursuit. If anything, he becomes more relentless in his movements.
I spring from the bed, moving as quickly as I can toward the bathroom, hoping the door will be enough to protect me from whatever has possessed him. But he’s quicker than I am and wraps both arms around me before my feet even hit the tiles.
“The more you run, spitfire, the more I want to chase you,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, immediately before he bites down on the lobe.
“Doc, please,” I plead.
“No,” he snaps. “You will not keep yourself from me. I don’t give a fuck about your period. I need to be inside you.”
My lips part, but no words come out. Is he being for real? Again, I understand he’s a doctor, but surely the blood should be an immediate no.
“The next words out of your mouth better be, ‘yes, Doc,’ followed by you allowing me to finish undressing you, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“You can’t punish me for that!” I cry out, pushing at his hold on me as if it’s going to make any difference. It won’t. Not when he’s so much bigger than I am and about a million times stronger, but it’s worth a shot. “I’m not comfortable with this. Please.”
He huffs out a sigh and carries my flailing body into the bathroom. With ease, he props me up in one arm and locks the door before stepping into the shower and starting it with him fully dressed and me still in my underwear.
The freezing cold water tears a startled scream from my throat, but Doc seems totally unaffected by the icy droplets that hit us both.
“What the hell?”
“You’re not comfortable with me fucking you while you’re bleeding, and I’m not willing to not fuck you, so this is the compromise.” He shrugs as he shucks his wet jeans and kicks them outside the shower along with his soggy shoes.
What the fuck has gotten into him?
I sigh and drop my head into my hands, the frustration bringing tears to my eyes. I fucking hate being an angry crier, but right now I can’t help the tears that fall down my cheeks.
The sight of them makes him pause. Maybe I should have started crying in the first place. It would have been easier than whatever the hell we’ve just done.
“Why are you crying?” He softens his voice slightly.
“Because you’re so frustrating,” I snap but I can’t stop the tears now that they’ve started. Stupid hormones are making me extra emotional.
His eyes narrow, but rather than snapping back at me, he pulls me into his warm embrace, holding me tight against his chest for long minutes as the water beats down on us. At least it’s warm now, otherwise I’d be well on my way to hypothermia.
“Talk to me,” I whisper.
