He’s Mr. Serious as he kneads my flesh, a scowl painting his handsome face. It hurts but he gave me another pill after lunch. I’m embarrassed and infuriated that he’s feeding my pills to me as prescribed but I also realize how necessary it is. I’d let myself get out of control. Even I can admit that. Not that I like it one bit at all though.
“You’re swollen.”
I’m always swollen. “Yep.”
“Your skin is hot to the touch too. Are you feeling okay? Feverish?”
I don’t feel well but then again, I never do. “I’m fine.”
His jaw clenches as his fingers dig deep into my skin. I cry out, my back arching off the table, and burst into tears. He jerks his hand back and then his mouth is kissing the soreness. Once I’ve calmed, I stroke his hair and let out a ragged sigh. “Are you sure you want to be with someone like me?”
He lifts his head and his gaze is predatory. Feral and pissed. “Don’t ever insult me again,” he snaps. “Ever.”
I roll my eyes but I can’t help but smile. He’s being an ass about it but I read through it to get to the compliment. I’m worthy. That’s what shines through. Me. Worthy of a guy like him.
Business mode is back on as he attacks the sore spot. Again, fire blasts through me so hard I think I’ll vomit. He backs off and his eyes dart all over me. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make a call to a buddy of mine from college.”
Random.
After a quick kiss to my lips, he bolts. As soon as he’s gone, I decide I’ll go take a hot bath to ease some of the pain. I can walk without my cane, just not that well. Carefully, I stand and begin hobbling toward the bathroom. Slow, measured movements. Pain sears down my leg with every step. I don’t understand how I’ve gotten so much worse the past week. Maybe I’m just feeling what it is to not be doped up as much as I’m used to.
A bizarre numbing sensation blasts through me and my leg gives out. It gives out completely sending me hurtling to the tile floor in the bathroom. My arms flail to stop myself from crashing but I don’t make contact with anything. I manage to grab the towel rack but it comes out of the wall seconds before my head hits the toilet with a pop. The rest of my body smashes into the floor on my hip. Pain, so explosive and violent, causes me to pass out.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I blink my eyes open to the panicked masculine voice. When I find focus, hard navy blue eyes are staring down at me. Fear flashes in them.
“Thank fuck,” he bellows as he holds me against his chest. He’s rocking me against him as he strokes my hair. “I shouldn’t have tried to detox you from that shit, goddammit.”
As much as I could use this moment to get my drugs back, I don’t. My throat feels parched but I croak out some words anyway. “It wasn’t the pills.”
He frowns and kisses my mouth. “What happened?”
A wave of nausea ripples through me and I close my eyes. “I don’t know. My leg gave out. Felt like it went numb and then I was crashing.”
I try to sit up and the pain explodes through me where I fell. Bile creeps up my throat and the room spins. I’m weak. So weak.
“I’m taking you to the hospital. Something is wrong.”
I shake my head. “I’ll be fine. I go through spells. This is just a spell. Dr. White said he’d have word back for me later in the week regarding my results. I can wait until then. Just get me some ibuprofen and we’re good.”
He glares as if his fire gaze will make me change my mind. I glare right back.
“Fine,” he huffs. He’s pissed.
I smile and touch his handsome scruffy face. “Fine.”
“Rowe,” Coach Long barks. “Get off your ass and go help Mathis.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes. I want to be irritated that Drew set this whole thing up for me to help Coach deal with injuries but I’m not. I’d actually been excited when he told me over dinner with my sister and her husband.
The pain is less today than it was on Saturday but it still hurts. I haven’t seen Brody or Curtis at school today either. I’m not sure what happened. Guilt gnaws at me. They were fucked up. I’m not sure they meant any real harm. Drew vehemently thinks otherwise.
The new cane Drew got me is just like my other one. Black. Simple. But it gets the job done. With a pack full of supplies, I limp out onto the football field where Coach Denison is barking at a couple of guys I know playing lacrosse. When I glance back at Coach, he’s already got his back turned yelling at someone doing hurdles. From the grass on the sidelines, Jaime Mathis pouts, his black hair a mess on top of his head and sticking up in every direction.
“Let’s see it,” I say with a groan as I get to my knees beside him.
Gingerly, he pulls off his left cleat and begins peeling away his sock. As soon as I see his ankle, I know it’s sprained. Swelling has started and a faint purple hue is already forming.
“It’s fine,” he grumbles. “Tell Coach D it’s fine.”
I glance up at Coach Denison to see him watching with narrowed eyes. Jaime is their star. He runs like the wind and is graceful on the field. It makes him swift and unstoppable.
I take his foot in my hand and feel the bones. Nothing feels broken. Drew teased me about my anatomy book but it’s something I am obsessed with. Once I got hurt in softball, I did an insane amount of research in sports medicine to try and find ways to heal up. That research evolved into learning other things. It’s definitely interesting to me.
“I’m going to wrap it but you should sit out. If you keep going, you’ll cause unnecessary stress on the joint.” Our eyes meet and defiance flickers in his gaze.
“I said I’ll be fine.”
I apply pressure to his sore ankle causing him to hiss. “No, you won’t. Let me do my job.”
When he gives me a clipped nod, I set to wrapping his foot. I offer him an encouraging smile. “If you can stay off it for the rest of the week, you should be fine to play in Saturday’s game.” A wave of dizziness washes over me and I blink it away. “If it worsens by this time tomorrow, you should go to your doctor to make sure it isn’t fracture—”
A cloud of darkness swarms around me. I feel as though I’m spinning before I black out completely.
“Soph!”
I jerk my eyes open to see a panicked Jaime staring down at me. He’s holding me across his lap, his brown eyes flickering with worry. “W-What happened?”
“I think you fainted. It’s hot. Maybe you should get some water,” he urges.
My nerves feel like they are zinging with electricity. “I will. As soon as I catch my breath.”
He nods but his lips are pursed together in a frown. It isn’t until Coach Long yells from across the field that I jerk out of my stupor.
“You’re not here to make out with the lacrosse team, Rowe! You’re here to work!”
Jaime shoots him a glare before helping me to a sitting position. “Tell him you’re sick,” he says, his tone urgent. “Jesus, you’re pale.”
I swallow down the bile in my throat and shake my head. “I’m just hot.” And detoxing. “I’ll be fine. Please don’t tell anyone I fainted on you,” I beg.
“Soph…”
“I’m fine.”
He stares at me for a beat longer before he nods his concession. “Be careful and rest.”
I feel bad because he’s the injured one and is helping me back to my feet. He favors his good leg but is still much stronger than I am as he hefts me upright. Once I have my cane in hand, he tosses my supplies back into my pack and helps me put it on over my shoulder.
“Thank you.”
He nods. “Take care of yourself, Rowe.”
“They hate me,” I groan as I inventory medical supplies that were just delivered to Drew’s office. It’s been three days since my fainting spell. I’d like to say I’ve felt better but it’s more of the same. Dizziness and waves of nausea. Weakness in my leg. Lots and lots of pain.
“They don’t hate you,” he murmurs, his fingers tapping away furiously on his computer. “They’re scared of you.”
At this, I snort. When he told me he had an intern position at his clinic just for me every day after my time with Coach Long, I was secretly thrilled. Not only do I get to see him, but I get to learn some really cool stuff. The only downside is that I’ve made half his staff cry in the past. The other half hates me by default.
“Spend the night with me tonight,” he demands, never looking up from his screen.
I smirk. God, he’s so hot when he’s being an asshole. Today he wears a black polo that looks sharp against his tanned skin. His dark hair is tousled and sexy. Those full lips tugged in a smug half-grin.
“Dad might get mad,” I taunt. I like watching the vein in his temple throb. “Can you imagine what he’d do if he knew Drew Hamilton, the sexy physical therapist, was fucking his teenage daughter? You think he’d torture you first before he killed you?”
He picks up a foam football sitting on his desk and throws it at me. I duck and it hits the wall behind me. “He’ll get the fuck over it,” he says with a huff.
“Oooh,” I tease, “we have ourselves a badass here.”
“Get to work, little girl. I’m not paying you to stand around and be a smartass.”
I laugh and meet his heated gaze that’s now on me. “You’re not paying me. I’m an intern. Free.”
His brow arches. “I was going to pay you with my tongue.”
Heat floods through me. “Is that so? Maybe you should pay me right now.”
“Right now?” His voice is husky. “Is that a dare?”
I bite my lip and nod. “I dare you.”
Abruptly, he rises from the chair sending it rolling back into his credenza. “Lock the door,” he barks.
I gape at him wide eyed. “I was kidding.”
“And I’m not. Lock the door, baby.”
His endearment warms me to the point I willingly obey. Once the door is locked and my back is to it, he prowls for me. He’s the wolf and I’m the bunny caught in a trap. I want him to bite me.
“Take off your jeans.”
“Bossy.”
“Take off the fucking jeans before I get my scissors over there and cut them to shreds.” His glare means business. Those threats don’t scare me though. My panties are wet for him. Always.
“You might have to help me,” I murmur. I wince at how weak I sound. I’d meant to spin it sexy but it came out as desperate.
His hard gaze softens as he reaches for the button on my jeans. He doesn’t give me shit for my plea. Despite his gruff exterior, Drew cares about me and my well-being. Without effort, he plucks the button and unzips my jeans.
“Are your panties soaked, Soph?” His voice is liquid lust as his words trickle over me. I let out a moan when his mouth finds my neck and he licks me to my earlobe. Then he bites me just like I wanted. “I bet they’re so wet you could mop the floors with them. What do you think, baby? Should I smear your scent all over my office?”
“Dirty…”
“I can think of a thousand other dirtier things to do with your drenched panties.” His palm roves up my front to my breast and he squeezes it with his hand. “I love these tits.”
I tilt my head up at the ceiling and a hiss of breath escapes me when he gently pushes my jeans down my thighs. Quickly, he plucks off my tennis shoes and takes my jeans off completely. I’m left standing in my shirt, panties, and socks. His navy eyes flicker with hunger as he scans my body.
“You don’t have to do this,” I squeak out, suddenly nervous. Drew and I have had sex several times in the past week. His fingers have been everywhere. But his tongue? He hasn’t used that yet. Not there.
“Quiet, Crybaby. I’m going to eat your pussy and you’re going to like it.”
Well then.
I whimper when his palms slide up my thighs and his thumbs brush against my sex over the silk. If my panties weren’t drenched before, they sure as hell are now. He hooks a finger inside the fabric and pulls it away from my body.
“Goddamn, Soph, you’re wet as fuck.” He’s not even that quiet and some of his staff are still here.
His eyes are fire and need, blazing out of control. With an almost furious edge, he jerks my panties down to my knees. He stops long enough to run his fingertips along the wetness inside. I groan when he brings it to his mouth and sucks.
“Sweet, sweet girl.”
I bite my lip and try to slow my breathing. It’s out of control. The hunger flashing in his eyes has me wanting to lie down on a table and offer myself to him so he can devour me any way he sees fit.
My panties hit the floor and then he’s easing my good leg over his shoulder. His hot breath tickles as he speaks. “I’m going to do this with just my mouth.”
I frown in confusion as his strong, powerful hands grip my sides. He pushes me up the door slightly and nods his head at my bad leg. I ease that thigh over his shoulder too. With his body and his hands, he holds me up.
“How are you going to do this—”
His hot tongue running along my slit chases the words right out of my throat. Intense pleasure cleaves its way through me, one delicious hack after another. My fingers grip at his hair and I take joy in messing up the perfection. Drew is ravenous and devours me. Teeth nip at my most sensitive parts. His rough, hot tongue soothes away the pain. He sucks. He bites. He teases. My body’s reaction is noticeable because now as he laps at me, it’s noisier and wetter. Licking up my juices. It’s driving me insane with desire. The sounds. The sensations. The madness. His tongue spears inside me and I choke on the bliss. Waves of pleasure shudder through me. I don’t know if I can take anymore. It’s too much.
And then the fucker bites hard on my clit.
I scream—a pained wail—but then he’s sucking it all away. I’m dizzied and weak against his beautiful assault with his mouth. I want more. I can’t take anymore. Too much. Not enough. With another garbled sound, I come hard and without apology. My thighs clench around him as my orgasm tremors through me.
As soon as I come down from my high, he eases my legs off his shoulders and then he’s carrying me over to his desk. My hard work gets swept onto the floor with a clatter. People are going to know what we’re doing in here. That we’re together. That we’re fucking.
“Drew,” Johnna’s voice is meek on the other side of the door.
“Not now,” he bellows.
“But—”
“Not. Now.”
He lays me on my back and positions my feet on the edge of the desk so I’m open and waiting for his cock. It takes him a second to free his monster cock from his slacks but the moment it’s in his hand, he’s pushing inside me without warning. Wide—God does he ever stretch me wide. I accept every long thick inch of his perfect cock.
The feral glint in his blue eyes reminds me of an animal staking claim on his mate. It turns my insides to mush. I like being the object of his innermost desires and affections.
“Mine,” is all he grunts as he thrusts into me.
His thundering isn’t soft, it’s brutal. Often, he’s gentle with me but right now he’s lost his head to the moment. Pound after pound, he owns me with his cock until another orgasm is lazily teasing at me, just begging to be released into the wild. I don’t think I’ll come again but the way his head is tipped back and baring his Adam’s apple as he groans has my pussy clenching in response.
Drew is hot.
So hot, he scalds and boils and burns.
Every time he touches me, I’m incinerated.
All it takes is one brush of his thumb along my sensitive clit and I’m a goner. Ecstasy obliterates me from the inside out. I must be screaming because his palm slaps over my mouth. His eyes are lost—my handsome man has turned animal. He bucks into me until his eyes close. Heat surges inside of me, coating every part of me with his seed.
The incessant banging on his door drags him from his moment of absolute loss of control. He blinks away his haze before flashing a panicked look my way. I sit up on my elbows so that our faces are close.
“You’re Drew Hamilton. Afraid of nothing,” I murmur.
Darkness dims his irises from navy to a blue black. “Nothing.”
Our mouths meet for a quick kiss that tastes like me and insanity. Delicious.
Someone pounds on the door again and we both tense.
“Better answer the door, badass,” I taunt and lick away the remnants of him from my lips.
He slides his cock out of my body and his cum runs out with it soaking the desk. I bite my lip and stare boldly at his dick that’s at half-mast and dripping with cum. If we weren’t about to get in very big trouble for what we just did, I’d suck it all off him.
“Drew,” a deep voice barks. “Open this damn door before I kick it in.”
“Fuck,” Drew mutters. “Why is your dad here?”