Two
I found the break room easily. The supplies for the coffee pot were neatly stacked in the first cabinet I looked in. I started a pot brewing then got down a couple mugs from the next cabinet.
One mug read, Coffee, because dogs don’t hit snooze, while the other said, Dogs are God’s way of apologizing for your relatives. I chuckled, knowing immediately that was Jiji’s mug. Once the pot finished dripping, I filled the two mugs, added creamer and two sugars for Jiji then a splash of milk for mine.
Carrying the mugs, I went back into the exam room where Jiji was settling the cat on some towels on the table. I put her mug down on the counter then straddled the stool, sipping the strong brew as I watched her work.
She clipped the two images she took to a lightbox above the exam table then brought up some stuff on the computer screen that was sitting on the counter. She absently picked up the mug, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
“Mmm,” she said. “Nectar of the Gods.” She smiled at me. “Just the way I like it, light and sweet. Thanks, Breech.” Her tongue came out to swipe across her upper lip as she absently stared at the images in front of her. I was instantly hard, damn, but she got to me.
“Shit, I wish Sandra would get here,” she said without looking away from the screen. I got up to look over her shoulder, but I had no idea what I was looking at, which I said out loud. She looked at me over the rim of her cup.
“What do you see, doll?”
“You have to come close to the screen to see it, Breech.”
Rolling the stool over to her, I pulled her down on my lap so we could both see the screen. Wide-eyed, she started to say something, but I distracted her with a question. “What bothers you about this image?”
It worked; she pointed to the screen. “Do you see this area of darkness? It’s actually air that is trapped under her skin. She has so many puncture wounds that air is getting inside her; if it can’t escape it turns to gas, which is making her sicker. This area here is her trachea; it is black because it’s full of air, as it should be. This area right below it is also black, which tells me there is a possibility there is a leak there.”
Taking my hand, she glided it gently down the cat’s body. She meowed but let me touch her. “Do you feel that crackling like popping tiny bubbles? That’s subcutaneous emphysema, or air that’s trapped under the skin. All those punctures should close on their own, but we have to be careful that the air buildup does not invade the chest cavity, causing a pneumothorax, or in layman’s terms a collapsed lung.”
I should have been listening to her words, but I was totally enthralled watching the passion on her face. She was concentrating so hard on the screen that she hadn’t noticed me move. Circling her body with my arm moving her legs across my lap, I took the mug out of her hands, setting it on the desk. She looked up questioningly. I took the opportunity to hook my fingers behind her neck underneath her chestnut blonde hair.
“Breech, what are you doing?”
“What I should have done a week ago. You’ve been prancing around the house half-fucking-naked since Fighter and Tish left.”
She snorted. “First of all, it’s my goddamn house; second, I have not been half-naked, I sleep in shorts and a T-shirt, and I relax in sweats,” she spat.
“Shorts that are so short I can see your ass cheeks hanging out, and sweats so thin I can see the outline of your panties,” I replied.
“Well, don’t fucking look then. I’m not going to change my routine because it makes you horny. Back off!” she ended on a yell.
I pressed my erection harder against her butt; her upper body was caged in between my arms. I had to lean down to brush a kiss across her soft lips even though her eyes were spitting fire at me. “Doll, you’ve given me the worst case of blue balls I’ve had since I was a teenager, but for right now all I want is a kiss.” She pressed against my chest, trying to get a little room between us, but I wasn’t having it. Winding a few pieces of her hair around my fingers, pulling until her chin lifted and she was forced to look at me, I said, “Kiss me back.”
Lightly I kissed her tight lips; she was stiff and unyielding. It was going to take some coaxing to get her to open up for me. I dropped one hand to her lower back and began kneading circles, pressing light kisses to the corners of her mouth. I licked at the seam of her lips and she gasped, giving me the opening I needed. My tongue plunged into her mouth, spreading her lips like I’d like to be spreading her body with my cock. I traced the contours of her mouth, the outline of her teeth, her tongue. Tilting her head to get a better angle, I deepened the kiss, drinking from her. She tasted like coffee. Her hair smelled like fresh summer rain. The skin of her back was smooth and silky.
At first, she held her body rigid, but the longer I kissed her, the more she softened against me. Her ass cheeks cradled my cock, and unconsciously she rocked against me. I snaked a hand up under her shirt, cupping a breast. It was warm, soft, and overflowed my palm. I pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her moan into my mouth.
She broke the kiss when she heard the door to the exam room open and Opry walked in. “Ah, fucking shit,” he said.
Jiji shrieked; we had gotten so involved we didn’t hear them unlock the clinic and come in.
Pushing me away, she ducked under my arm, practically running from the room. Sighing, I reached down and adjusted my dick to a more comfortable position. It looked like my case of blue balls wasn’t going away anytime soon.