I was a sick fuck that it gave me pleasure to hear her say that— as much as it had also broken my heart that her feelings for me caused her that kind of torment.
She’d felt things for me that she hadn’t felt for him.
It’s not a contest, Simon.
What mattered most was that she finally said the words I’d longed for—that I’d counted on hearing when I said goodbye to my parents and my nan and told them I’d likely not be returning anytime soon.
As much as she’d given me what I needed tonight, I also realized the way in which she’d admitted her love was bittersweet. The shadow of her late husband would always be present. I should have never made her feel like she needed to compare us. But love breeds insecurity, making people weak and needy.
Still, it was the first night I truly felt like she was mine. And that was making me want to show her exactly how much she belonged to me.
I caressed her hair. “Let’s go to my room.”
Today was emotionally draining. I needed release and couldn’t wait a second longer to bury myself in her.
I knew from the look in her eyes, she needed it, too. Her skin was flush, and her eyes were hazy even though she hadn’t had a drop of wine.
Bridget stood up, and I gently pressed my body against her back as I led her to my quarters.
“We’ll lock the door,” I rasped, my cock painfully hard. “Just in case he wakes up.”
The last time we’d made love, we’d done just that—made love. Even though that was intense, tonight I wasn’t in a gentle mood. Between her telling me that the fucking handyman had tried to get into her pants while I was gone and then her admitting she loved me, my emotions were all over the place. I just wanted to ravage her and stake my claim.
“I need to fuck you hard, but I know we have to be quiet,” I said.
Her breathing became more rapid with my words. “The bed will make too much noise. Take me on the floor.”
Fuck yes.
“Take everything off but your knickers then get down on all fours,” I said as I unbuckled my pants and stripped down.
I knew Bridget loved it when I was demanding. She’d only ever experienced rough sex with me—no one else. And that pleased me to no end.
Her beautiful ass was sticking straight up in the air—so inviting. I took the pleasure of doing something I’d always fantasized about when I ripped her underwear off of her with my bare hands, shredding it in one harsh movement. She flinched, but the smile she flashed when she looked back at me told me she loved it.
“I just fucked up your days of the week, luv.” I slid my hands down the slope of her back. “I’m gonna fuck you so good to make up for it.”
She felt wetter than I could ever remember as I sank into her. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, because having her this drenched and at this angle was too much.
“You feel so incredible. This beautiful ass is mine,” I whispered, plowing into her. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Only yours.” Her nails were digging into the carpet.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours. Fuck, Simon, you’re in me so deep like this. Fuck me harder. I can take it.”
She didn’t always talk dirty but when she did, it put me over the edge.
Thrust after thrust, I felt my balls tightening until I couldn’t hold back any longer. When I knew she was climaxing, I let myself go. Even though I wanted to come inside of her, I pulled out, instead opting to decorate her beautiful ass with my cum. I was marking my territory, and it was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget.
My residency would be coming to an end soon; I still didn’t have a permanent position in Rhode Island lined up.
If Bridget and I were officially together now, then it really didn’t make sense to hide our relationship from our co-workers at Memorial anymore. We agreed that while we wouldn’t announce anything, if someone happened to find out, we weren’t going to deny it.
The way in which our co-workers actually discovered it, however, wasn’t how I would’ve ever chosen for it to happen.
Bridget didn’t realize I was within earshot when a certain conversation was happening at the nurses’ station one afternoon. Hiding behind a wall, I listened as several of the women were discussing me right in front of Bridget. It was awkward and disturbing, to say the least. This had probably happened before without my knowing; but things were so much different now.
I could hear a few of the nurses theorizing about my sexual prowess among other things.
How fucking hot I was.
How they wouldn’t mind trying me out.
How there won’t be any eye candy anymore when I’m gone.
Brianna, the nurse I’d had a one-night stand with before Bridget and I became involved, decided to use the opportunity to announce that she had in fact once “sampled the goods.”
“He was so good in bed. But I know he didn’t want anything serious, so I respected that.”
“I just have to know…how big is he?” someone asked.
“He’s exactly how you’d think he’d be. Maybe even more.”
Bridget was standing right fucking there, and I knew she was hurting having to listen to that shit. There was no bloody way I was going to let them disrespect her, even if they didn’t realize what they were doing. Not to mention, this was so goddamn unprofessional.
I emerged from behind the wall, startling them.
“Thank you for your compliments. But I think this needs to end right now.” I turned to Brianna. “Yes, we had a brief encounter early on this year, but I’m spoken for now. And I highly doubt my girlfriend appreciates having to stand here and listen to you talk about it. So please have respect for Bridget and not talk about me in front of her.”
There were a few gasps. I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Brianna looked at Bridget then me. “You guys are together? I had no idea. I thought you said you don’t do relationships.”
“I didn’t—until her,” I said.
Bridget chose to remain silent while the women just stood there looking dumbfounded.
Brianna apologized for her little kiss and tell before the other nurses quickly dispersed like a bunch of pigeons.
Bridget was still quiet. I knew the whole exchange had really upset her.
I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?
“Honestly? I feel sick.”
I couldn’t help my smile. I was pretty sure she was ready to smack me, though.
“You think this is funny, Simon?”
“Not at all. I’m not smiling because you’re upset. I’m smiling because it means you love me. You feel sick with jealousy because you love me.”
“I do love you. And honestly, they have some fucking nerve talking about you like that here.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear all that, especially the Brianna thing.”
“You already told me about that skank. The last time you took her out, you brought your cock home for me. Remember?”
“Yes, darling. I do.”
She tried to shrug it off, even though I knew she was still upset. “Anyway, it’s not like I didn’t know you had a life before we met. It’s okay.”
“No.” I leaned in, taking in a whiff of her scent. “No, I didn’t have much of a life. I just thought I did. My life was nothing until you guys.”
Wanting to kiss her so badly, I refrained. We were at work, and she wouldn’t have appreciated that. I planned to make up for lost time at home later.
Her nightly visits to my room were what I lived for. In many ways, sneaking around was more exciting than sleeping in the same bed. She always made sure she was back in her own room when Brendan woke up in the morning.
Bridget was blushing. I loved that I could still make that happen.
“I have to go,” she said before walking away. I stood there, proudly watching her rear end bounce.
A phone call interrupted my arse gazing. It was someone from hospital administration. Memorial and the previous hospital where I used to work were part of the same conglomerate. They needed me to head to my old stomping grounds after work today to discuss a lawsuit I’d somehow gotten dragged into. A woman was suing the hospital for malpractice, and I was named in the suit along with about ten others. I’d known about the upcoming deposition for months, but it must’ve slipped my mind with all of the other life-changing shit I was focused on.
Just brilliant.
It was going to be a long night before I’d get to go home to my luv now.