Chapter 14
Lars
There’s nothing quite like waking up with Jonah wrapped around me after a night of love making until we both collapsed from exhaustion. When we’d gotten home from our date, we’d both been so worked up from our newfound power play fantasy, and the thrill of what we did at the movie theater, that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It really was like we were teenagers again, getting off together over and over, unable to satisfy the lust we were sharing.
I smile against the skin of Jonah’s shoulder before placing a kiss there and quietly wiggling out of his grasp. My ass is a little tender, reminding me of the way I’d ordered Jonah to fuck me, having him bend me over the arm of the couch and taking me roughly before I did the same to him.
Jonah makes a sleepy noise of protest as I slip out of bed, a plan in place to start being the man he needs me to be for him. I grab his phone off the nightstand along with his watch and then I go to the dresser and pull out a pair of scrubs, along with socks and underwear. Then, I jump in the shower to get ready for the day.
When I come out, my skin wet and towel wrapped around my waist, I’m greeted by Jonah smiling at me from bed.
“Good morning,” he murmurs.
“Morning, JJ.” I lean over and kiss him, deftly avoiding his hands as he tries to pull me back into bed. “Behave, pup,” I scold.
“If you’re trying to make me less horny, talking like that is definitely not going to work,” he complains.
“There’s no hope of making you less horny. I’m just trying to make us not late to work.”
“Oh shit, what time is it?” he asks, sitting bolt upright and reaching for where his phone should be.
“You have time,” I assure him calmly. When he scrunches his eyebrows up, I reach out with my index finger to smooth it back down. “The morning stresses you out, so I want to try something different. Let me worry about what time you need to leave. You just get up and shower while I make breakfast. You don’t need to look at the clock or worry about the time; trust me to let you know when we have to get out the door.”
“I trust you.”
“Good. Go shower while I scramble some eggs for us.”
Jonah climbs out of bed, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me in for a hug.
“Thank you.”
“Anything,” I promise, squeezing him tighter before releasing and swatting at his ass. “Now, get moving.”
He yelps, and I watch with a smirk as he scurries into the bathroom before I can give him another swat.
By the time he gets out, I have two plates with eggs and toast ready and waiting for us.
“I can’t believe you laid out my clothes for me,” he comments.
“Too much?”
“No, it was sweet. It made me feel taken care of.”
“That’s all I want.”
Breakfast is noticeably less stressful than it usually is without Jonah worrying over possible traffic and checking the time every thirty seconds. Instead, we sip our coffee leisurely and talk about what we might want to do together on our next shared day off.
When the alarm on my own watch goes off, I take our dishes and put them in the dishwasher and then bring Jonah his shoes to put on.
“This was a really nice morning, thank you.” he says as we walk out to our cars.
“Then we’ll do it this way from now on,” I assure him. “I love you, have a good day.”
“Love you too,” he calls, shutting his door and waving at me before pulling out of the driveway.
“So?” Seb prompts as soon as I walk through the door to the clinic.
“So?” I parrot, my mind still back in bed with a warm, sleepy Jonah.
Seb rolls his eyes at me and places himself directly in my path, an expectant look on his face.
“So, what happened with your man? Is it all sorted out?”
“Oh, yeah,” I let out a small laugh, unable to believe how dramatic I was being two days ago. Of course Jonah wasn’t cheating on me. It all seems to silly now in hindsight.
“That’s it? I’ve been on pins and needles, and you’re not going to give me more than oh, yeah?”
“He wasn’t cheating on me,” I offer with a shrug, trying to step around him but finding Seb directly in my path again, this time rolling his eyes.
“No shit. What was the real problem?”
I can feel my cheeks heating. I’ve never exactly been a prude, but I have always felt like a sex life should be private—unless, of course, voyeurism is your thing—and I can’t see a reason Seb needs to know the details of what happened between me and Jonah.
“Jonah is interested in trying some different things, and he wasn’t sure how to tell me,” I answer as succinctly as I can manage.
“Ooo, what kinds of things? Kinky shit? Please say threesomes,” Seb begs, dramatically making his hands into a prayer steeple and gazing toward the ceiling.
“I’m not sure God approves of all gay ménage…or any kind of ménage, as far as I know.”
“Psh, I was praying to Zeus, that motherfucker loves sex, he’ll totally have my back on this one.”
“Good luck with that.” I try to step around him again, and this time he lets me, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t follow me to my office.
“Seriously, Doc,” he says when we reach my desk, “everything’s good?”
“Everything’s great,” I assure him.
“Good. You two are like, my only proof that love is real. If you two ever break up, I’m going to throw in the towel on finding prince charming and really start slutting it up.”
“I can’t even imagine what that would look like,” I mutter dryly, and Seb smirks before sticking out his tongue and then sauntering out of the office, back into the treatment area to get ready for our first appointment of the day.
Before things get crazy, I pull out my phone and send a quick I love you text to Jonah, then I log in to my schedule for the day and start preparing.
Jonah
Dear Art,
I told him! Ok, well, he walked in on me trying on the hood, and I kind of had to tell him. But he took it really well. We talked, and we know we have a lot of stuff to figure out since it’s all so new to both of us, but he wasn’t freaked out like I thought he’d be. We even went to the kink shop yesterday and bought a bunch of puppy stuff. I’m still a bit nervous to put everything on and see what he REALLY thinks. But overall, it’s going better than I dreamed! Thanks for your advice, and sorry, no way am I sending you pics ;) .
Sincerely,
One Loved Puppy
I finish typing my email to Art on my phone just as Addie approaches me with a chart in her hand.
“Pretty sure this guy has an STD; his wife was glaring daggers at him as he described having pain with urination,” she tells me with a stifled chuckle.
“Sucks to be him,” I comment, taking the chart and looking at the history she took for me before making my way into the room to likely play marriage counselor as much as I’m going to be playing doctor.
Even annoying patients with relationship problems can’t get me down today though, because I’m still riding the high from last night and this morning. I knew I liked Lars taking control, but the way he made me feel so taken care of this morning, so completely loved takes my breath away.
It turns out the patient has Chlamydia, and I manage to duck out of the room before his wife starts throwing things.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull out to find a reply from Art.
Dear Puppy,
So glad to hear that! Sometimes being caught with your pants down (literally or figuratively!) can be a great ice breaker for difficult conversations. I’m glad he took it well. I had a feeling he would based on how you described him. If you change your mind about sending me any cute pics, feel free any time ;). I love happy endings, so feel free to share any other updates too!
Sincerely, Art