Page 23 of Ride With Me

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Page 23 of Ride With Me

“I can run you a warm bath when I’m done and have dinner ready by the time you’re out, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.” I search around the room. “Is the room next door where I’m going to sleep?”

“Not exactly. That’s a small gym.”

“I thought you said the guest room is down here?” My stomach clenches at his wicked grin.

“It is. We’re in it now. This bed rolls, and I have another one I put in here when I have company. It’s only set up this way for patients.”

“You have many down here?”

“Not many. You’re only my second one, but the other situation was completely different.”

“How so?”

He closes his mouth before opening it again. “It just was. You have a lot of questions now. Here I thought they would have come earlier.”

“I guess I was too focused on other things. Like getting through all this to get out of here.”

“I’d say you’re getting along just fine as of now. Our whole time together will fly as long as you keep it up. Now, tell me if you experience pain at any given moment.”

He squeezes my pecs and massages around my nipples. My nubs are hard enough to cut glass when he tugs at the skin of my areolas. “Color and size look as they should. Shape too,” he says, curling his fingers around the small brown circles. “Absolutely perfect.” He breathes deeper, pressing down around my breasts in circular motions. Next, he’s pinching my nipples. “No discharge. Good sign.” He then feels under my pits, rubbing up and down my sides.

“Everything look okay?” I ask, sounding more concerned than I intended.

“As far as I can see. Nothing felt sore or uncomfortable?”

“No, but it felt overly sensitive.”

His lips shift from side to side and he tugs his gloves off, shoving them in his pocket. “Does it always?”

“I don’t know. No one ever touches me there.”

Tapping his chin, his gaze turns more intense. “Is it more sensitive with skin-to-skin contact?” He rolls one of my nipples between his fingers.

“Yes.” I hiss.

“We’ll have to come back to that at our next appointment. We’ll do an overall sensitivity test. How does tomorrow work?”

“Tomorrow is… is fine. Am I still dehydrated?”

“Your skin is a little off color, so we’ll do a urine test as well, along with taking some blood and rechecking your temperature the proper way.”

“If you feel that’s what’s best.” I’m actually becoming a real damn patient and it doesn’t feel contrived at all. It feels…I don’t know…right? More real than my life had felt with Brick and Stephen. Which is insane. All of this is, but I fall deeper in anyway, not sure I’ll remember how to crawl out when it’s over.

“I do.” His smile is gentle, eyes soft and caring. Will I see this side of him for the rest of the day? Or is it night now?

“How long have we been down here?”

“Probably longer than it feels. It’s nearly four in the afternoon.”

My lips part and I lift myself off the table. “How’s that possible?”

“Exams can be very thorough when done right for the right person. I also didn’t want to rush things, so I went slow. I bet you’re starving. I’m sorry, I’m not used to having another person to feed and often miss meals myself. Too caught up in work.”

“And you call yourself a doctor,” I mock.

He stifles a laugh. “We can’t all be perfect, can we? Get dressed and I’ll see you upstairs. How do you feel about red wine?”




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