Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I growled, my hips lifting instinctively, and he caught my ass with one hand and helped tilt it up for me.
That was all that I needed.
With two more pumps of his hips, I was coming, and screaming.
Hell’s bells, but I felt my soul leave my body for a few short seconds.
His growl preceded his release, and I could feel the hot splashes of his cum jetting inside of me. His belly tightened in rhythmic intervals, and soon he was collapsing on top of me, allowing me to feel it as he continued to come.
“Fuck,” he breathed raggedly.
I snickered. “You finished?”
He ground into me a few more times, then twisted us so that I was on top and he was underneath me, my head pillowed on his shapely chest.
“Don’t say anything,” he pleaded. “Just let me feel this for tonight. Tomorrow, we can figure it out.”
So I didn’t.
I stayed silent.
We had sex two more times. And I did not miss when Tammy slammed the door on her way out during our second session.
Overall, the night was perfect.
Too bad the day came, bringing with it more problems for him to deal with, and a family emergency for me to deal with.
Sadly, for the next week, our schedules never realigned again, and since he still had me blocked, I couldn’t check in with him.
All I knew was that he’d be back, and I’d give him a piece of my mind.
CHAPTER 15
Don’t let me drink milk. It makes my tummy hurt.
-Text from Val to Felix
VAL
He’d called in to work.
I’d known that he wasn’t going to be here last week. I mean, his grandfather had died, for Christ’s sake.
But he’d promised he would be back. More importantly, the woman that was head of the whole ER department had said he would be back today.
And, after a lot of inward contemplation, I decided that I wasn’t mad at him at all for totally forgetting about me all week. I’d helped him in his time of need, but that didn’t negate the fact that he was literally in a time of need. I didn’t need to be projecting my problems and feelings onto the situation when it could’ve been just as innocent as him just needing time to process. And sadly, my feelings weren’t a part of the bigger picture right now.
Hence me spending last night buying a couple of Fig brand scrubs that fit a little tighter than I’d liked, a new pair of shoes that made my feet look small when they most definitely weren’t, and new makeup.
I’d gotten up this morning and had taken extra time on my hair and makeup, and I left the apartment feeling like a million bucks.
And now here I was, working my ass off, and no Felix as my reward.
I did, however, look up every single time the ER doors opened.
The last time they opened it was to emit Tammy.
God, but she really knew how to push my buttons.
I hated her.
Absolutely hated her.
I hated that she was privy to information that I didn’t have.
I hated that she got to comfort him when I couldn’t.
I hated that in the grand scheme of things, she’d become an even bigger part of his life because I’d left it.
I just really hated her.
I was trying very hard not to pay attention to her and Lori as they talked about what gossip they were hearing amongst their friends in other departments.
I was so intent on not listening to her, in fact, that I didn’t hear the first part of Tammy’s next statement or the nurse’s reply.
I did hone in on Lori when she said, “What’s wrong with Felix?”
My head snapped up like I’d just received an uppercut, and my gaze focused on the two women.
Tammy and Lori were leaning against the counter enjoying the fruit tray I’d brought in this morning. I was sure Tammy didn’t know that I was the one who brought it, otherwise she would’ve treated it like it was poison like she usually did when I brought stuff.
Though, I knew that Lori knew it was my contribution because she’d beamed at me when I’d placed it on the nurses’ station on my way in today.
“His dog was really sick this morning, and he suspects he’s going to go have him put down.” Tammy sighed. “I told him to drop the dog off at the vet and come in, but he said no and told me he’d talk to me later.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That really freakin’ sucked.
He’d loved that dog.
While we were in medical school, the dog had lived with his grandfather because he was away from home so much.
He’d just gotten him back…
His grandfather had died a week ago. And now his dog was sick?
That sounded horrible.
But also a really good reason for not being at work today.
Dammit, that sucked.
“Pets are like family, Tammy,” Lori said reproachfully. “You don’t have any, otherwise you’d know that.”