“You know what? Never mind.”
“No. No. No. Talk to me.” He tries to sound sincere, but his laughter tells me he’s not all that concerned.
“Then quit laughing,” I snap, sitting up.
“I’m sorry,” He coughs as his laughter begins to subside. “What would you like me to do for it?” He laughs again. “I’m not gonna jack you off.” He chuckles. “Or talk dirty to you.”
“Are you done?” I demand and he clears his throat.
“Yes.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
I take a deep breath. “I had a date planned for tonight.” I leave Kat out of it. “And I thought I would try something new.”
“It’s new all right.”
I straighten my back. “Anyway. I’ve been hard for...I don’t know. Maybe two hours and jacked off three times. The damn thing won’t go away,” I say staring down at it. “Just go away,” I whisper to it as if it can hear me.
“Wait,” Slade speaks. “Did you say two hours?”
“Yes.”
“Parker, man, go to the hospital,” he says with no laughter in his voice.
“What? Why?” Does he know I took it for Katherine? “You think I need pussy for it to go away?” I ask. “Like it needs the real deal?” I look down at it in my hand and frown.
“No. You may need medical attention. Taking Viagra when you don’t need it could cause some major problems with your dick. You’ve been hard for two hours?”
“I think so.” I need to look at my phone and see when Kat had called me.
“Hang up and go to the hospital. They may have to give you something to get it to go away. Or drain it. I think they do that,” he mumbles to himself.
“Drain what?” I ask in a panic voice.
“Your dick. What else would they fucking drain?” he demands.
“Why would they do that?” I stand from my bed and start pacing.
“To stop the erection. I’ve never taken it, but I’ve heard horror stories.”
“Oh, fuck me!” I say as I watch Puss Puss jump up onto my bed. She lies down on her side and closes her eyes as if I’m annoying her.
He laughs. “You won’t be fucking anything if…”
I hang up on him not wanting to hear any more shit from him. I grab my keys and head for the front door.
*****
KATHERINE
I’m walking toward the nurses’ station when a nurse by the name of Melanie comes up to me. Her light brown hair bounces as she smiles at me. “Katherine. You have a man up front requesting you.”
“For what?” I ask wondering who it is. Rollin’s already had me served papers, who else could possibly sue me?
“He didn’t say his name. Just that he needed your assistance,” she says with a frown and I do the same.
“Thank you.” I nod to her and then make my way around the corner. I come to a stop when I see Parker sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. “Parker?”
He looks up to me and his dark brown eyes are wide and he looks concerned.
“Kat.” He stands quickly. “I need help.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking him up and down quickly. He’s dressed in a white cotton shirt and a pair of sweatpants like earlier today but only they’re gray, not black. He doesn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere. “Are you hurt?”
“Not quite.” He responds hunching over, covering his manly parts with a hand.
“Then what is it?”
He leans in and whispers in my ear. “I have a problem downstairs.” I pull back and my brows pull together in confusion. “My cock,” he whispers.
I roll my eyes. “Parker. I don’t have time for this.” I go to walk away, but he grabs my arm.
“Katherine,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Parker,” I growl back at him. I let the guy fuck me once and now he thinks he can just show up and get it anytime he’s hard?
He looks around the waiting room and sees the people staring at us. He pulls me over to an exam room and closes the door. He then proceeds to undo the string to his sweatpants and push then down.
“What the hell?” I gasp. “I told you…”
“I took Viagra,” he says interrupting me.
I look deep into his brown eyes for a few seconds, waiting for the punch line, but when he just stares back at me with concern, I burst out laughing.
“This isn’t funny,” he snaps at me.
I nod my head agreeing with him as I continue to laugh. “No, it’s hilarious.”
He sighs heavily trying to calm his temper. I can tell my reaction is annoying him. “I did this for you, and now I’m stuck this way.”
My laughter stops immediately. “What do you mean? Did this for me?” What in the hell is he talking about?
He runs a hand through his dark hair. “We had plans tonight and I thought…”
“That I would allow you to fuck me again?” I question raising an eyebrow and place my hands on my hips. Would I have? Most likely. Parker’s hot and the man can kiss. The sex was great. Nothing mind blowing, but that’s normal.
“Well, yes,” he says simply.
I chuckle to myself. You gotta give the guy credit. “Nothing says I want you like popping a Viagra,” I add with a big smile.
His eyes narrow at me. “I took it because obviously you need a little more than what I’m used to,” he snaps, getting pissy. “No good deed goes unpunished,” he mumbles to himself.
“I told you it had nothing to do with you,” I remind him. Geez, why didn’t I just let him believe me?
“So you say.” He rolls his eyes.
“I was serious,” I snap. I take a step back from him and run a hand down my scrubs. How was I supposed to know he would take it this seriously? It was just sex.
“What is it?” he asks sounding truly curious. “Is it asphyxiation?”
“What?” I snap. This guy is fucking nuts. And I’m sure he knows all the fetishes out there.
“You know, I’ve never done it personally. But I heard where a man has to choke a woman to the point where she loses consciousness in order for her to get off.” I stare at him blankly. “I could do that for you if that’s what you need,” he adds quickly. “No judgment.” He throws his hands up in the air in surrender. “I could tell you were really into it last night. You know, when my hand was around your neck…”
I take a step toward him and my tits press into his chest. “If you ever try to choke me out, I will crack your balls open like the useless eggs they are,” I growl. I like my sex rough. A hand around the neck is okay. But to the point I pass out—I may have a panic attack.
He throws his hands up in the air. “Then what is it?” he demands. “Fuck, I took Viagra for you. The least you could do is tell me what I did wrong.”
“You took Viagra because you’re a stupid son of a bitch,” I sneer. “You did nothing wrong.” It is kinda sweet, if you think about it. In a fucked up way. He thought he needed a little more boost in order to get me off, which is more than any other guy has ever done for me. Most guys only care about getting themselves off.
If I tell him, he’ll want to try it. He’ll want that challenge. Am I willing to let him do that? The guy has already slept with me. What do I have to lose, an orgasm? I straighten my back and look him in the eye. “It’s vibration.”
He blinks a couple of times. “Come again?”
“Vibrators,” I clarify. “I need them to get off.”
“That’s it?” he asks as if it’s no big deal.
I narrow my eyes on him. “I don’t have to have it every time, but yes, sometimes it helps.”
“Well, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed; I just didn’t think it was any of your business.”
He hangs his head and looks down at his hard cock. I’ve tried not to stare at the damn thing. “It’s okay,” he says as if he’s talking to it. He then reaches out and wraps his hand around the base of it. “Not your
fault, hammer.”
“Parker.” I fall to my knees and grab his pants. I yank them up. “Hammer?” I question. Please don’t let that be what he calls his dick.
He nods with a proud smile. “You know a hammer and nails. My cock nails pussy…”
I raise my hand to stop him. “Okay. Enough about what you chose to name your cock.” I shake my head to delete that memory. “Don’t touch it. Let it runs its course,” I tell him.
“I was hoping you could take care of it.” He gives me a sexy smirk.
I shake my head. “How long has it been like that?” I question.
“Maybe two hours.” He shrugs. “I called Slade and he told me to come to the hospital that it could have long term effects. I panicked for a while.”
I bet he did. “Are you experiencing any symptoms?”
“An extremely hard cock,” he responds.
“Any other symptoms?” He tilts his head to the side. “Are your ears ringing?” He shakes his head. “Hearing loss?” He shakes his head. “Vision loss?” He shakes his head. “Then you’re fine. Just let it runs its course,” I inform him.
I go to walk out of the room and forget this crazy situation when he grabs my arm and spins me around. His hands tangle in my ponytail and he leans down, kissing me. He kisses me deeply as his tongue explores my mouth. One hand leaves my hair and pushes up my scrub top. His hand finds my bra and he squeezes it to the point I gasp into his mouth.
My feet start to move as he pushes me backward. My back hits the wall and I wrap my arms around his neck as I feel my body come to life. He pulls away from my mouth and pushes my scrubs up to my neck before he bends down and yanks my bra down. I throw my head back and suck in a deep breath as his tongue circles my nipple. He bites down on it before sucking it into his mouth and I rise up onto my tiptoes.
He pulls away all of a sudden and pulls my top down. He grabs my arm and pulls me forward. I place my hands on the hospital bed as he yanks my scrub pants down to my thighs I sigh as his hand slides between my legs. His fingers run over my pussy and I move my hips, itching for more.
His face nuzzles my neck as his fingers enter me roughly and I come up onto my tiptoes. “Wanna fuck?” his deep voice asks, and I let out a breath.
“Yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his hand. He pushes his hard cock against my ass and his free hand tangles in the hair at the base of my neck. He pulls my head back as he nibbles on my ear. I suck in a breath as his thumb circles my clit. That’s what I need. I have to have some sort of contact there in order for my body to get off.
He bends down next to my ear. “Good.” His tongue runs up the length of my ear before. “Let that run its course, sweetheart.” And then he pulls away and my body slumps against the bed.
I stand there with my scrubs down to my thighs and my panties pulled to the side for a few seconds before I have the strength to pull them up and turn around to face him. He stares at me with a ‘fuck you’ smile.
“You’re a fucking jackass,” I cuss, straightening my scrub top.
His eyes shine. “And you’re a careless bitch,” he responds still smiling. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he declares, and I shake my head. But he ignores it as he walks out of the room.
The only good thing about that is I know it hurt him to say no more than it did me. He’s the one with the hard cock. I just have a wet pussy.
I lean my head back against the wall and take in a few deep breaths. He’s getting under my skin. I like how everything about him is different. He may be annoying and a jackass at times, but he always seems to make me laugh.
“Katherine?”
I jump when I see my friend, Ashley, standing in the doorway. “Did you just have sex in here?” she asks wide-eyed.
“No.” I shake my head quickly.
Her eyes look me up and down slowly and then she smiles. “Well, you look freshly fucked.” She giggles. “And that guy was hot.” She winks before she spins around and walks off.
I blow the loose strands that fell out of my ponytail when his hands were in my hair out of my face. Parker O’Hare is starting to get under my skin.
I walk out of the room after making sure I looked presentable and my phone vibrates in my scrub pocket. I pull it out and sigh when Sexy Motherfucker is on my screen along with his selfie. I actually laugh.
“Do you have an addictive personality?” I ask as I answer.
He pauses for a second. “I don’t think so.”
I laugh. “What do you want?” I question walking down the hallway.
“Can I take you out tomorrow? Maybe lunch?”
“I can’t.” For many reasons.
“I swear I won’t pop a Viagra,” he promises, and I can’t help but laugh at the fact that he did that. What an idiot. “And I’ll leave my pants on.”
“That’s nice to know, but I still can’t. I have court tomorrow,” And I need to go spend some time with my father.
“Court?” he asks in surprise. “For what?”
“I told you. Rollin is suing me. Tomorrow is our court date.” I hate that I have to see that bastard but whatever. I’m not going to not show up and then he be granted whatever he wants.
He’s silent as if he’s thinking about what I just said. “Okay,” he says simply and I wonder why he agreed so easily. “I’ll go with you.”
“What?” I ask surprised. “You can’t go with me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t need you to go with me.” Why would he want to in the first place?
He sighs. “Why won’t you accept my help?”
“Why are you offering it?” I snap.
“Because you have no one.” The words slip out before he has the chance to think about them. And I realize why he has been so nice. Why he showed up at my house last night. Why he called me this morning to take me to get a massage. Why he slept with me. Why he wanted to see me again this evening. It wasn’t because he found me attractive. It wasn’t because he had a moment of weakness like me. It was because of pity. He feels sorry for me. And to me, that’s the lowest.
“Is this what this day has been about?” I ask.
“No.”
“Just taking pity on me?” I demand as I punch the elevator button several times. “I don’t fucking need you to feel sorry for me,” I shout.
“I just wanted to…”
“To what?”
He sighs heavily. “I just wanted you to have a good day. I’m trying…”
“I don’t need you to try. I just need you to leave me alone, Parker.” With that, the elevator opens and I hang up on him before I step into it. Two woman stand in the corner staring at me. When my eyes narrow at them, they drop down to my phone in my hand. “Fucking bastard,” I mumble to myself, and I hear one of them gasp.
*****
Having to go to court can be stressful. I just had a full body massage and sex yesterday, and I feel like I’m wound up tighter than a ball of yarn. It sucks. I’ve tried to keep my cool, smile, and not act like the total psycho bitch that he tries to portray me as, but it’s hard. Since the moment I stepped into the courtroom, Rollin has completely ignored me. He won’t even look my way, and I know he can feel me burning a hole into his head. He sits by himself and continues to look straight ahead. His blond hair has been washed and is in a tight, neat ponytail at the base of his neck. He has on a black button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. He actually looks halfway decent. Almost like the first time I saw him. It’s the same ol’ story. Met in a cloudy bar under the influence of alcohol. I took him home, and he never wanted to leave. The bastard couldn’t keep a job and just wanted me to pay for everything. I finally decided he needed to kick rocks. The end!
“No. No, sir,” he stumbles speaking to the judge who sits in front of us, and I narrow my eyes on him. “I would like to drop all charges.”
I turn to face him, and I place my hand on my hip. What is his angle? Why drop it now? I haven’t spoken to him since the night he had me
arrested—the second time.
The judge waves his hand in the air as if to shoo us away. He probably has more important shit to do than have Rollin waste his time with his bullshit. As soon as he calls the next case, I make my way over to Rollin, but he sees me coming and takes off in a mad dash out of the courtroom. I go to turn around when I spot him. The fucker is sitting in the very back with his sunglasses over his eyes. To anyone else, he would look intimidating. The way his chiseled jaw stands out and the way his shades cover his face. You can’t tell where he’s looking, but I can feel him staring at me. And I narrow my eyes on him. I make my way out of the bench and toward him. He stands as I near him.
“You son of a …” He grabs my upper arm and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Shh. You can cuss me outside.”
“Oh, damn right I’m gonna cuss you out,” I whisper harshly. He just has to keep getting in my way.
As soon as we exit the courtroom, I turn on him. “How could you?” I yell making all heads turn toward us.
“Can this please wait until we make it outside?” Parker pleads.
“No,” I growl. “How dare you. I didn’t need…”
He places his hand on my shoulder and shoves me to a door. My body pushes it open and I find myself standing in the women’s bathroom with him in front of me. A woman stands at the sink washing her hands and her eyes widen when she sees Parker.
He rips the sunglasses from his face and looks down at me with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, no,” I say shaking a finger in his face. “You are not gonna be mad at me. You were the one who stuck your nose where it didn’t belong,” I yell.
“Why won’t you allow me to help you?”
“Because I don’t need you. I would have been just fine,” I argue.
He straightens his back and crosses his arms over his chest. I remember the way that chest felt underneath my hands yesterday and I place my hands behind my back to keep from touching him.
“Are you done?” I snap, looking over at the woman who continues to just stare at him.
She huffs her chest and grabs her purse off the counter. “How rude,” she throws over her shoulder as she yanks the door open.
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