by ML Michaels
“They gave me some basic details, but I’d like to know more from you.”
“I really can’t see why I need to talk about it seeing as they’ve told you what was important,” I said. And it was true. I wasn’t here to bare my soul to her. I was here to fast track this stupid healing process, and maybe, if I was lucky, to have sex with her. There was nothing more I wanted from her, and there was nothing more that I expected her to do. So I decided to change the subject…maybe put her on the defensive a bit. “Now, what can I say to get you to come out to the bar with me tonight?”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. You need to tell me what happened. You may need some sort of therapy to work through some of the things you experienced.”
I slam my hand down in rage. Why couldn’t she take a hint? “No! I’m not going to do that! There’s no reason for me to talk about it any more! It won’t change anything.”
She stared at me in shock. “Where is this anger coming from? If you really don’t want to tell me, then you don’t have to, but I want you to know the consequences. I can’t approve your return to the army until I’m sure you’re ready.”
“Angry?!!” I screamed, rage coursing through my body. “The only thing I’m angry about is the fact that I’m not deep inside you right now! If you’re going to deny me that, fine, but I’m not going to offer you unnecessary information. If you’re going to preach professionalism, you might as well stick to your guns! The truth is I don’t need you or anyone else here trying to fix me. In fact, I’ve had enough. I’ll get help somewhere else.”
She threw up her hands. “You know what? Fine. I’m here to help, but I can’t help someone who doesn’t want it. Go ahead and leave, Dean.”
I paused, suddenly realizing what I had done. I just pissed off my doctor, and without her, there was no way for me to return back to combat. Fuck, I was such an idiot. I didn’t know what to do or how to get back into her good graces. I looked at the anger and pain on her face, and I was afraid to try. Slowly, I stood up and shuffle out of the office. She slammed the door behind me, and I was left standing in the hallway, without a doctor—or a lover—and I had only myself to blame.
Emily
My head was spinning. I couldn’t get Dean out of my mind. Part of me was so angry that I want to smash his stupid face in. Another part of me worried about what he endured. I’ve seem so many wounded vets whose biggest wounds are the ones no one can see. Whatever happened to Dean, it must have been terrible to evoke such a response.
And if I’m honest with myself, a part of me wants to drag him back into this office and fuck him senseless. I wasn’t used to feeling this excited about a man or as conflicted about a patient, and it was driving me insane.
I was used to dealing with blowups from vets who took their anger over their injuries out on me. After they cooled off, they nearly all apologized and jumped at the chance to to come back to treatment.
Things with Dean were different. The physical attraction was almost unbearable. How could get these lusty carnal thoughts of him out of my mind. Only two appointments and I was already going crazy.
As a patient, he was uncommunicative and uncooperative. Whenever I thought I was getting somewhere, he veered off topic and hit on me. The worst part was that it worked. Every time he used that tactic, I would get distracted and would have to drag myself back to normalcy. By the time I had regained my composure, the conversation had long gotten away from me. I needed to get my bearings soon or else he was going to keep resisting proper treatment. And worse, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to do my job and help him become whole again.
I knew what I had to do. It was something I only did as a last resort, but now it seemed like there was not other choice. I had to call his commanding officer. I grabbed his file and walked back into my office. I opened his file on my desk, found his commanding officer’s number and called it. After a few rings, someone picked up the phone and said, “Colonel Mullins.”
“Hello Colonel Mullins. This is Dr. Emily Reynolds. I’m treating Dean Peters for his leg injury.”
“Oh, hello Dr. Reynolds. How is his treatment going?”
“Yes, well, I wanted to talk to you about that. Dean’s been really resisting treatment. I thought I could better address his medical needs if I knew details about how he got the injury. But every time I bring up the topic, he gets upset and tries to change the subject. I was wondering if you could give me information to me deal with him.”
There was a pause on the other end, and I wondered if I’d said something upsetting. “You know, Dr. Reynolds, I’m sorry to hear that though to be honest I’m not surprised. Mind you, we’ve never had problems with Dean. He’s a very stoic and mature soldier. A true leader. But to tell you the truth, we’ve been wondering if Dean is the cause of his own injuries and possibly even the death of Chris Madsen, a close friend who was on the mission with him. It’s possible that the incident might have affected him very deeply. Either way, he’s never been the type of person to ever offer up a lot of information. Maybe a friend could get something out of him, but people like us don’t really have a shot. He keeps personal things very much to himself.”
“Is there anything you know about the incident that isn’t in his file? Anything at all. It might help make my job easier.”
“Sorry, Dr. Reynolds, but everything I know about the incident has been passed down to you. If I could help you, I would. Dean is one of our best soldiers, and we’d love to have him back. If I could do anything to speed up the process, I would. But it’s all up to you.”
I nodded, and then realized that he wouldn’t be able to see that. “Thank you, sir. I think I’m going to try a new method on him.”
“No problem, doctor. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else,” he said. “Have a good day.”
With that, Colonel Mullins hung up. Even though he hadn’t given me much information, a concrete plan started forming in my mind. There was no way that Dean was going to talk to me as his doctor. Like Colonel Mullins said, Dean didn’t like to share things in a professional environment. No matter how we’d first met, he would never open up to me as his doctor. Meeting him that night at the bar has solidified that fact even more. But that night had been helpful in one way. Now I knew what I needed to do to get through to him.
I learned something else as I considered my next steps. Even though I had spent many years around military men, none had ever left as great of an impression on me as Dean Peters. I was reassured hearing Colonel Mullins’ description of the kind of man Dean was. It confirmed my own intuition. There was a lot more to Dean than physical attraction. I knew now that I wanted to help him no matter what. And if that meant that I couldn’t be his doctor anymore, then so be it.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number that I had resisted calling for so many days. Almost instantly, he picked up. “Hello?” His voice sounded confused.
“Hi, Dean. It’s Emily,” I said, deliberately not referring to myself as Dr. Reynolds as I do with all of my other patients. A huge smile broke across my face. “Is the offer from before still on the table?”
“Um...yeah.” I could hear the surprise in his voice. “It is,” he finished. I guess a lot of his bluster had been a ridiculous and distracting act. Now that I was giving him what he wanted, he was completely dumbstruck.
“Perfect. Meet me are our bar tonight.” With that, I hung up, my body a bundle of nerves. I was finally going to get what I’d fantasized about ever since I’d met him. But more importantly, this was my chance to finally get through to him. I had no idea what was going to happen tonight, but I knew that I couldn’t wait.
The next few hours couldn’t pass fast enough.
***
Dean
I drove down to the bar that had become like my second home. I didn’t know what game Emily was playing, but I was willing to hop on this wild ride. All that mattered was that she was finally giving in to me. I knew she coul
dn’t resist me for too long.
I pulled into the parking lot and went to park my Harley, but a voice stopped me. “I wouldn’t get off of that bike if I were you.” I turned to look to my left and saw her leaning against her bike. She was wearing something similar to the outfit she’d worn the first night I’d met her. Those leather pants and tight shirt made her look much sexier than her lab coat.
“And why shouldn’t I get off this bike?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow at her.
“Because I have somewhere better for us to go.” I watched her climb onto her bike and straddle it with gorgeous thighs.
“And where are we going?” I asked.
“If you follow me, you’ll find out.” With that, she sped off, and I quickly followed. I watched her gorgeous back as we traveled down the road. I wanted nothing more than to get her to pull over and to fuck her into the dirt on the side of the road. But I resisted the urge to call out to her. An amazing girl like that deserved a quality bed.
Eventually, she pulled over. I pulled behind her and parked my Harley then walked over to her standing next to her bike. She pulled a small bag out of her saddlebag. I looked at the building before us and back at Emily. It certainly wasn’t what I had expected.
“A shooting range?” I asked, feeling confused.
“Yep. I thought it would help you get some steam out. You haven’t held a gun in a while, have you?”
We walked into the building and rented guns for an hour. We headed over to the target area, donned the safety goggles and earmuffs that she pulled out of her bad, and began shooting at some targets. I expected her to struggle with the gun and miss the targets completely, but I was surprised to see that most of her shots were hitting their mark. “Well, you keep surprising me,” I said. “Where’d you learn how to shoot?”
“Both of my parents were in the military. I’ve been around guys like you my whole life. One day, I just picked it up,” she said, looking proud of herself.
“Well, I guess you’re just full of surprises.” There was nothing I loved more than a beautiful woman and a powerful gun. And one that loved Harleys. It didn’t get any better than this.
I took a few more shots, but eventually stood there and watched her. She looked graceful as she took shot after shot. As I heard each gunshot go off, I could feel the tension falling away from my shoulders. It had been far too long since I’d held a weapon in my hands. Being at the range felt like coming home to my roots. I felt more alive than I had since the incident.
Our hour was up before I knew it. The two of us returned the weapons and climbed back onto our Harleys. “So where are you gonna take me now?” I asked.
“I think you can guess.” Before I could answer, she kick started her Harley and sped out of the parking lot. I followed her, excitement and arousal coursing through my veins. I knew what this meant. Finally, I was going to be able to touch her. I had waited for this so patiently.
But instead of taking me to her house, she pulled into the parking lot of my hotel. I parked next to her. “Wait, this is my hotel.”
She slid up to me and put her arms around my neck. Her proximity made my head spin. I could smell the lavender scent of her perfume. “Well, you did want to take me home with you, didn’t you?”
Suddenly, we were kissing. Her lips pressed to mine, taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. Our lips battled, all force and strength. I felt her part her lips, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues danced. I tangled my fingers in her hair, needing her to be closer.
Eventually, she pulled away and I already missed her mouth. “Whoa, there solider. As much as I love making out in the parking lot, don’t you want to show me upstairs?”
I smiled and pulled her inside the building, keeping her as close as I could. When the elevator arrived, I pulled her inside and pressed her against the wall. She pulled me back into a kiss, our lips resuming their erotic dance. She was beautiful. She was sexy. She was mind-blowing. She was everything I needed and wanted in that moment. Her body felt warm against me. It sent electric shocks down my body.
The elevator opened on my floor, and I pulled her out with me. The two of us walked as fast as we could down the hallway. When we made it to my room, I swiftly unlocked it, and she pushed me inside. She slammed me against the door, taking me by surprise, as she tended to do. She tugged at my jacket, and I ripped it off of my shoulders, tossing it to the ground. My shirt followed. I tugged on her shirt, and she quickly removed it and the bra beneath it. She stepped away from me and dropped the rest of her clothing on her way to the bed. I stared at her body. Her pale skin seemed soft in the moonlight coming through the window. Her breasts were ridiculously sexy with perkiest nipples calling to me. She stared at me with the most seductive stare. I bounded across the room, stripping quickly as I went, and pushed her down onto the bed. I looked at her for a moment then straddled her. My lips were on her in seconds, kissing every inch of skin that I could get to. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and rolled the other one between my fingers. I heard her moan lightly and the sound traveled down my body down to my cock.
Slowly, I moved down her body with my mouth until I got to her pussy. I could tell she was already wet. I pulled her legs onto my shoulders, and pressed my lips to her clit. She gasped and moaned, rocking against my mouth. I rolled my tongue around her clit. She gasped. I pressed my mouth harder against her, moving my tongue faster to keep up with her hips. She was moving her hips against my mouth, her body begging for more, and I was determined to give it all to her.
When she was finally reduced to a shaking, needy mess, I pulled my mouth off of her. She hissed, “What is wrong with you? Keep going!”
I chuckled, and shook my head. “I think we can do something else that is even more fun.” I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She brightened and pulled the condom out of my hand. I watched her rip it open with her teeth, looking even sexier than she had before. She grasped my cock in her hand and slipped the condom on. Then, she pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. I grabbed her hips and helped her push me into her. She was so unbelievably tight that it nearly took my breath away. Almost too quickly, she started moving up and down on my cock. As she moved, she trailed her hands along my chest. She was blowing my mind. I knew I was moving closer and closer to climax.
I felt her gasp and shudder against me, briefly stopping her movements. She threw her head in ecstasy, her mouth wide open. I sat up and pulled her closer to me, pushed deeper into her. She gasped and moaned as I thrust into her as hard as I could. Soon, my climax hit me like a truck, and I arched my back. She kissed me as I rode out my orgasm, my world entirely made up of her. As I came down from my high, all I could see was her face.
I smiled.
***
Emily
I woke up with the sun shining through the window onto my face. I squinted up at it, desperately wishing for it to go away. The events of the previous night flood into my brain, and I couldn’t help but grin. I looked over to my left and saw Dean completely passed out with the blanket barely covering his body. He looked tranquil, something I never thought I would see.
I slowly slipped my body out of the bed and headed to bathroom. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I noticed a shoebox tied with string in the garbage. I looked at it oddly, wondering why Dean would throw out a pair of shoes when he’d just gotten to town. I bent down and pulled the shoebox out. It seemed far too light to hold a pair of shoes. I untied the string and took off the top of the box. Instead of shoes, it was an odd assortment of miscellaneous items. On top, there was a watch, a notebook, and a pair of winter gloves. Why was all this stuff in the garbage? Part of me wondered if it was from an ex, but it all seemed like things that belonged to a man.
I heard a grunt behind me and turned around to see Dean pull himself out of bed. I slowly stood up, the shoebox in my hands. He turned to look at me, a satisfied expression on his face. Bu
t the second he saw what was in my hands, his expression faltered. “Where did you find that?” he asked, his tone steady.
“In the garbage. What is this stuff?” I asked, arching my eyebrow in confusion.
“Just some garbage I didn’t want. Don’t worry about it.”
I shrugged. “Okay. You don’t mind if I take this stuff with me then? My brother could use some of it.”
“No!” he yelled.
I jumped, completely taken aback by his reaction. “I thought it was garbage.”
He ripped the shoebox out of my hands. “Your brother’s not gonna want this junk.” He frowned and tossed it back into the garbage.
“I don’t think that’s just random garbage,” I pushed. “What is it?”
“Why can’t you stop? I said it’s just a bunch of junk, and it’s going out in the trash.”
I looked at him closely and saw the torment in his eyes.
“No, I’m not going to let this go,” I said steadily. “If you’re not going to talk to me about this as your doctor, then at least tell me now. I mean, you got what you wanted?”
He gave me a sharp glare. “Are you here as my doctor?”
“No, of course not, but I care about what’s bothering you, and something clearly is.” I leaned down and grabbed the shoebox once more. Then, I stared at him in determination, not willing to back down.
Dean sighed and sat down on the bed. He looked down at his feet. I sat down next to him, holding the box to my chest. “The stuff belonged to my best friend, Chris,” he said. “He died on that mission, the one you keep asking about. That stuff is all I have left of him.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Do you want to talk about him?”
Dean sighed again and then pushed his hands through his hair. “Not really. I don’t know. I don’t like thinking about it.” I smiled but said nothing, making sure to give him the space that he needed.