"I calculated the amount of time you've been away for work and with Savannah, and realized that I get the sloppy seconds. I don't even get quality time." She started crying again. "Do I have to get seriously hurt or be an alcoholic to get your attention first? When you caught me smoking last year, you at least had time to focus on me. Now—"
"Do you want me to leave Savannah alone?"
"No."
"Then what? I'm really confused," Caine said softly. "I need your help here. I can't read your mind; I only see your tears and they break my heart. I'm a man and sometimes we need to be hit over the head with a hammer because we are too dense to catch a hint. Spell it out for me. Please."
"I want you to initiate time with me, and that includes sex. I don't like to pursue; it makes me feel like I'm forcing you to make love to me. It also strips me of my sense of submission. If you initiated it, I wouldn't feel like I have to hijack you under the covers at a time when I knew you wouldn't be distracted, and that's only when you're sleeping. I know you're tired, but still…"
"I can do that. I'm also going to reduce my patient load so I can spend more time at home instead of on the road, okay?"
"You need that to make a living."
"Layton and I together do very well, so we'll be fine financially. You don't ever have to worry about that, I promise."
"Is it possible that I can come with you sometimes? I can help. I'm good at taking care of people." May looked up hopefully.
Caine bit his lip. "You would be fabulous, I agree. But as much as I would love to have your help, my insurance and the patient confidentiality laws don't allow an unqualified person to work under my license. I'm sorry."
"What if I went to school? I could get my nursing license and be your assistant, right? I wouldn't even have to get paid."
"You could, but do you really want to do that? You hate school and you've never shown any interest in nursing," he said.
"I'd do it so I can be with you more."
"May, you don't have to sacrifice your happiness to be with me. You are the most important person in my life and I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. Please give me a chance to show you, okay? I know words are cheap, but now that I know, I can fix things."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Might I ask what triggered you? I haven't seen you throw a fit like that since we first met. Frankly, it concerned both Layton and myself."
"I've never really talked about my father and what scumbag he is to anyone, and Savannah's father is the same way. It brought up all that anger and fear, and when you wouldn't let me feel that way, I exploded," she admitted.
"I don't remember telling you not to feel. Did I?" Caine asked with concern.
"You said I couldn't blow up the bastard, and then you jumped down my throat for swearing. I've never felt so much hate as I did for that man. I didn't even hate the men who raped me the way I hated him. This was the first time I've ever really expressed it, and you yelled at me."
"I never meant to invalidate your feelings, sweetheart. That hatred is understandable. He betrayed your trust. Little girls expect their daddies to take care of them and keep them safe."
"And he didn't. He never did. Everything else was more important to him than me," May said.
"So when I got on your case about your wanting to hurt Savannah's father in her defense, you took it as being dismissed."
"Yeah. Like I wasn't allowed to be angry and admit out loud what I wanted to do to him."
"And, vicariously, punish your own father for his abuse." Caine sighed, leaning back against the trunk. "I'm so sorry that I didn't catch on to what you were going through. I'll be honest; I was in the moment, too."
"Why? Your parents were awesome. They loved and cared about you, and never did any of those awful things."
Caine snapped a twig off the branch and twirled it in his hand, contemplating his answer. He decided to abandon his habit of carefully choosing words. "I know how much that son of a bitch hurt you, and when I heard about another girl being treated the same way, I started seeing red. I've been trained to put my feelings aside and solve problems, not react. I imposed that on you. I'll be honest; if either of those bastards were on an operating table and I had a scalpel in my hand, I probably would end up in jail because all I could think of was slicing their throats."
"Then I'd never see you," she said with a little smile. "You swore, too."
Caine held her face in his hands. "I'm human and I need to remember that it's okay to fuck up at times. That includes swearing. I love you, baby. I promise to try to be more of a daddy and less of a doctor, okay?"
"Okay. I love you, too. So am I allowed to cuss now?"
"Only when in your big girl and in private. Let's get back before Layton starts to worry that you pummeled me with pinecones and left me to die somewhere."
"Caine?" May asked as he pulled her against his chest. "Am I in trouble for the tantrum?"
He kissed her tenderly. "No. But I can't say the same for the plate. You threw scrambled eggs all over the place and we left Layton to clean it up."
"They were dry, anyway." She shrugged. "He overcooked them again."
"Don't tell him that. He'll mope, and I already have one emotional female to deal with. I can't handle another." Caine winked at her. "Don't you dare tell him I said that, either."
Hand in hand, the two walked back to the house where they found Layton sitting on the couch and reading a file.
"Seriously? You brought work with you? Put it away," Caine ordered, sitting next to him and pulling May onto his lap.
"I was just waiting for you guys to get back. Is everything all right?" Layton asked.
"Yes. We had a good talk and I'm going to work on being less of a jerk when I'm tired," Caine said.
"May?" Layton urged. "Are you all right? I'm worried about you. That tantrum was out of character."
"I know. I'm sorry I threw the eggs on the floor. I won't do it again."
"I'm not worried about the eggs, my love," Layton said, lifting her chin. "I'm worried about you. Can you tell me what happened?"
"The conversation brought her past back to life. It was just too much to handle and sent her off the deep end. She also made me promise not to do anything to that asshole that will send me to jail. Do you have any suggestions, Counselor?" Caine said.
Layton stared at his brother in disbelief. "You just said 'asshole' in front of May. May? Did you hear him? He said asshole!"
"He said a lot worse earlier. He also gave me permission to swear if I'm a big girl and in private," May said.
"Within reason. I don't want you turning into a potty mouth. It's bad enough I have to listen to Layton. Now, big brother, will you please try to help here? Can you think of anything we can do to prevent this man from coming after Ian and Savannah that won't put us in jail?" Caine asked.
"As a matter of fact, I have. While you were out messing around, I was in here working," Layton gloated. He handed Caine a legal pad that had several numbers and dates written on it.
"What's this?"
"Warrant listings for his arrest. Theft, assault and battery, destruction of private property, public intoxication, disorderly conduct… Twelve counts in all, and most of them are from Vegas. I contacted the sheriff's department up there and apprised them of the situation. They are working on an extradition request right now. I then contacted the Dallas department and they want him, too. He's been dodging the bullet for over fifteen years."
"How?" Caine asked.
"He's changed his name. He's got a minimum of twenty known aliases, and double the amount of false residences. He's not even listed on the one Ian was living in," Layton said.
"You're shitting me! Did you tell them where he is?" Caine asked.
"I have to say, listening to you swear is giving me a hard on…" Layton teased.
"Just answer him!" May scolded. "Do the cops know where to find him?"
"Yes, I told them of his last known whereabouts. However, thi
s asshole is slimy." He winked at May. "If they can't catch him, we might have to set a trap."
"You're thinking of using Savannah, aren't you? She isn't going to go for it. He terrifies her. Caine, tell him!" May pleaded.
"Actually, I was thinking about using Ian. Let's have him go to the old construction site and provide a trail for this animal to follow. I'll also send out a private investigator to try to locate his position and the type of car he's driving," Layton added.
"If he follows Ian home, then we can ambush him! You're brilliant," Caine praised. "Of course, that might mean that May will need an arsenal of pinecones to bring him down if he comes on to the property."
"Would you really let me do that?" she asked.
"Fuck, yeah," Caine said. May and Layton looked at each other and then broke into smiles.
***
"I admit that this was a good idea," Caine sighed, stretching out on the inner tube and enjoying the sun. He lifted his sunglasses to peek at his wife, who was floating between him and Layton. "May? My cock is lonely. Come give it some love."
"In public? You are asking for a blow job in public? What is wrong with you?" Layton exclaimed, pushing himself up to stare.
"There's no one around and I adore the feel of her mouth on me."
"Did Hell freeze over or something? You're swearing in front of her, devising violent takedowns, and now this. Did you hit your head? You're not sick, are you?" Layton asked.
"No, I just have a new understanding of the balance between being a doctor, a daddy and a dom." Caine sighed happily as her mouth wrapped around his cock. "I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time about playing, Layton. You needed to have the chance to chill and relax, too, and your uncle mode allows that."
"I guess we're both finding our place in this dynamic. We've never had a real Little to share before, only a wannabe."
"May, I bet Layton's cock is lonely, too. You can share your mouth, if you want to," Caine said, sprawling back on the inner tube.
"That's okay. I want you to enjoy her."
"That's mighty generous of you. Of course, she's going to get me so hard that I'm going to need something more than her mouth."
"Would you like me to lift her up there? If she puts her knees on either side of the tube, she can straddle you," Layton suggested.
"That sounds fabulous. May? Let go for a second and be careful of your teeth," Caine said, stretching out his arms to hold her around the waist as Layton lifted her from the water. "Open your knees and get comfortable."
"But my bathing suit—"
"Layton? Hand me your pocket knife." Caine opened the blade and then slipped his fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He carefully sliced a hole in the crotch and then widened it to expose her soft lips. Handing the knife back to his amused brother, he then positioned her legs to dangle on either side of his body within the water. "Lean back and close your eyes."
Looking around hesitantly for observers, May did as she was instructed. She gasped when she felt Caine part her pink lips. "I've never gotten over the beauty of the female genitalia," he said softly, running his finger along the soft folds. "I think that is one reason why I became an obstetrician. What an amazing design this is, and for the sole purpose of pleasure."
May squirmed uncomfortably. "Do you have to talk?"
"I do, especially since I know how much being probed embarrasses you. I don't understand why, because you have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." He grasped her vulva gently and spread the wings wide to look closer. "It's been a long time since I've done an exam on you. When we get home, I'm going to play doctor."
"Nooo…"
He slid his finger into her warm slit. "You say no, but your body says yes. In fact, I think I'm going to be a little more detailed and examine this, as well," Caine announced, withdrawing his finger from her pussy and tracing the outer ring of her anus. "I believe I have an anal speculum in my bag."
"I've never seen that type of exam. Can I watch?" Layton asked.
"Absolutely. May loves having an audience, don't you?" Caine asked, returning his attention to her clit.
"Not really."
He ignored her. "I love how excited she gets when her little button is played with. Layton, watch how it swells and changes color!"
"You're embarrassing me," May groaned.
Caine twisted his wrist, gently plunged three fingers into her pussy and then started to make tiny circles over her clit with his thumb. May bucked and grabbed the canvas handles of the inner tube, tilting her pelvis so he had room to maneuver.
"You have amazing hands," she gasped, tightening her muscles as he stroked his fingers back and forth.
"Don't you dare cum," he whispered. "Fight back. Tighten all your muscles and only let go when you need to."
"I can't…"
"Do it!" His sharp command forced her to obey. "Tighter… I'll tell you when it's time to let go and I want you to follow my instructions."
"I'm so close…" she panted, straining against the need to release.
"Not yet. I can feel your body opening inside." He pressed deeper, touching her cervix, and then pulled back, stroking her g-spot. "Feel this?"
"Mother of—please let me cum!"
"Not yet. Soon, though. Squeeze." He increased his pressure against her nerve bundles, his hand drenched in her juices. "When I say go, I want you to bear down against my hand as hard as you can. Try to push it out. Go!"
May pushed, releasing a stream of milky fluid as her body clenched his fingers in an iron hold. "Holy… fuck… damn!"
"Don't stop, it's not over," Caine said, increasing the movement of his thumb against her clit. She jerked upwards, her back arching wildly in spastic jolts. He kept his hand in place without moving, allowing just the pressure to stimulate another wave of climactic pleasure. When her muscles softened, he gently withdrew and placed both hands on her thighs.
"Are you alive?" he asked softly.
"No," May purred, her eyes closed to the sun. "What a wonderful way to die. Wow. What did you do to me? Did I pee on you?"
"Nope, you ejaculated. Did you enjoy that?"
"I feel like a puddle," she said, hanging her arms limply over the edges of the float with her head tilted all the way backwards. "I can't move."
"Stay there. I like the view," Caine said with a chuckle, tickling her pussy as it peeked out through the hole in her suit.
Without moving her body or opening her eyes, she reached for his hand and weakly squeezed it. "Thank you for listening to me. That's all I wanted."
Caine kissed her knuckles. "Thank you for being honest and telling me how you've been feeling. I—we—just want you to be happy."
"I am. Do we really have to play doctor when we get home?" She opened one eye to squint at him.
Caine and Layton looked at one another and then boisterously stated, "Yes!"
"Just asking," she said with a defeated sigh.
Chapter 12
"I'm hungry." May yawned as they entered the house. "I got a sunburn."
"Did you?" Layton asked, gently kissing her red shoulders. "Weren't you told to wear sunscreen?"
"I did, but it wore off. Ow, easy, big boy," she demanded as his lips inched up to the side of her neck, where he promptly nipped her.
"How about an early dinner and then I can check you out?" Caine suggested, winking at Layton as May groaned.
"I was hoping you'd forget that. Do I have to?"
"We already talked about this and the answer is yes. You don't want to deny Caine his evening of fun, do you?" Layton said.
"He had fun today, didn't he?"
"Oh, stop the pouting. I want a different kind of fun, and you'll love every minute of it," Caine said, tweaking her nose.
"I hate being prodded and poked."
"Which is what makes it more fun for me. I get to go 'Layton' on your little ass when you fight me."
"You're scaring me. Stop smiling like the Cheshire Cat that just ate Alice's canary."
Layton laughed and tousled her hair. "That's a very interesting visual, my love. Go shower and put on your robe, then come back down for dinner."
"Fine. What are we having?" May grumbled.
"Double decker BLT's. Gimme your face." Caine squeezed her cheeks with his own hand and forced her to purse her lips. "What a pretty girl you are! I love you." He kissed her and then sent her off with a light swat on the rump.
"She's really concerned, huh?" he asked his brother.
"Sure seems like it. That's good, though," Layton said, sliding a baking tray with bacon into the oven. "It will keep her guessing, and a change of routine is always a good thing for arousal. How far are you going to take it tonight?"
"I've got some ideas that should interest you. Just play along as my assistant."
"Gotcha, Doc. Do you want me to set up the nursery after we're done? Sri has the necessary equipment in there. Where did you put your bag? I'll bring it upstairs."
"That would be great, thank you. My bag's in our room. I wish I had a lab coat with me."
"I'm willing to bet that Sri has one in her closet, knowing her. She also has a whole chest of miscellaneous medical equipment."
"I know, I gave it to her," Caine said, slicing a tomato. "So, here's the plan…"
***
"That was yummy, thank you," May said, rubbing her stomach after the meal. "Nap time."
"That could be arranged if you want to wear a diaper," Caine said, his eyes twinkling.
"I don't do diapers. Hard pass," she retorted.
"You're planning on giving the doctor a hard time this evening, aren't you, Mrs. Marshall?" Layton asked.
"Mrs. Marshall? Why would you call me that?"
"Your husbands have informed my staff that you've been having some unusual issues in regards to your sexual health, madam. They've asked me to examine you and determine a proper treatment plan," Caine said, crossing his arms and offering a stern expression.
May was quiet for a moment as she contemplated the initiation of role-play. She cleared her throat and said with a straight face, "I assure you, Dr. Caine, the issue is not mine. Neither of my husbands have the stamina to meet my needs. They are rather well-seasoned and long in the tooth, you know, and it's very difficult for them to keep up with me."
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