“Shut up,” I giggle, playfully punching him in his side.
“Really. I wasn’t as bad as you made me out to be, but I could have been better. Plus, any time I saw you, I always decided to make myself look worse just to piss you off.”
“So, you didn’t sleep with that bridesmaid at Brandon’s wedding?”
“Are you kidding? No. I had to get up too early the next morning to take a tumor out of my patient's left temporal lobe. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now because of the almost-empty bottle of scotch and messy clothes, but I’m more responsible than you think.”
“Yeah, but today you have a good reason to let go, Caden. We can’t always hold ourselves together. Sometimes, the already-tethered string breaks.”
“How about your strings?”
I take a few beats to answer him, remembering the day I came disconnected. “My strings broke a month ago.”
His arms squeeze me tight, knowing the day I'm referencing. The day I clawed to get to Brandon’s body, but Caden held me back. “Do you think you’ll ever get them back?” he asks.
In this very moment, I already feel my soul centering and connecting back together. The process is slow, but it’s there, and that is all that matters. “Yeah, I do. I’m starting to feel them now, actually.”
He turns his head and gives me a small, drunken smile. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.” I place a chaste kiss on his lips, almost tasting the burn of the scotch that remains on his mouth. I turn my head and settle back down on his chest, feeling the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart, reminding me that he is alive, yet infected with infliction—just like me.
And I’ve never felt more at home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Molly
I wake up with his arms wrapped around me. Sometime in the night, we switched positions, and now we are on our sides, spooning. His strong embrace makes me feel safe and warm, but I need to get up and check the messages on my phone to make sure Amelia’s father hasn’t called about Posie. A bomb could have gone off last night, and we wouldn’t have woken up. We were out.
Stretching, I lift my arms above my head and reach my feet toward the end of the couch. Caden groans when my ass hits his very hard cock tenting his pants. I glance out the window to see that it is still dark, so maybe it isn’t as late as I think it is.
“You keep doing that, you’re going to have a pussy full of cock,” he mumbles against my shoulder and nips, making me gasp.
I push back again to test his threat, and his hand lands on my hip, pulling my ass against him harder. “I warned you,” he says as he nips my ear, pulling the T-shirt above my ass and slapping it. “I love it when you wear my shirts. It’s so fucking hot. It gets me so hard.”
“Caden,” I moan, rocking back and forth.
“This is going to be quick, Molly.”
“Yes,” I hiss, tilting my head back, searching for his ethereal kiss.
His hand sneaks under my shirt, slides up my ribcage, and cups my breast. His finger rolls my nipple back and forth, until it’s so hard it hurts. He pinches it, and the sensation sends a gush of cream between my legs, soaking my panties.
“One of these days, I’m going to use you. One of these days, you’re going to wrap your pretty mouth around my cock and let me fuck it, aren’t you?”
I whimper, gripping the cushion of the couch so hard, I worry it will rip.
“You better answer me,” he says, feathering his touch down my body until he cups my aching pussy through my panties.
I nod, unable to speak. I’m afraid whatever comes out of my mouth next will be profanities and pleas.
“Words, sunshine.” He works my panties off until they pool around my ankles. He slides his hands through my folds, testing to see how wet I am. When slick sounds fill the air, he growls, amping my lust up five more notches. My skin feels like it is on fire, ready to combust.
“Yes,” I say, and the word comes out more as a whimper, but I keep the answer short since my mind is on the fritz with his filthy mouth.
He kisses my neck, licking the flesh right below my ear and making me mewl. “I love how responsive you are to me. I love that I’m the first man to make you feel like this. The last, too. ”
My heart opens to his words, bombarding me with an overwhelming amount of love and need. My clit throbs, my hole pulsates, and now I’m the one drunk off his pheromones. He squeezes me, barricading me with one arm as the other makes itself at home between my legs. I start to purr, mewling when he rubs my swollen ruby.
“I’ve never wanted something so bad,” I confess, wishing we were facing one another so I could taste those lips.
He rolls us off the couch and positions us where my back is still to his front, and I’m bent over the couch. He bites into my shoulder and inserts his knee between my legs, spreading them as far and as wide as he can. The panties that are trapped around my ankles snap and fly across the room in a torn heap. If he keeps ripping my panties, I’m going to have to buy them in bulk.
“I’m dying to be inside you.”
“Then get inside me.” I pound my fist against the couch, trying to convey that I want him to get on with it.
He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and causing my scalp to sting. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy good, sunshine.”
The rustle of his pants falling to the floor makes me groan. I’m dying for him to be inside of me. I ache for it. I crave it. I need to be satisfied soon. I feel like I will die if he doesn’t get inside me within the next three seconds.
My mouth drops open on a silent moan when he rubs his wide tip through my wet lips. “One day, I want to fuck you just like this. I just want to slide along your surface, pinch your clit, and when you come, I’ll shoot my seed so deep inside you, you'll feel it for the rest of the day.”
“Caden,” I say as I move my head to the side, officially drunk from his words.
Without warning, he thrusts all the way inside me with one long stroke, bottoming out. Both of us moan, and he drops his forehead on my shoulder to gather himself.
Well, I don’t want him gathered.
I clench my pussy, causing him to gasp. “Behave, sunshine.”
“No.”
I clench my walls again, and a demonic sound roars from his lips. He pushes my head down until my cheek is against the couch. He uses the other hand to latch on my hip, keeping my ass steady as he starts to create a rhythm. He moves faster and faster, gliding along my walls with ease. He reaches around and finds my hard, swollen clit begging for attention. He flicks it so hard, it makes a popping noise. The intense sensation causes me to clench around him, and he growls, flicking my sore clit again.
And again.
“I’m going to come,” I say between pants.
“You aren’t going to come until I say you can.”
“Caden,” I whine, circling my hips on his long, steel rod.
“Don’t back talk me, sunshine. Or I’ll have you here all day. Until your knees hurt, and your pussy is wrecked.” He moves my hair off my shoulder, teasing the shell of my ear. When my breath hitches, I feel his lips turn into a smile. “I think you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I bite my lip when he flexes his hips, launching the missile between his legs inside my heat. I want it to explode. I want us to explode. I want his come to detonate inside me.
He spins me around in one fluid motion and wraps my legs around his waist. My ass is settled on his thighs and his arms are hooked over my shoulders, driving me down so he can get every inch of himself in me. My mouth drops open as I claw my nails down his back. “Caden, yes!” I start fucking him this time, moving my hips back and forth. My clit drags along his pubic hair, making my nerve endings dilate.
“Come with me.”
His demand is easy to meet when I’ve been holding back my orgasm for the last ten minutes. I toss my head back and let out a loud cry full of passion. I scream his name at the top of my lungs, c
oming harder than I ever have, and sending wave after wave of nectar down his veins.
He snaps his hips and pulls me down hard. His cock stretches me further, plumping, expanding, and taking up every inch of space. “Fuck. That’s it.” He grunts and spills his come inside me, thrusting his hips with every spurt.
He rides out the waves of his orgasm, using me as a vessel for his seed. He groans and grunts, flexing his hips every now and then, when another tremor rocks through him. He pulls me back by my hair, his front and my back colliding. He turns my face and takes my lips in a hungry kiss. He bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it and dropping his head on my left shoulder.
My shirt is still on, covering my waist.
“It gets better every time,” he says, trying to catch his breath.
When I go to answer him, the doorknob jiggles. We don’t have time to move from our position before the door slams open, and Kenna walks in, carrying a few bags of groceries. “Oh my god!” She drops the plastic bags, covers her eyes, and turns around. The fruit thuds against the floor and rolls.
I look to my left to see an apple stopping at the edge of the sofa. I reach for it as my stomach grumbles. I want breakfast, no matter how delicious his dick is. He makes sure we don’t disconnect by keeping my hips in place. I bring the apple to my mouth and take a big bite. The juices burst into my mouth, and I moan.
“Can you not moan when you are in that position,” Kenna says, her back still turned to us.
Caden laughs silently, and his entire body moves up and down from the laughter. I mean, his entire body. I slap his hand and tell him to stop because his cock is half hard, and when he moves, it feels good. I don’t want to feel that good in front of Kenna.
“Sorry. I grabbed an apple. I was hungry. You can turn around. It’s safe,” I say, biting into the red apple again.
Her purple hair spins as she twirls around, staring at us with…pride? I’m pretty sure that is what pride looks like. “Damn, still dressed? Couldn’t even wait to get naked? I’m impressed. You’re so naughty, Molly.” She winks, gathering the spilled fruit and dropping it in the kitchen. “I’m going to go to my room and wait a decent amount of time before coming back out. Ciao,” she says as she waves, disappearing down the hall. I wait until I hear her door shut before letting out a relieved breath.
“Maybe I need to hook her up with my friend, Charles.”
“Can we not talk about matchmaking with your cock still inside me?”
“That’s fair. Hold on tight.”
I start to ask him what he means when he starts to stand up. I wrap my legs around him tighter and hold on to his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“I’m nowhere near done with you, sunshine.” He starts to walk toward the steps, and his semi-erection turns full blown, scrapping against my swollen pussy.
I gasp when he takes one stair at a time. It makes his cock bob inside me, thrusting in different directions. My face heats, and I hide it in his jacket. He takes another step, and that’s when I hear how wet I am. I gather his blazer in my mouth and bite down, not realizing that I bit down on skin, too.
“When we get in the bed, you’re riding me. I want to see that gorgeous body on top of me. I want to see your tits bouncing from using me. Is that understood?” he whispers, taking another step.
“Yes, Caden.” I flip my hair back, trusting him to hold onto me as I bend backward, enjoying what it feels like to be a wanted woman.
“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? I’m a lucky man,” he compliments me, and then kicks the bedroom door open and slams it shut.
He sits on the bed first and then lays down. This entire time, we have not broken the connection. He has been lodged inside of me the entire time without slipping. He puts his hands behind his head as he gets comfortable. “Do your worst, sunshine.”
My hands flatten against his chest, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath my touch. I move my hair over one shoulder and lean forward. I push down, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Fuck, I needed to see this. Do you know how good you look up there? That’s where you belong, Molly. Naked, wet, and riding my cock.”
And damn, I never want to be anywhere else ever again.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Caden
“You practically have a skip in your step, Dr. Jackson,” Nancy, the older nurse who caught me outside of the O.R. a few weeks back, says. She sits behind the main desk on the fourth floor, which is the neuro department, and taps a pencil on the counter as she evaluates me. “Something is different about you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nancy.” I decide to be a little coy and secretive about it.
She narrows her eyes at me, making me feel a little naked with how hard she is staring. I break the contact and update a medical chart that I have in my hand. “You know, my teenage grandson has the same look on his face. I think Dr. Jackson is in love,” she sings, swinging back and forth in her chair.
I tilt my head back and laugh, staring at the smile that wrinkles her face. “You are a Nosey Nancy, aren’t you?”
“It isn’t the first time I’ve been told that, and it won’t be the last. Tell me, who is she? What is she like?”
I lay the pen down on the counter and lean against the desk. “She is my best friend’s sister, for one.”
“Oh, now that sounds like a daytime soap opera. Tell me more. I’m behind on my soaps.”
“You are sassy.”
“You have to be when you get to be my age.”
“You don’t look a day over twenty-five, Nancy.”
“Flattering. Now, talk.” She crosses her ankles as she places her feet on the desk. She tosses a M&M in the air and catches it in her mouth.
“She is…well she was my best friend’s sister. He died a month back.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear.”
“It’s okay. It’s been hard, but Molly and I... that’s her name. We have been getting through the pain together. We have been trying to find our way back.”
“It takes time,” she says, tossing another piece of candy into the air.
“Yeah, I’m starting to see that. Anyway, she and I have always been at each other’s throats. We hardly got along. Well, we never got along. But now…”
“Now that you have something in common, you have gotten to know each other through each other’s pain. That’s so beautiful. Tell me more,” she sighs, holding her chin in the palm of her hand as she stares off into oblivion.
“Wow, you watch so many soaps. I think that is called an addiction.”
She scowls at me, shaking herself from the hypnotic daze she put herself under. “I call it being romantically hopeful. Shame on you for chastising an old lady like me.”
“Please, you are far from old. Have you met you?”
“Yes, I know. I’m dashing. So, what’s the happy ending?”
“Sorry?”
“The happy ending between you and Molly. What is it? How is it ending?”
I stumble over my answer, not sure what to say. I’ve thought about a lot of things with Molly, but our ending hasn’t been one of them.
She puts her feet down and stands. “Oh, now this is good. It’s to be continued, isn’t it?”
“What? It can be when it’s still going. I don’t want us to end, Nancy.”
“Stupid boy. I’m not saying you are ending. I’m asking what’s the final verdict of your relationship. What’s going to happen next? Will it be happy?”
I open my mouth to answer when Chief of Neuro, Dr. Rawlings, shouts my name from his office. “Dr. Jackson! Can I see you in my office for a moment?”
“Oh, someone is in trouble,” Nancy says, like a child.
“Real mature, Nancy.”
“I’m old, not boring.” She shoots me a wink before I turn around and stride toward my bosses office. Of course, I do feel young at the moment, like I'm going to the principal's office.
I give her
one last glance before disappearing into Dr. Rawlings' office and sitting down in a large leather chair. His office is stale and smells like crackers. The walls are painted a dull grey, and he has no lights on inside. It resembles a prison cell, in a way. “You wanted to see me?”
He takes off his glasses, setting them on top of a very large stack of papers. “Yes, I did. Do you like it here in Glendive, Dr. Jackson?”
“It isn’t where I thought I would be, but surprisingly, yes, I like it.”
“Good. That’s good, because what I am about to tell you... well, I hope it doesn’t deter you from that.”
“What’s going on, Dr. Rawlings?”
He clears his throat, the chair squeaking as he leans back. “Ever since you came here, we have had patients from all over the world come to Glendive specifically. And your mortality rate is so low. You don’t lose many patients.”
“I’ve lost four within the last month, Dr.Rawlings.”
“I saw those patient profiles. You were trying to give them life when they didn’t have much time anyway. There would have been no way to get those tumors and leave clean margins. You aren’t a god. You’re a doctor. But the number of people you help, compared to the number of people who die? You are an extraordinary surgeon and losing you would look very bad for this hospital. I know we are small, and we aren’t very award-winning, considering we are in the middle of nowhere—”
“—What are you saying?”
“I’ll give you a salary increase. It won’t be much, but I’ll let you create your own schedule or have more time off.” He fumbles through all the paperwork on his desk, searching for something. “Give me a minute. It’s in here somewhere.”
“Dr. Rawlings. Slow down, please. What are you talking about?”
“It’s here. Just give me a second, okay?”
“Dr. Rawlings!” I raise my voice, and he finally peers up at me, lifting his brows.
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