“My hero,” Sebastian shrieks behind me and grabs me in a hug.
I’m stunned for a moment, but when he starts to cry, I hug him back. He’s a head shorter than me, and I can clearly see the weird looks from the other people standing around the nurses’ station.
“You’re okay, it’s just shock,” I say to comfort him.
My words make him cry harder, and I seriously don’t give a flying fuck what the other people might think. My friend is upset, and there’s no way in hell that I won’t comfort him.
Keeping my arm around him, I guide him down the hallway and into the nearest waiting room. I spot tissues and grab a few.
“Here you go,” I whisper, surprised by how protective I feel of him.
He removes one arm from around me and takes it with a trembling hand. We stand with our arms wrapped around each other, as he wipes the tears from his face.
I glance at Leigh, and the look on her face takes my breath away. It’s a life-altering moment when you see the woman you love looking back at you with admiration.
When Sebastian calms down, he gives me another hug.
“Our baby-girl did good,” he whispers hoarsely. “She saved my ass. Poor Ryan would’ve been devastated if I died. I mean, it’s a really great ass.”
Sebastian turns and shows me his ass which makes me laugh.
“Yeah, Ryan is a lucky man,” I say between bouts of laughter.
“Thank you for taking care of Dr. Pussy-deprived,” Sebastian says, returning to his usual sassy self.
I’m still recovering from laughing when the next fit hits. “Pussy-deprived?” I ask as I try to gasp for air.
“Yeah, it’s actually sad. I think he’s so grumpy because he doesn’t get laid. Then again, he’s so sour I bet his dick is all shriveled.”
When I finally stop laughing, I take hold of his shoulder and pull him to my chest.
“Are you okay?”
He hugs me back and nods against my chest.
“I am. My make-up is ruined, but that can be fixed.”
He pulls back, and excitement makes his eyes shine.
“You know what this calls for?”
I shake my head.
“A double date,” he shrieks while clapping his hands. “I’ll call Ryan and tell him to get ready.”
“I need to check on Marcus before you call him. If Marcus is stable, we can go out to dinner.”
Sebastian pushes Leigh out the door. “What are you waiting for? Go do your rounds.”
When the door closes behind Leigh, Sebastian turns back to me. A tear rolls down his cheek, which makes me step closer.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, I ask, “You okay?”
He nods and looks up at me with such a sincere expression, it hits me right in the gut.
“Thank you, Jaxson.”
“For what? I didn’t do much.”
“Dr. Langley makes it abundantly clear every chance he gets, that he’s homophobic. You treated me like a human. To me, it makes all the difference in the world. People don’t always understand what it’s like to be a woman trapped in a man’s body. They tend to judge me because I’m different.”
I make a promise right here to never treat Sebastian and Ryan any different from the way I would treat the other women in my life.
I pull him to my chest and press a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s because they don’t bother to see the amazing person you are.” I look down at him so he can see that I mean what I say. “It doesn’t matter what sex you are, Sebastian. You have a beautiful soul, babe. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Go fix your make-up while I check on Marcus.”
∞∞∞
LEIGH
Marcus looks better than I expected.
“I have your surgery scheduled for the twenty-ninth at five pm. Dr. Magliato will assist me. You’ll be in good hands, Marcus,” I say as I complete the chart.
“Thanks, Doc.”
I smile at him. “You’re welcome. Relax until then.”
I walk out just as Jaxson is coming in. We meet in the doorway, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Is he okay?” he whispers.
“Yes, he just needs to rest. Is Sebastian okay?”
Jaxson smiles reassuringly at me. “He is. I’ll be here while you finish up.”
“I’ll come get you.” I squeeze his arm before returning to my rounds.
When I’m done, and I peek into Marcus’ room, I smile widely. Jaxson is playing cards with him.
“Dude, just because you’re sick doesn’t mean I’ll let you cheat. Take back that card.”
“It slipped,” Marcus grumbles.
“Hey guys.” I walk in and it’s only then that I realize Willow isn’t here. “Where’s Willow? I thought she was coming?”
“I don’t want her here,” Marcus snaps coldly.
“I’m taking my girl out to dinner. Try to get some sleep,” Jaxson says as he gets up.
He takes hold of my arm and starts to pull me from the room.
“Night, Marcus,” I say over my shoulder before the door shuts behind us.
“Sorry about that,” I apologize. “I thought they were back together.”
Jaxson links our hands and brings the back of my hand to his mouth. He presses a kiss to my skin.
“It’s okay, Doc. I swear those two are giving me whiplash. I really thought they would last this time, but Marcus broke it off this morning.”
“I need to phone her later to hear how she’s handling it.”
Jaxson presses the button for the elevator, and I lean into his side as we wait. It’s nice to have him here. I didn’t think he would fit into my world, but after seeing him with Sebastian, it’s clear that I was worried for no reason.
“Sebastian went to pick up Ryan. They’ll meet us at the restaurant.”
We step into the elevator and I turn my body into his. I place my hand on his jaw, wanting to feel the bristliness on my skin.
“Thank you for being such an incredible man and for comforting Sebastian. I know he can get quite emotional, but I love him.”
“He’s my friend too. Sebastian and I have something pretty remarkable in common.”
“What? It’s definitely not your sense of style. I can’t imagine you wearing pink lipstick.”
He lets out a burst of laughter before he whispers, “You. We have you.” He turns his face into my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
“You’re never getting rid of me.”
“Oh yeah?” I tease as I curl my fingers into his shirt. “Not even when I start spouting facts?”
He shakes his head. “Not even when you throw equations at me.”
His hands slip to my butt, and he grabs me tightly, lifting me up against his body. His mouth trails over my jaw, until it reaches my ear.
“I need to get the dating out of the way, so we can get to the sex part of this relationship.”
I can feel his hard length pressing into me, and it makes me groan.
“I can’t wait either,” I admit.
Chapter 12
JAXSON
When we get to the restaurant, Sebastian and Ryan are already waiting. When we get to the table, Ryan gets out of his seat and hugs me.
He doesn’t need to say anything, as the grateful look he gives me says it all.
After we’ve placed our order, I ask, “So how long have you been married?”
“We celebrated our fifth anniversary this past October. My delicious chunk of hunk can’t get enough of me,” Sebastian says, placing his hand over Ryan’s.
“Oh wow, congrats.”
The waitress brings our drinks, and I lift my glass to the men across from me.
“Here’s to another fifty years.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Ryan says. He presses a tender kiss to Sebastian’s mouth, and when I look at Leigh, it’s to catch her smiling up at me.
“How did you and Leigh meet,” Sebastian asks.
“She spilled soda all over herself and
then called me an asshole.”
“You were laughing at me,” Leigh says, pretending to look offended.
“Yeah, I guess I deserved it.”
Everyone laughs, and the conversation flows smoothly, the only interruption being when the waitress brings our orders.
I learn that Sebastian and Ryan were best friends in school. They were both in love with each other, but neither had the guts to make the first move until they moved in together. Ryan liked to sleep in the nude, and when Sebastian brought him some coffee, it turned into an X-rated movie.
“I didn’t go to the prom because I was hung up on this ass next to me,” Sebastian says. “He took a date. I was jealous as hell and let me tell you, green is so not my color.”
“Did you go to your prom?” Leigh asks me, and it reminds me she never attended school and had missed out on those experiences.
“No, I didn’t. I think Logan was the only one… oh wait, that was for Mia’s prom. None of us went to ours.”
“Willow once told me you had tutors. At what age did you graduate from school?”
“Thirteen. I spent six years in Boston and then I met you. You know the rest.”
“What’s your favorite memory of when you were a kid?” I need to hear her tell me something normal.
“Let me think.” She takes a sip of her wine and smiles. “I was four. Mom gave me my very own first aid bag. It had a real stethoscope in it. That night I fell asleep listening to her heart beating. That’s when I realized I wanted to learn everything I could about the heart.”
I watch her eyes light up at the memory, and I make a promise to myself to do my best to keep that light shining inside of her.
“What’s your favorite memory?” she asks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
“That’s easy,” I say, smiling as the memory flashes through my mind. “I had anger issues during my senior year. One day a kid pissed me off, and I punched him. So there I was, waiting to have my ass handed to me by the principal when Mr. Hayes walked in. He drove me to our local gym and took out a contract for me. He spent the entire afternoon punching a bag with me. He always had time for me. I can’t remember him ever saying no to anything.”
“I’m sorry you lost him,” she whispers.
“I didn’t lose him, Doc. He’s everywhere I look. He’s in every lesson he taught me. Whenever something bad happens, I hear his patient voice telling me what to do.”
“Aww… you’re going to make me cry, and it took me ten minutes to put on my mascara,” Sebastian says.
Our plates have just been cleared, and we’re finishing our drinks. Anticipation starts to build in my chest as it’s almost time to go home. I booked a room at the hotel, but I’m saying a silent prayer that Leigh will invite me to stay over at her place. I want to spend every moment with her.
“It’s time to go, my delicious chunk of hunk,” Sebastian says to Ryan.
“You guys go. The night is on me,” I say when Ryan reaches for his wallet.
“Thanks, babes,” Sebastian says, and when he slides out of his chair, he comes over to kiss my cheek. “Take care of our girl,” he whispers before he pulls away.
“Are you my chunk of hunk?” Leigh asks teasingly once they’ve left.
I slip my hand under the table and place it on her thigh. It’s a pity she’s wearing pants. Not taking my eyes away from hers, I move my hand up an inch until my fingers brush against the V between her legs.
I lean in and whisper seductively, “As long as you know that this is mine.” I tighten my hold over her pussy which makes her cheeks flush. “I’m planning on burying my cock deep in your pussy the second we get to your place.”
“Then you better settle the bill, Mr. West.”
Fuck me.
My hand shoots into the air, and I call our waitress. Leigh laughs as I hurry to settle the bill. When I’ve paid, I grab Leigh’s hand and practically drag her out of the restaurant.
The drive to her place is pure torture. I’m sitting in the back of a cab with a hard-on. I don’t even bother adjusting myself. The second he pulls up to Leigh’s place, I toss the money on the passenger seat and drag Leigh out behind me.
Her laughter fills the air, and she yanks her hand free from mine. She walks slowly to her front door while trying to suppress her smile.
“Stop the teasing and open the door, Doc,” I growl behind her.
“Maybe we should go for a walk?” she asks. Her eyes are sparkling in the moonlight, as she glances over her shoulder.
I close the distance between us and press my chest hard against her back. I slip an arm around her waist to keep her in place and grab her breast with my left hand. I squeeze her soft flesh until her back arches.
“Open the fucking door, or I swear I will take you right here.”
I slip my right hand down her abdomen and over her pussy. My fingers find her nipple and I pinch it as I lower my face to her neck. I start to suck on her sensitive skin, as I rub her pussy through her pants.
Satisfied, I watch as she unlocks the front door with a trembling hand. The second she opens the door, I push her inside and kick it closed behind us. I grab the front of her shirt and yank it, letting buttons pop free as the material gives way. I throw the ripped shirt on the floor and unclasp her bra. When I have it off her, I turn her around and grabbing her ass, I lift her up against my body. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and we breathe heavily as I walk in the direction I think her room might be.
“Where is your room?” I growl as I sink my fingers deeper into her ass. I can feel the heat from her pussy on my fingertips, and it makes my cock strain painfully against my pants.
“End of the hall,” she breathes.
When I reach the room, I grind the words out, “Switch on the light. I want to see you clearly.”
She hits blindly at the wall, and on her second try, she hits the switch.
I spot the bed and walk over to it, not caring what her place looks like. I’ll take a look once I’ve had my fill of her.
Dropping her on the bed, I reach for her pants and quickly unbutton it. I yank the zip down, and when it gets stuck, I grab hold of the waistband and yank it down her legs. I’m relieved when her panties move with the pants. It saves me time.
I throw the clothes to the side and sink down to my knees in front of her. Grabbing hold of her hips, I jerk her body to the edge of the bed. She tries to close her legs, but I take hold of her thighs and shove them open as I move my shoulders in the way. Without giving her any warning, I latch onto her pussy, and I suck hard.
“Jaxson!” she shrieks as her hips bow off the bed. Placing an arm over her abdomen, I force her back down on the mattress.
She grabs my hair as I suck again, but instead of pulling me away, she fists my hair and pushes me harder against her.
I’ll take it easy on her later. Right now I have six-years-worth of sexual frustration to fuck out of my system.
I lick and suck her clit until she’s tossing on the bed.
I thrust a finger inside of her and curl it, which is all it takes. Her body starts to tense and I back off, letting the orgasm fade away.
She lets out a frustrated groan and glares at me as I unzip my pants and pull my cock free. I quickly roll on a condom.
I crawl over her and slipping my arm under her, I lift her to me and crawl further up the bed. I drop her and grabbing my cock, I position it at her entrance. I have no restraint left as I surge into her with one powerful stroke.
Her hands claw at the covers as her body arches, and I take advantage of the moment to suck her breast into my mouth. I wrap my arm around her, liking the position a lot. Grabbing a pillow, I shove it under her.
I pull out, and as I bite down on her nipple, I drive my cock back into her tight pussy.
Fuck, this is what I’ve wanted all these years.
My thrusts grow harder and deeper, and I relish in the feel of her tight muscles squeezing me. Her moans and quick breaths are music
to my ears.
When she starts to tremble beneath me, I move faster and lifting my head, I watch her come apart.
∞∞∞
LEIGH
I can’t move.
Feeling boneless, I wait for Jaxson to come back from the bathroom. He’s still dressed. Once he grabbed hold of me outside the front door, there was no stopping us.
He comes out of the bathroom and just like the first time we made love, he brings a warm cloth with him. I feel self-conscious as he sits down and starts to clean between my legs.
He tosses the cloth to the side and then starts to unbutton his shirt.
I lift myself on my elbows and watch as he undresses, and I get my first good look at his beautiful naked body.
Every muscle is carved perfectly under his tanned skin. My eyes widen when they drop to his hips.
“How did that fit in me?”
He grins at me as he crawls onto the bed.
“Let me refresh your memory, Doc.”
There’s no explosive need this time, and it feels familiar as he lowers his body over mine. His cock rests right by my opening, but he doesn’t push himself inside me. Instead, he places an arm on either side of my head and stares deep into my eyes.
I remember he said I’m the only woman he’s kissed. It hasn’t escaped my attention that he hasn’t kissed me again.
His eyes take in every inch of my face, and it’s the same look he gave me that night.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asks.
I smile up at him, surprised at his question.
“If I have to pick, then I’d have to say red.”
“Why red?”
“It’s the color of blood.” I laugh at the expression on his face as he shakes his head. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Pink.”
He didn’t even need to think about it.
“Why?”
He grins playfully “It’s the color of your pussy.”
“Eww,” I laugh as a blush creeps up my neck.
“It’s also the color of your cheeks when you’re embarrassed or turned-on.”
“If you were stuck on an island which three things would you take with you?”
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