Tally stayed at the girl’s side, speaking to her as she tried to calm the child down.
The mom was on one side, holding her hand, bent down talking to her as well.
I spared one quick look at the soft, not panicking smile on Tally’s face, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Twenty minutes later, the little girl was breathing, I was no longer pressed against Tally’s ass, and I was trying to contain the adrenaline rush that always ran through me in emergencies.
My cock was still fucking hard, I had the smell of Tally clinging to my body, and I was heading to the bathroom.
I was a sick mother fucker, but I couldn’t deal with this hard on for the next ten hours. I had to get it under control, and in my mind, there was only one way to do that.
Closing the door of the private physician’s bathroom, I yanked my pants down, fisted my cock, and started running my hand up my shaft furiously.
It took less than forty seconds before I was coming all over a paper towel I’d grabbed just in time, and I couldn’t help but growl Tally’s name.
***
I didn’t know what I was thinking.
Throughout the night, the weather had gone from bad to worse, and we were now staring three o’clock in the morning in the face.
“We can sleep in the same room. And you should sleep while you can, because if things keep going like they’re going, we’re going to be put to work sooner rather than later.”
“There’s only one bed,” she said. “I can’t take your bed.”
I shrugged.
“It’s not technically mine…” I made a point of telling her. “And the bed is big. You just sleep on your side, and we’ll be fine.”
She gave me a skeptical look, then held up the pillow at the top of the bed, and then pointed to the lamp beside the bed. “This screams ‘you’,” she informed me. “And I saw you wearing that shirt yesterday.” She pointed to the corner of the room where my Grunt Style t-shirt laid in a dirty heap against the wall.
“Well,” I shrugged. “It’s not, technically, like I said, but I am the main one who uses it, though.”
“One of the nurses told me that you threw a bitc…uh, I mean, you complained when one of the other doctors used it to sleep in,” she amended quickly.
I sighed. “I did…but there was more to it than that.”
“Enlighten me,” she ordered, fidgeting slightly as I gave her the weight of my eyes.
“A med school shit came in here, took a nap, and then took it over for himself,” I explained. “When I went to use it, the motherfucker had left a fuckin’ jizz towel on the floor, thrown underneath the bed as if he hoped it wouldn’t be found, and the entire room smelled like he’d fucked for hours in it. Took me ten minutes to find that shit, and I wasn’t happy when I did find it.”
She grimaced. “Boys are gross.”
I laughed, sitting down on the chair across from the bed. “Needless to say, nobody wants to fuck it up because they’re scared that I’ll give them a dressing down that they’ll deserve, so it’s mostly not used by anyone but me.”
She smiled, following suit by taking her own shoes off.
“Should we leave the door open so they don’t think that we’re...you know...” She cleared her throat.
I grinned. “Fucking?”
God, I really was going to hell.
The act of saying that word to her was enough to make my dick lengthen as blood rushed to it.
My lips tipped up into a grin when I got a look at her socks.
“Another present from your mom?” I guessed as I studied her dainty feet.
She rubbed her feet with her hands, and I wanted to push her hands away and take over for her…but I didn’t.
“Yep,” she smiled. “Though, she says they’re from Tallulah.”
I grinned. “I’ll bet she likes when you wear them,” I bent forward and fingered the small flap of fabric off the back of one ankle that looked to be a cape. “Does your daughter like superheroes?”
Tally nodded hurriedly. “That she does. Her room right now is decorated in Batman and Captain America.”
I grimaced. “That’s sacrilege.”
“What is?” she asked as she started to scoot back, making room in the bed for me and moving until she was practically snug against the wall.
I got up, keeping my arm down to shield my dick from her view, and flipped off the light.
The room plunged into darkness except for a slight illumination that lit the area around the bottom of the door.
“The fact that you’re putting a DC comic book hero in the same room as a Marvel comic book hero,” I told her, stopping at the side of the bed to remove my shirt.
Once it was free of my body, I tossed it in the direction of the chair, and took a seat, the softness of the bed inviting me.
The cool sheets hit my back and I tensed for a few seconds before finally scooting myself all the way into the bed.
And I realized my mistake.
All the other times that I’d been close to her, felt her against my body, we’d been in public places.
Now, we weren’t in public.
Now, I was shirtless.
And now, we were in a goddamned bed.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Chapter 7
Whenever I feel down, I just put my hand on my vagina for a few short seconds. Holding that much power always cheers me up.
-Hadley to Tally
Tally
I lay in the bed next to Dr. Tommy, straight as a board.
I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.
If I moved, I might touch him.
If I touched him, I might not be able to stop myself from running my hands along his abs.
Abs that I knew he had. I’d felt them up against me that day in the exam room while we were working on that little girl.
I’d felt all of him.
Every hard inch, and I’d loved every single bit of it.
Dr. Tommy shifted, and I nearly groaned as his elbow grazed my sensitive breast.
Biting my lip, I rolled, putting my back to him, and faced the wall.
The move put my backside up against his knee that was hitched at the side, and I froze, wondering if I should move.
Or should he move?
Certainly, I was taking up less space than him, but talking to him would only force me to listen to more of that deeply intoxicating voice of his. In the dark. With his smell surrounding me.
So instead I chose to stay still. I stayed like that for a long time, so long, in fact, that my back started to get stiff from lying so rigidly.
At some point in the last however long it’d been, Dr. Tommy had fallen asleep. His soft, even breathing filled the dark room around me, and I finally thought it was safe enough to roll over.
To move myself off of the wall enough that I wasn’t touching it from thighs to shoulders.
Moving only enough to allow me to roll again, I flopped to my belly, and inwardly groaned when I rolled on top of his hand.
His hand that was now plastered against my crotch.
Biting my lip, I started to inch my way up the bed to move his arm, but he only tightened his hand, fisting my pants as well as panties—and I was sure a few stray hairs—in his clenched hand.
Fuck me!
Literally and figuratively.
Oh, God. He’d probably feel absolutely amazing between my legs. His mouth. His hand. His tongue. His cock!