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“Keep your fucking mouth closed, Peyton. Fuck!” Next thing I know, my head is being thrust under the tap and water is gushing over me.
“We need to get this off of you, you have blood all over you. God knows what he has.” I go to say that it’s okay, his bloods had already come back before my patient vomited blood all over me, but I’m interrupted again. “I swear to God, Peyton, if you open your mouth, eyes, any fucking part of your body that this could get into; you’re not going to have to worry about a disease because I’ll fucking kill you myself. Now, let me do my goddamn job.”
I stay silent and let my boss, the Head of ER, do what he needs to do. Finally content that I’m not in immediate danger of ingesting my patient’s blood, he lets me up from the sink.
“It’s okay, Derek. I’m okay.” His eyes are panicked, his gaze fixed on me, taking in everything. “I already have his blood report; he doesn’t have anything. But thank you.” His body visibly relaxes, but he’s still not happy.
“Any time something like that happens, you wash it straight off! You do everything you can to ensure it doesn’t get into you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do. I’ll do better next time.”
“They won’t always be clean, Peyton. You take care of yourself first and foremost. Now, go shower and get yourself cleaned up before I see you again.”
Hours later and after what felt like the shift from hell, I finally walk out of the sliding doors and into the parking lot.
I look up from reading a message on my phone from Harry — he’s rather delighted that I’ve moved in with Bennett — to find my man leaning against his car, a welcome sight after the day I just had. Hecocks his head as I approach and opens his arms for me, I don’t even hesitate before walking straight into his embrace.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I nod against his chest.
“It’s just been a day.” He places a kiss against the top of my head.
“Well, you can tell me all about it on the drive home.” Turning, he opens the passenger door and helps me into the car. I watch him walk around the hood, this is not a small car, in fact it’s a rather large SUV, but Bennett makes it look small. The man really is a giant.
“How tall are you?” I ask as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. His amused gaze meets mine.
“Six-foot-six, why?”
“And you think we’re going to work?” I choke out. “Bennett, I’m five-two for Christ’s sake.”
“We’ll work, Peyton. We’re too good together; there’s no part of us that won’t work.”
“If you say so.” Personally, I think he’s living in delulu land, but what do I know?
“I thought we could pick up pizza on the way home, that okay with you?” My stomach grumbles at his words, and he lets out a chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“At least I’ll get fed before I die,” I say deadpan.
Bennett
Hearing Peyton talk about her day at work has me tense. The dangers she faces on a daily basis had never crossed my mind, but knowing how horrific it could have been if the man had anything has me wanting to lock her in the house and never let her leave.
I’m a protector, it’s what I do. I keep the city and the people in it safe. I remove the monsters so that the good can thrive. But my protective instincts are in overdrive with Peyton, everything is heightened with her. I can remove Barclay from her life, and I will — sooner rather than later — but I can’t remove the dangers from her job, and I don’t know how to handle that. I like control. I have to have it in every aspect of my life, but Peyton is throwing that control out the window.
“That was delicious,” she says as slumps back in her seat at the table across from me. “Totally unhealthy, but delicious nonetheless.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about the two slices you ate.” I on the other hand devoured the rest, I’ll definitely be hitting the gym tomorrow.
I carry our plates and the now empty pizza box across the kitchen to clean up. Peyton comes up behind me.
“Why don’t you take the box out and I’ll stack the plates for us.”Us,I like the way that rolled off her tongue.
When I walk back into the kitchen, she’s at the sink wiping down.
“Come here.” She jumps slightly at my words and spins to face me, placing the dishcloth down before she makes her way to me. I lift her by the hips and sit her on the breakfast bar, pushing her legs apart with my hips, making room for myself between them. “I need another taste of you, sweet girl,” I say as I lower my mouth to hers, my tongue demanding entry — entry she immediately gives me. She tastes like honey, so fucking sweet. My kiss is brutal in its intensity, my thrusts deep and aggressive. I kiss her like I can’t get enough of her, and I’m not sure I can, but she meets the thrusts of my tongue with her own, taking everything I give her.
I pull back just enough to make eye contact with her. “You’ll take my cock, won’t you, sweetheart? Every inchof it.” My lips stamp back on hers before she can answer. I already know she wants this as much as I do, I’m not wasting time with pleasantries.
