“I wasn’t asking permission.” I’m quite sure I hear the word ‘brat’ fall from his lips, but I can’t be sure, because his cock is pushing back into me.
“Count them,” he demands as I feel that first barbell press inside me.I don’t think I’m going to survive tonight.
***
I’m sore. So, incredibly sore. I can still feel Bennett with every step I take, but that’s what happens when you’re sleeping with a guy with a giant dick. A giantpierceddick. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be with a pierced man. Now I know. Amazing.
I don’t really understand what’s happening between us, things are moving at warp speed. I know I’m partly to blame for that, after all, I did call him. I’m still not completely sure why I did. All I can say is that he makes me feel safe, he has from the beginning. I know he would never hurt me. I pull out my phone and look at the response that’s just come through from Harry.
He what?
I think you made a typo
No typo. He said he want's to get me pregnant
Fuck me, that's hot
Be serious, Harry
I am being serious. I'm going to make a fucking great Uncle
“Peyton, can you treat the patient in bay three for me, please? He’s going to need sutures, I started cleaning it, but I’ve just been paged.” I slip my phone back into my pocket, shaking my head at Harry’s messages. He’s no help whatsoever.
“Sure, no problem,” I respond to one of our registered nurses.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I make my way to bay three and pull back the privacy curtain so I can enter. The patient is a relatively young man, maybe early thirties, and if I hadn’t met Bennett, I would havesaid he was attractive, but everyone pales in comparison to the giant who seems to have declared me as his.
“Hi, I’m going to be taking over today,” I say picking up his chart and taking a look at his notes. He has a laceration to his right hand that is going to require quite a few sutures. Nice, simple and easy, just what I need after yesterday.
“Right, Mr. Davis, I’m going to finish cleaning the wound and then give you a little shot to numb the area.”
“Please, call me Barclay.” I gather the items I’ll need and move closer to his bed.
“How did you do this, Barclay?”
“I dropped a knife in the kitchen and stupidly tried to catch it.”
“Ah, yep, that’ll do it.” I smile at him. “Still, it doesn’t look too deep. You’ve got away with it, no nerve or tendon damage to worry about.”
“Well, that’s good to know.”
“A few stitches and we should be done. Anything I need to know about? You okay with blood and needles?” He wouldn’t be the first patient to pass-out on me at the sight of a bit of blood. You’d be amazed how often it happens.
“Yeah, blood doesn’t bother me at all.” There’s something off with his voice, almost gleeful, like he’s excited at the thought of blood. I glance at him, only to find his gaze firmly fixed on my face. Those damn tingles make their way up the back of my neck again, which is ridiculous, I’m in the middle of a busy ER. I finish cleaning up his wound and prepare the shot of lidocaine.
“Okay, I’m going to give you your shots now, we’ve got to give you a few to numb the area completely. Little pinch,” I say as the needle pierces his skin. It takes me a few minutes to complete the shots, and I feel his eyes on me the whole time. I’ve never felt so uncomfortablearound a patient before. “We’ll give that a few minutes to work and then I can get you all fixed up.”
“Don’t rush on my account, I’d injure myself more if a nurse like yourself gets to take care of me.”
“Doctor,” I correct.
“Good for you.”Condescending prick. He’s not the first patient to hit on me, and he certainly won’t be the last, but combine it with that damn warning sensation and he’s the only one to actually cause me any unease.
“I’ll be right back,” I say as I exit the bay we’re in. I don’t need to stay with him while the local anesthesia does it’s work.
I walk towards the reception area and check my phone on route, my steps faltering when I see I have five missed calls from Bennett.
Bennett
