“The doctors want you to stay here until the end of the week.” This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, andit won’t be the last. “You’ve been through a lot, Peyton. I don’t want you going home until you’ve got your doctors approval.”
“I’m so bored, Bennett.”
“It’s four days, sweetheart. Four days and I will carry you out these doors myself. Four days and we can go home. Together.” She’s not fought me on moving in together, not that she’d have a choice in the matter, but she’s not pushed back at all. Everything is out in the open now, she knows exactly who and what I am, and she accepts me for all of it. We can finally move forward, together.
“We can’t even have sex to pass the time,” she mutters and I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me.
“You nearly died. Sweet girl, two weeks ago I held you in my arms and I thought I was going to lose you. You are not ready to have sex yet. I’m not sure I am, either. I’m going to worry the first time we have sex again that I’m hurting you, no matter how long we wait.” She throws her head back with a dramatic groan that has me chuckling all over again.
“At least let me make you come,” she says as she turns to me with a look of pure sin. “You must be fed up with your hand by now.” I drop my head back with a moan of pure need.
“I’m not using my hand, sweetheart, I’m not using anything.” I lift my head, my gaze burning into hers. “I don’t come until you do.”And my balls are blue as a result.
“No, baby, you can’t do that.”
“Say that again,” I rasp.
“You can’t do that?” she questions.
“No, what you called me.”
“Baby?” I nod my head at her.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” I whisper as I take her into my arms. “I like that a lot.”
“I love you, baby.”
“Fuuuck,” I groan as my cock throbs at her words. She’s not going to make this easy for me. “I love you too, sweet girl.”
***
We’re finally going home.
They gave us a wheelchair to get her down to the hospital doors, but I’m carrying her instead. A lot of the staff have come out to see her off, there are claps, hoots and hollers as we make our way down and out of the building. The fresh air as we exit is fan-fucking-tastic; you don’t realize how stale hospital air is until you get out from it.
“Oh, that’s the good stuff,” Peyton says as she pulls in lungfuls of air. “I’m so glad to be going home.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” I carry her to the car and gently place her in the passenger seat, I’m still constantly worried I’m going to hurt her. Peyton keeps telling me she’s fine now, she’s not going to be running a marathon any time soon, but that day to day tasks, as long as she takes it easy, won’t be a problem. I’m still not convinced, though; my overprotective side is out in full force, and it doesn’t want her doing anything. We want her wrapped up in bed for the next year.
“When do you go back to work?” I just look at her like she’s lost her mind.
“I’m not going back any time soon. Christ, I’ve got at least another couple months off before I even need to consider going back. Tony’s got everything covered, and anything he needs, then he calls me.”
“Hmmm,” she muses. “Maybe we could get away for a bit once I’m cleared for flying?”
“Absolutely,” I agree. “I would love nothing more than to spend a couple weeks with you on a beach.” My cock hardens at the thought of her in a little bikini for me. It doesn’t take much — I’ve not had an orgasm in eighteen days. Yes, I’m counting.
“I’m sure we can get out on the boat before that, anyway.” I think that’ll do us the world of good, we both need to get away, away from the memories. I’ll email her doctor when we get home, see when he thinks I can take her out on it.
Peyton smirks at me. “Clothing optional?”
“You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“You know I’m a doctor, right?” I just look at her; she knows I’m fucking proud of her job. “So you’re aware of the fact I know what we can and can’t do.”What is she getting at?“Intercourse might be out of the equation for the next few weeks, but it doesn’t mean we can’t make each other come.”
Fuck.
