Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Which was why I latched onto his wrist with my teeth to distract myself, and offer myself a buffer to the wail that I knew was about to leave my lips.
He didn’t so much as flinch.
He’d put it there on purpose, of course.
We’d done this very same thing hundreds of times over the course of our relationship.
When you were a teenager, trying to sneak your boyfriend into your room so you could do it, you had to come up with ideas to keep quiet.
That’s why, almost in the very spot that I was locked onto his wrist, there was a scar of teeth prints from the many times we’d hidden what we were doing.
He’d told me to ‘bite down’ to keep quiet, and being quiet wasn’t my strong suit.
I’d done it, and then bitten him so hard that I’d broken his skin when he’d shoved his massive cock into me. It’d healed, eventually, but in its place left a scar that would forever remind him of our time together.
Of our first time together.
But I didn’t break his skin this time.
I knew how hard to bite, and knew that I wouldn’t hurt him. As did he.
And when I felt his thumb brush over my asshole, that was all I needed.
The orgasm that took me over would’ve swept me off my feet had I been using them. I was thankful for the table that was holding me up.
Knowing he’d taken care of me, he lifted one of my legs, and slowed way down.
So slow, in fact, that I realized he was trying to draw this out. Make it last longer.
But then a knock sounded at the door. “Dr. Hail, your next patient is in room 4 and she thinks she’s having contractions.”
Reed paused halfway inside of me. “Set her up on the monitors. I’ll be through in a few moments.”
Then he slammed back inside of me, completely lifting me up off the table.
My mouth opened in surprise.
And then he continued to slam inside.
Our hips met. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
He needed four more strokes before he came.
Inside of me.
We both breathed heavily after he was through, and it took him at least two minutes to pull out of me.
The minute he was gone, so was the moment.
He was back to professional.
“Don’t think we can get that Pap smear done,” he muttered to himself. “You’ll have to come back.”
I snorted.
I wasn’t coming back. No way, no how.
“Okay,” I lied, standing up.
The minute my feet were on the ground, I felt him leaking out of me.
His eyes went down when mine did, and I watched as his release slipped down the inside of my thigh.
I caught it with my hand, and tried to scoop up the most that I could.
When my eyes met his once again, they were blazing.
Which had to be the reason I brought that come up to my mouth and licked it.
His mouth parted.
Another knock at the door.
“Sir, she’s having contractions three minutes apart, and she’s dilated to a five.”
“Send her to the hospital,” Reed barked through the door. “I’ll get over there now.”
And that’s when the tears started to fall.
But did Reed do anything? No.
Did he react in any way? Hell no.
He just tucked his dick into his pants, drew the curtain over the door that he’d never shut to begin with, and left the room. Leaving me standing there, naked, with a handful of his come.
It really couldn’t feel worse…could it?
***
An hour later, I was in my superior’s office.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
“I need leave…”
When Coralee, my supervisor, didn’t say anything for a few moments, I finally looked at her.
“Why are you here?”
I looked away.
“Why are you asking?”
“Krisney, look at me.”
I didn’t want to.
But it was ingrained in me to pay attention to my superiors, so I did just that despite not wanting to.
“You literally begged me to come here because you wanted to get away from them…this was only for a temporary basis, anyway, until the position could be filled…why don’t you do what you’ve always wanted to do?”
I looked away.
“I don’t…” I looked at my hands. “I don’t have any reason not to anymore, do I?”
She shook her head.
“Then go. Live your life. Your parents can’t ruin it anymore, can they?”
“No.”
They couldn’t.
They were dead.
And I was happy…wasn’t I?
Chapter 5
Who needs a boyfriend when your bank account goes down every day?
-Text from Krisney to Hennessy
Krisney
Three months ago
“I don’t understand,” the realtor, Madeline, said. “You have a house.”
I gritted my teeth to keep the angry comment from spewing out.
Instead, I carefully placed my hands in my lap and looked at her.
“I know that my parents had a house,” I said carefully. “And I don’t want to live there. I want to sell it. Then I want to move into that house.”
The realtor looked at the house that was behind her, a look of utter horror on her face.