Chapter 29 The Phoenix #2
I followed the pair out into the hall, my nose itching from Brenda’s floral perfume applied a little too strongly for my taste. I did my best to ignore it and the sneezing impulse it gave me. I was getting out of here, and I had to focus on that and not something as mundane as strong perfume.
“Brenda is going to take you to her office on the first floor,” Shemar said as we walked down the hall, stopping at my door.
“I’ll take your belongings to security so they can make sure everything is in order.
Once you’re done, she will walk you to security to check out, and then you’re all set.
” Seemed simple enough. He asked if I could double-check my room to make sure I packed everything I needed before taking my bag from me and leading the way out into the visitors’ area.
“If you’ll come with me, my dear,” she said as Shemar went the opposite direction with my belongings.
She led us directly to the elevators instead of the stairs; given how frail she looked, she probably always avoided the stairs.
“Are you excited?” She asked as we boarded the first elevator that opened for us.
“I’m ready to get back to normal,” I said. Small talk wasn’t really my strong suit. I tended to get a little too sarcastic, and most people found it off-putting. I tried for her sake not to give in to that default persona.
“We’ll get you all sorted out and you’ll be back in the swing of things in no time, I’m sure.” The elevator dinged as we reached the first floor. Brenda led the way slowly down a short hall to an office that would have been better suited to a janitorial supply closet.
A stack of paperwork sat on her neatly organized desk, free of any personal belongings or clutter. The walls were bare and white, and I had to wonder who in their right mind would enjoy working in a windowless room with nothing of substance to look at.
“I’ve marked everywhere that you need to sign; all of it is pretty straightforward.
You’re acknowledging that your treatment at the clinic is over.
There’s also a liability waiver that once you leave the hospital are no longer responsible for your care.
Any and all appointments made after you leave are your responsibility to make and maintain.
Any therapy you receive outside the clinic must be set up on your own.
” I already knew all that. Daxton was going to continue to be my therapist. He had explained everything to me a few sessions ago.
Most therapists tried to help their patients set up care once they left the confines of the clinic; the hospital just didn’t require them to do so.
As she kept listing off the pages, I signed at every marked line.
I honestly didn’t care what the forms were as long as they got me out of here.
Daxton had promised he’d be sitting in the main parking lot at nine on the dot, despite the fact that it was closer to nine thirty by the time every line was signed and every page bore my initials per her instructions.
She walked me back out into the main lobby, where the security office sat, my bag waiting on the counter in front of the two guards on duty.
An open door behind them gave me a glance into an office with multiple monitors keeping watch over the few areas that had security cameras, with a third guard sitting in front of them.
One of them handed me my bag and my coat, letting me know that my cell phone and jewelry that I had been wearing when I was admitted were inside the sealed bag and waiting for me.
Not that I didn’t believe him, but I opened it to check before signing his form that said I received all of my belongings and anything left behind would become property of the hospital.
They weren’t responsible for returning any lost items to their owners.
Before leaving I unzipped a small plastic bag that held the last gift my father ever gave me, a simple silver heart -shaped necklace.
I was shocked when I was told it hadn’t broken during the altercation with Craig.
My mother had yelled at my dad for over an hour for spending the extra money on me for my birthday.
I slipped my thick coat on, zipping it up to my chin before shouldering my bag.
Brenda swiped her badge over the front door lock to unlock it.
She stayed behind, bidding me to take care of myself as I left the building.
Bright autumn sunlight nearly blinded me as I stepped outside, causing me to blink rapidly a few times as my eyes adjusted.
Though our therapists had taken us outside multiple times during our group sessions, it felt different being outside and being free.
I walked down the stairs, spotting Daxton easily since he was parked in one of the first spaces in the parking lot, his black Jeep difficult to miss.
He got out as I approached him and took my bag from me.
As much as I wanted to wrap my arms around him and feel his body against mine, I refrained.
We needed to be away from the hospital before anything like that could happen.
Daxton placed my bag in the back of his Jeep before opening the passenger door for me.
He had left the engine running with the heat on, so I removed my coat before securing my seat belt.
Taking his place in the driver's seat, he put his Jeep in gear and pulled out of the parking space.
“I’m glad to see they didn’t drag their feet getting your discharge papers ready.” He said as we pulled to the road that led us through the hospital's campus. Different specialist buildings surrounded the general practice hospital at the center.
“I was a little surprised, myself. I was worried you’d be waiting out here for half the day.
” My nerves were vibrating against my skin as I took in his appearance.
Being in the clinic with him was one thing, almost like a fantasy played out in one of the romance books I loved so much.
Outside the safety of the controlled environment, it became real, and real became dangerous.
He turned his head to look at me as he stopped at a stop sign before the main road leading out of the mountains.
“I would have waited out here for as long as it took, don’t worry about me.
” His caramel eyes were sincere, and it made my heart feel things it hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever at all.
“You wouldn’t have to, though,” I said as reality slowly started to sink in.
“I know I wouldn’t have to, I would choose to. I’d choose you every time, Raelynn.” He reached over and took my chin gently in his fingers and drew me to him for a kiss. There wasn’t any traffic on the road behind us, so we took our time.
I placed my hand on his firm chest as his other hand moved to cup the back of my neck. He could be so powerful and dominant with me, and I loved every second of it, but I also loved this softer side. The side that only ever appeared when he knew I needed it.
Slowly, I drew back as I heard an engine approaching us from behind, not wanting to cause an issue with holding up traffic.
“I missed you,” he said as he pulled out onto the main road, the trees blurring in a sea of fall colors as we passed them.
“You just saw me the day before yesterday,” I said, sitting back in my seat as he rested his hand on my thigh, his other hand keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel.
“I miss you every second I’m not a part of you, Rae,” he rubbed his hand against my thigh as I squeezed them shut.
Even just looking at him, taking in how the muscles in his arms bulged against the fabric of his long-sleeved black shirt, was enough to make me want to crawl on top of him and claim his body with mine.
Adrenaline shot through me when a thought took me by surprise.
I wanted to show him how much I missed him, too, and I didn’t want to wait until we got to my house to do it.
Without putting too much thought into it, because if I started thinking too much, I’d eventually talk myself out of it, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over the console.
“What are you doing?” He asked as I started kissing his neck, sliding my hand from his chest down the hard plains of his stomach to rest against his cock, already hard as a rock.
“I missed you too,” I muttered against his skin, nipping gently at his flesh, and I started to unzip his jeans.
His shock didn’t last long as I continued pressing my mouth against his throat.
He regained control of the situation and took over in a way that made every ounce of feminism leave my body so that I could submit to him.
The hand he had on my thigh moved to grab my hair at the base of my neck, completely fucking up the beautiful braid I had worked on that morning.
He pulled my head away from his neck, not once breaking his concentration on the road.
“Then show me how much you missed me and gag on my cock, Raelynn,” I didn’t resist him as he pushed me down to his awaiting erection.
His grip loosened as I took the tip of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over him as my hand stroked his length in swift pumps, precum forming against my tongue as I licked it away, moaning at the taste of him.
I continued stroking him with my hand as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked him as I went.
Daxton wasn’t just long but thick; stretching my mouth around him was damn near impossible.
If it had been anyone else, I would have given up at the halfway point.
I love feeling him hit the back of my throat and making me gag slightly.
I couldn’t stop sucking on him. I loved having him deep in my mouth almost as much as I loved him filling my pussy.
I pushed past the point of gagging, swallowing him down my throat as I started to bob, my hands finding his balls and gently playing with them as he groaned.
I alternated between taking him as deep as I could and stopping to suck on his tip, running my tongue along the sensitive flesh, spurred on by the sounds he was making.
“I’m about to cum, Rae,” he moaned, bucking his hips slightly as I sucked him deeply again. Within seconds, I felt his hot release hit the back of my throat, and I moaned around him, swallowing every drop as I milked it from his cock.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised when I finally came up, wiping a small bead of his release from the corner of my mouth and letting him watch as I sucked it off my finger.
“Fuck Rae, you’re so fucking perfect.” I kissed his cheek as he started to tuck himself back into his pants, and I had to admit I was surprised he was able to keep us on the road the entire time.