3. Doc
T he things money can do. Forty-eight hours after Enzo’s surgery and everything’s been a whirlwind of conferring with Enzo’s doctors, and figuring out how to turn my unused sitting room into a medical recovery room.
“I didn’t give you permission to take my patient.” Murry glowers at me as I sign the paperwork needed to transfer Enzo to my house.
“Considering he’s my patient, I don’t need you to. Don’t worry, you won’t be held liable for anything that happens once he’s no longer under your care; which won’t be an issue because, contrary to popular belief, I know what I’m doing.”
“He just went through major, life changing surgery, Wescott?—”
“Don’t talk down to me.” Looking up from my paperwork, I glare at the man. “I know what I’m doing. I am perfectly equipped to take care of him. He will have the best medical care there is, and I don’t know why you feel the need to question me.”
“Your back alley clinic and your ties to the Amatos are legitimate concerns.”
I laugh humorlessly. “I’ll remind you once more, Aidan, that your sister wouldn’t still be alive without me and my Boss’s interference.” Cristian doesn’t care what happens to people outside his organization, but when someone like me, who has his complete trust and loyalty, asks him for a favor, he doesn’t think twice about granting it.
Helping Aidan Murry was never on my to-do list, but I also couldn’t turn a blind eye to the abuse his sister was suffering. That help didn’t come with no-strings-attached, though. In turn for helping him and his sister back then, now he can turn a blind eye while I break Enzo out of this hellhole.
“After this, we’re even,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
I smirk. “For now.”
He ignores me and jerks the paperwork from my hands, signing his name on the forms and then shoving them back at me. “I’ll get him ready for transport. And if something happens, it’s going to be your ass on the line.”
“Good thing I like a good pounding then!” I grin at the look of utter disdain on his face.
Everything moves fast after that. The ambulance we’ve commandeered for this transfer is being driven by James, while Kail and I sit in the back with Enzo.
“This is not a good idea,” Murry reiterates as he stands near the open door of the ambulance.
“Your opinion has been noted and tossed into the fire,” I say cheerfully.
The glare I get before James shuts the doors makes me cackle.
“Can you not be an evil bitch right now?” Enzo says in a raspy voice.
I check his vitals and lines as James gets the ambulance moving. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How are you feeling?”
“Like I got crushed by a car,” he responds.
“Any pain? Did Murry give you meds? He said he was going to.”
“I’m fine, Doc.” He tries to shift and winces. “Well, not fine, but the pain doesn’t want to make me cry, so I’ll be fine for a while.”
“Let me know if that changes.”
Enzo closes his eyes, and while his expression doesn’t smooth out, it’s not etched in pain, so I let him be the entire ride to the house.
“Watch where you’re pushing that thing!” Enzo bitches as we roll him into the house.
“Sorry,” James says. “I guard Doc for a living, not this shit.”
“Maybe because you make a terrible orderly!” Enzo snaps back.
We finally get him to the sitting room I had transformed into a medical room, and transferred onto the bed.
“Sleep. I’ll tell you our plans tomorrow.”
Enzo closes his eyes, grumbling a little. “That doesn’t make me feel safe.”
I laugh and watch him until his breathing evens out.
Kail places a hand on my shoulder. “Go to bed, I’ll watch over him.”
“You need sleep, too,” I point out.
“And I will, but you’ve been busting your ass off for two days. Go, I’ve got this.”
James grabs my hand. “Come on, he’s right. You need sleep. Kail will be fine.”
I don’t protest because I know they’re right, there’s an exhaustion that’s seeped deep in my bones.
I allow James to lead me upstairs and straight through to my ensuite. He undresses me and gently shoves me into the shower. I barely feel the hot water as it slides over my body, only James’s hands on me keeps me grounded.
Every touch makes me feel human once more, and I cling to him, using him as the lifeline I desperately need after days of being ‘on’, and having to be in charge of situations far outside my control.
The towel he uses to dry me is soft, but the way he wipes me down is rough, and the way he strokes my cock has my breath hitching.
“What do you need, Ash?” he asks, using the name only he’s allowed to call me.
“You,” I answer simply.
James takes my hand and leads me to the bed, laying me down and kissing me from head to toe.
Letting out a cry, I sink my fingers into the bedcovers, arching under him as he sucks my half-hard cock into his mouth. Slowly, carefully, far more gently than I would prefer, he brings me to full hardness, one hand playing with my balls while the other presses insistently against my hole.
Spreading my legs, I raise my hips, encouraging him to explore. He chuckles around my cock, but gives me what I want as he presses a dry finger into me. The bite of pain from being fingerfucked without lubricant has sparks shooting down my spine, and my orgasm builds lazily.
My moans get deeper and longer, and James pulls off, leaving me empty and wanting. “Fuck you,” I whine.
He laughs. “I think I’m going to be the one fucking you , my dear.”
Moving up the bed, I lay against the pillows and watch as he lubes up his cock. James spreads my legs further apart before bringing his cock to my waiting hole. Without preamble, he presses in. The minimal prep didn’t do anything to prepare me for his cock, and I cry out as he stretches me open.
Raking my fingers down his back, I try to encourage him to fuck me deeper, to move faster, but he keeps the rhythm slow and almost sweet, ignoring my begging and the nails that bite into his skin.
“Please.” I blink up at him, meeting light brown eyes that are full of lust and comfort. “Fuck me.”
James grins. “I am, dear. Just hang on for the ride.”
A hard thrust of his hips and his perfect cock hits my prostate, making me arch into him as another moan escapes my throat.
Over and over again, he fucks into me, keeping his pace slow but adding a bit more force than before. The orgasm building in me is slow, and I tighten my legs around his waist, holding on as it sweeps over me.
“You going to come for me, Ash?” he asks, breathless. “Are you going to paint yourself with your cum and let me watch?”
“Fuck…” Another hard thrust against my prostate, a few strokes of his hand over my dick, and it’s all over.
When I come, I spill exactly as he said—all over my cock, his hand, and some falling onto my stomach.
James grunts and thrusts into me harder, his pace picking up until he’s panting and cursing above me, before shoving himself as deep inside my ass as he can. I close my eyes as he comes in me, feeling nothing but safe and protected in a way no one but this man has ever made me feel before.
When he pulls out and moves to get off the bed, I hold onto him. “No, it’s fine. Stay with me.”
He presses a kiss to my head. “Feeling a little vulnerable?”
“Just a bit. Don’t tell anyone.”
He chuckles. “Never, dear. What we do here is between you and me.”
Sighing, I relax against the bed, sleep quickly creeping in. Is it any wonder why I trust this man?
James holds me close and I sigh once more, trusting him to watch over me.