Chapter 22
22
Conrad Strauss
I ’m met with a pair of baby goats staring at me as I head into the clinic. Tipping my hat at Gary, the owner of the goats, I stand at the empty counter.
“Howdy, Conrad,” he drawls, a smoker’s rasp to his voice. “How you been?”
“Oh, not too bad. And yourself?”
“Same old, same.” He chuckles. “Wife brought home these two fellas last week. Just getting ’em checked out.”
“Sorry for the wait,” Maddy says to Gary, taking her seat behind the desk. “Printer ran out of ink. Here you are. Have a great afternoon!”
Picking up both goats, Gary tips his chin at me before leaving the clinic.
“Hi, Mr. Strauss,” Maddy greets cheerfully, a wide smile on her face. “Twice in one week. Aren’t we lucky?”
Huffing out a breath, I lift the bag in my hand. “Yeah, I’m here to bring Whit lunch. Is he free?”
“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” she gushes. “You can go on back to his office. He’s about finished with his current patient.”
“Great, thanks.”
I didn’t tell Whit I was coming here today, so it was a gamble on if he’d even be able to see me. It’s been a couple of days since we kissed in front of the fire, and at no fault to either of us, we haven’t had a chance to revisit the conversation we had that night. Last night, he had a work emergency that kept him here until late. I was already asleep by the time he got home.
A few minutes pass before the door to his office is pushed open. Whit strolls through, looking a bit frazzled, before his gaze lands on me. His eyes give me a once-over, lips curling into a small smile. “What’s this?” he asks as he closes the door, then takes a seat behind his desk.
“Saw you hightailing it down the gravel road this morning when I was getting back from checking on the cattle. Figured you didn’t have time to pack a lunch.”
His eyes soften. “I woke up late,” he says with a small chuckle. “Did you eat yet?”
I nod. “Before I came here. I made lunch for Nana and I, but made extra for you. It’s just a cold-cut sandwich, and I included an ice pack in case you couldn’t eat it right away.”
“Thank you.” His eyes find and hold mine, appreciation sparkling back at me. My chest tightens as I keep his gaze, a moment passing between us that feels significant. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had a chance to talk.”
“We’ve both been busy,” I offer. “It’s okay.”
Whit’s gaze drops down to where his hands are clasped on top of the desk. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”
“I know.”
It seems he’s stuck in his thoughts for a moment, picking at the skin around his thumbnail. “I enjoyed the kiss, though,” he admits quietly. So quiet I almost miss it.
A smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah?”
He nods, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands drop into his lap as his eyes remain on mine. Something shifts in the room, the air thickening. One thing I’ve always loved about Whit is how bashful he is, while still wearing his every thought and desire on his face. He’s never been very good at concealing how he’s feeling, but he also wouldn’t dare make the first move. He flirts subtly and says everything he needs to with his eyes.
It’s how I know exactly what he’s thinking, even if I know he’ll never voice it. It’s just not who he is.
Sitting back in the chair across from him, I pat the top of my thigh, his gaze jumping to the movement instantly. “What are you waiting for?” I ask huskily. “Get over here, then.”
Eyes lifting to meet mine, heat reflects back at me as a rosy flush spreads on his cheeks. His lips part, and he pauses for moment, before standing and rounding the desk. Before coming to me, he walks over to the door, and arousal zips through me as I watch him flick the lock into place.
There’s always been something so undeniably sexy about Whit in his work clothes. Light blue scrubs and cardigans, in theory, shouldn’t be attractive, but on him, it works. Pair the clothes with his thick-framed glasses and the floppy, dark hair atop his head that looks like he’s run his fingers through it a time or two today, and I’m practically salivating by the time he sits down on my lap.
Whit wraps his arm around my shoulders, fingers dancing along my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. Forest green eyes gaze down at me, looking at me so wholly, it takes my breath away.
“C’mere,” I husk, bringing my hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him into me. He comes easily, minty fresh breath hitching as our lips crash together. The softest of moans sounds in his throat as my tongue sweeps inside his mouth and takes what’s mine. Shifting on my lap until he’s straddling me, his arms circle the back of my neck while mine come to his hips.
Our tongues clash and roll together as it seems neither of us can get deep enough. Whit rocks on my lap, grinding his perky, tight ass along my growing cock, making me wish I could rip the fabric right off his body and sink into his tight hole once and for all. It’s one line we haven’t crossed, but fuck if I’m not dying to. If it were up to me, we would’ve already, but that has to come from him. Whit has to call the shots here, just like that first night at the party.
I can’t be reckless with Whit.
I can’t be cocky or presuming.
I have to be careful. Take my time with him. Be sure to read his signs and cues just right, or I risk losing all the progress we’ve made.
Whit’s lips leave mine, nipping and sucking a trail down the side of my neck. His hot, wet kiss sears into my flesh, sending a tingle through my veins. I rest my head on the back of the chair, letting my hands roam from his hips over the swell of his ass, where I grip and knead the firm globes, making him groan so goddamn beautifully. Bringing his lips up to the shell of my ear, he whispers huskily, “I want you in my mouth.”
Chest tightening and all the blood in my body diverting south, a groan rumbles in the back of my throat as a small smile tugs on my lips. “You want to take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours right here in your office, where anybody could catch you?” I ask, lust dripping from my every word.
He nods, face buried in the crook of my neck. I feel his lips brush the overheated skin right before sharp teeth nip at it.
“Such a dirty boy for me, aren’t you?”
Whit sits back enough to look me in the eye, and just as I figured, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are pitch black with arousal. “Please,” he begs before wetting his tempting, pink, swollen lips, and my cock twitches beneath him.
Removing my hands from his ass, I scoot the chair back slightly, tipping my chin. “Well then, down on your knees, kitten.”
Biting back a smile, Whit shuffles down until his knees collide with the solid ground. He wastes no time going for exactly what he needs, fingers coming to my waist as they hurry and undo my belt buckle, then my jeans. He yanks the material down, only bothering to get them far enough for my cock to spring out. His hungry eyes lift to meet mine as a coy smile curls his lips.
Taking my cock in his soft hand, he pumps me a couple of times before leaning in and closing his lips around the crown. Wet heat surrounds me, and I have to chomp down on my molars to keep from letting out a sound. Cheeks hollowed, he sucks only the tip for a while, his hands working my shaft in tandem. One directly on top of the other, he strokes me, using a twisting motion as his tongue swirls around, flicking over the slit, and driving me absolutely fucking wild.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I rasp, my hand finding the back of his head as I thread my fingers through the strands of hair. His glassy, hooded eyes lift, peering up at me from beneath his long, dark eyelashes, and he smirks around my tip. “You always loved sucking my cock, didn’t you, kitten?”
Whit nods, sinking down, taking more of my length in his mouth as he moves one of his hands to my balls, rolling them just right.
“Such a good job,” I coo. “You look so goddamn sexy with my cock in your mouth, baby. So perfect.”
His cheeks darken, the flush spreading down to his neck.
A memory comes to the front of my mind, sending another spark straight to my groin, and I can’t help but groan.
“You remember the first time you sucked my dick, kitten?”
He moans a yes , sinking deeper. His eyes water as he gags, but he doesn’t relent.
“ Fuck , you were so nervous, I could tell,” I murmur, fisting his hair and using it to guide him up and down at just the right speed as we both relive this memory together. “But so eager to please me. I’ve always loved that about you…your need to make me feel good. You get off on my pleasure, don’t you, kitten?”
Moaning around my length, his eyes flutter as he nods.
“You took your time, licking me up and down, all while your eyes were locked on mine. The way you lapped up my pre-cum and groaned like it was the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
The head of my cock is buried in his tight throat, and when he swallows around me, the pressure has my eyes crossing. A throat-deep groan escapes me before I can help it, and the grip on his hair tightens.
“That’s it,” I growl. “You swallow that fucking cock like a good boy. You take it all. Fuck, you’re so good.”
When he moans again, the sound vibrates through me and burrows deep in my balls. Spit dribbles out the sides of his mouth as he gets nice and sloppy with it, heightening just how filthy this is.
“What would your staff do if they walked in right now?” I ask darkly, my hoarse voice a clear indicator of how far gone I am for Whit. “They’d see you on your knees for me, your eyes bloodshot and tear soaked, your lips swollen and stretched around my cock. Such a naughty little slut you are.”
He goes deeper, taking all of me, and I swear I almost lose it.
“But you love it, don’t you, kitten?” Moaning around me, he doesn’t stop. “You’re rock fucking hard right now inside your scrubs, aren’t you?”
Whit pops off, a string of spit connecting his mouth to my cock as he smiles wickedly with an eager nod. His eyes are dazed, looking blitzed out of his fucking mind.
“Pull yourself out,” I order him. “Let me see how hard you are from sucking my cock.”
Whit unties the scrub bottoms, pulling the stretchy material down enough that his cock springs free. It juts out, the tip shiny and red, his balls drawn tight to his body. He looks like he’s already about to come, and he hasn’t even touched himself.
“You want to make me come, kitten?” I ask him, brushing my hand across his cheek, letting my thumb slip past his plump lips. He nods as he closes them, sucking on the digit like he was just doing to my cock. My entire body is on fire; I’m so fucking keyed up because of him. “Do you want to come too?”
He whimpers, nodding again, swirling his tongue around the pad of my thumb.
“Then do it, baby,” I growl, then remove my finger from his mouth and bring my hand to the back of his head, guiding him back to my cock. “Make me come with that pretty mouth of yours.”
Whit swallows me whole, making my eyes cross as I grit my teeth, trying my damndest to not moan too loudly. I’m hyper aware of the people sitting not too far from this office, but fuck, he doesn’t make it easy.
It takes no time at all for my release to take over. Muscles tightening, heat spreading along my lower back, my balls tingle right before my cock throbs, spilling my seed into his hot, willing mouth. And he drinks me up, not pulling off until my cock goes soft, and even then, he sucks a little more, a sated look painted on his face as he rests his cheek on my thigh.
I run my fingers through his sweaty strands as I work on steadying my breathing. My body feels boneless.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, meaning it with my entire fucking being. Whit’s eyelids flutter as he finally pulls off my softened dick. “Let me see it,” I tell him, and I know I don’t need to specify when he smirks and holds his cum-soaked hand up for me to see. “ Fuck, ” I groan, circling his wrist with my fingers and bringing his hand up to my face. “Let me taste you.”
Running the flat of my tongue along his palm, I gather up the salty evidence of his release, making sure to get every last drop before moving to his fingers. He watches me with heated eyes, his lips parted, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. After I’m done, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth to mine. With a thrust of my tongue, I push his release into his mouth as we share the taste of each other in one last steamy kiss.
A knock sounds on the door, halting our movement, and I feel Whit tense in my arms.
“Yeah?” he calls out, resting his forehead against mine.
“Your next patient is in room three, all ready for you,” Tasha calls out through the door.
“Alright, perfect. I’m finishing up my lunch, and I’ll be out in just a minute. Thanks, Tasha.”
Whit sits back, looking frazzled all over again, and I can’t help but laugh. “Close call,” I say, and he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll say.”
“Glad you seemed to enjoy your…lunch, though.”
He smiles, breathing out a laugh. “I did, and I’ll enjoy eating my other lunch after this patient. Thank you again for bringing this to me.”
“You’re welcome.” Standing up, we both tuck ourselves back in. “It’s supposed to start snowing again soon. They’re predicting quite the storm, so be careful driving home, and let me know if you need me to come get you.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll be okay. My last patient will be done by four, so I won’t be late.”
“Okay, well, let me know.”
Peering up at me, he smiles, biting down on his bottom lip. “I will.”
After I lean in and steal one last kiss, we leave his office, and I head out to my truck. Once I’m shut inside, I can’t help but grin wider than I have in a long time. That didn’t go at all how I expected it to.
Maybe there’s hope for me, after all.