Ezra 18.
I’ve never been more scared in my life. It’s like those lyrics from this one Lord Huron song. I have all of her. But in the last 16 hours, it’s only been most of her. Her mind is elsewhere, trapped in memories that I can’t see. If we don’t figure out what’s going on, she’s going to keep drifting from me until I only have some of her. And I’ll be damned if I end up with none of her. She’s mine.
I can’t let her see any of this though. I can’t show her I’m terrified of what Dr. Penifield will find. She had a prophylactic double mastectomy, but that doesn’t mean that she can never develop breast cancer. Hell, she has a swollen lymph node, it could be any number of infections…or cancer. Lymphoma. Breast. It doesn’t matter. That tiny fucking lump has the power to take her from me.
I shake my head. She needs me to be strong. A pillar. Someone she can lean on who won’t let her down. I’m her man. Me. It’s my responsibility to shoulder the burdens. I woke her up with my face buried between her legs, then bent her over the shower bench and fucked her until her knees gave out and she screamed my name to the heavens.
“Ezra.” I glance up sharply at Dr. Penifield’s voice. She offers me a tight smile. One glance at Dottie biting her bottom lip and mirth dancing in her eyes and I know I’m not doing a good job of being stoic.
Dot holds her hand out to me, “Come sit the fuck down, Ez,” and I cross the room in three strides. Her hand clasped tightly in mine; I sit next to her on the couch in the sitting room of my suite at the family compound.
“As I was telling Dorothy, I’ll need the records from her previous physicians and surgeon. Based on the physical exam, I’d like to order a few tests, but first I want to review the records.”
I sit up straight on the edge of the couch, “Can’t you just order the tests? Why wait?”
Dr. Penifield’s smile loosens, and her eyes soften as she looks at me. Dottie squeezes my hand. “I don’t want to waste your time, money, or sanity on unnecessary procedures.”
“Money isn’t a problem.”
“I understand that. However, let’s not borrow any trouble. I’ve taken some blood.” She did? How did I miss that? How far into my head was I? “I want to see the results, read over her records and formulate a game plan from there.”
“How long will that take? I can pay to expedite—”
“Ezra Kraus. You will stop throwing your money around like a self-entitled jackass!” Dottie growls, making Dr. Penifield chuckle. I dip my head sheepishly.
“So, I shouldn’t call the family physician for house-calls?” I can’t help myself. Dottie smacks my chest with a laugh.
“Give me a week. I don’t know how long it will take for the other doctors’ offices to respond. Just need you to sign these release forms.” Dottie quickly signs a form for each doctor she saw. We stand up, shake hands with the good doctor, and I show her out. When I come back in, Dottie is swinging her purse over her shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I stalk her through my suite. She keeps backing up, trying to get away from me. It only makes me want to chase her more. I have all these…feelings. Emotions. They are coursing through me, and I don’t know what to do with all of them.
With a heavy sigh, Dottie drops her purse, lifts her skirt and pulls her panties down her shapely legs. “Fine.” She raises her leg to the arm of the couch and points to her bare pussy. “Fuck me good so I can go to work.”
Hands on my hips, I stop, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. She awkwardly grabs the hem of her skirt, tucks it under her chin, and tries to bend in half to see her pussy. “What’s so fucking funny? Did a piece of toilet paper get stuck in there?”
“Oh God!” I wheeze, laughing so hard tears stream down my cheeks. “I love you, woman.” And just like that, I’m myself again. Calm, in control. Horny as hell. She’s a beautiful seductress with a golden pussy. And she’s all mine. I’m not going to lose her, not even a little bit of her.
“I know. Now, you gonna fuck me or what? I got numbers to crunch.”