Chapter 19
DELTA
D espite his assurances that he trusts his partner Jenna completely, Brooks still hovers at the side of the exam table, supervising and double checking everything she does and reviewing my brand-new scans over her shoulder.
“She’s my patient now, Harrison.” Doctor Walters reminds him waspishly when Brooks makes his third noise of disapproval in about sixty seconds. Holding out her hand, she helps me sit up. “Well, Delta, apart from having a pain-in-the-ass fiancé, I’d say you’re looking pretty good.”
Brooks clears his throat. “ Pretty good is subjective.”
Obviously deciding not to engage, Doctor Walters leans casually against the counter in the corner. “So, your pain is manageable, and it’s been how long since your last injection again?”
“About six weeks,” Brooks replies before I can even open my mouth, and I share an exasperated look with Doctor Walters.
Looking back at the X-rays on the wall, my new doctor hums thoughtfully. “I think we’re in the watch-and-wait stage, then. We’ll continue with your inflammation management, which should keep you comfortable as long as you’re not training full time. Any plans to return to snowboarding?”
My mind drifts to the boxes of my stuff in our garage and I shake my head. “Maybe for fun with my brothers, but no professional training, no.”
Doctor Walters nods approvingly before turning to Brooks. “Thoughts, Harrison? Since I’m sure you have them.”
Brooks sighs, his focused, clinical doctor frown in place.
“I think she’s right, Delta. Your pain is manageable, your condition isn’t deteriorating.
I do believe a hip replacement is inevitable, but if you keep up with your physical therapy, there’s no reason we can’t put it off for a few years at least.”
My heart soars, and I reach out to take Brooks’ hand, unable to contain my smile. “No surgery?”
The two surgeons in the room nod decisively, and Brooks smiles hugely, the corners of his eyes creasing. “No surgery.”
We barely make it home.
The moment we get in the car outside his office, I squeal, lunging over the center console to shower kisses over Brooks’ smiling cheek. “Are you happy?” he laughs as we pull out of the parking lot, reaching over to squeeze my thigh.
I nod, beaming. I’d been so nervous before this appointment, terrified Doctor Walters would tell me that surgery was the only option or that I would need to put everything on pause for a while longer.
I feel great, but the possibility that my condition hasn’t improved as much as I thought has been a dark cloud over my head for weeks.
No more.
My body, my life, they’re all mine, and I know the first thing I want to do with them.
As usual, Brooks must be able to read my mind because his grip tightens on my leg. “Do you want to get lunch?” His voice is strained, like he’s forcing himself to be a good fiancé and not pull over to the side of the road and give me what we’ve both wanted for weeks.
I shake my head, parting my thighs in wordless invitation. His hand moves between them, cupping my already-throbbing pussy through my leggings.
Brooks lets out his breath in a long hiss, rubbing me steadily. “Tell me what you want me to do to you when we get home.”
Whimpering, I arch my back and spread my legs wider, even if in the back of my mind I know he won’t allow it.
Sure enough, I gasp when Brooks’ hand comes down to give my throbbing clit a firm spank. “Naughty girl.” His free hand tightens on the steering wheel. “Tell me. Now.”
His eyes are on the road, and I’d almost think he was unaffected if it weren’t for the intimidating ridge of his cock pressing against his jeans.
Too busy perving on him, I squeal when he spanks my pussy again, sharper than before. “I asked you a question, Delta.”
I shudder, wishing he would drive faster. “I want—I want you to fuck me. I want you to come inside me.”
Brooks grunts his approval at this response and rewards me by resuming the slow, measured strokes over the seam of my leggings.
My head drops back against the headrest, and my eyes flutter shut, allowing myself to enjoy his touch. We’re on a public street. Anyone who looked into the car for too long would notice Brooks’ muscular arm stretched over into my lap and my lips parted in a moan. I can’t bring myself to care.
“That’s it. Don’t be shy.” His quiet praise makes me quake in my seat, arching against the seatbelt desperately. “Let’s get that tight little pussy ready for me.”
My eyes snap open when Brooks pulls his hand away for a fraction of a second, my cry of protest turning to a moan of pleasure when he shoves it beneath my leggings and panties, coming in direct contact with my swollen sex.
He already fucked me in the shower this morning, but despite me begging for it, he came all over my ass instead.
“Put your foot up on the dashboard, yeah, like that.” I do as he says, opening myself up for him.
Two long fingers shove deep inside me, hard enough to make me jerk back instinctively from the sharp stretch.
There’s nowhere to go, though, and all I can do is clutch the seat as he scissors his fingers, stretching me open from the inside out.
The heel of his palm is grinding relentlessly over my clit, and faster than I would have thought possible, I find myself coming with a loud cry.
Brooks pulls his hand free just as he turns into the driveway, skidding to a halt and turning the keys with the same hand that’s still shiny with my release.
The silence in the car is ringing in my ears as he looks over at me, jaw tight and eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “Get in the house, Delta.”
I fumble with my seatbelt, and wrench the handle open in seconds. Brooks is striding around the car to my side before I’ve even gotten to my feet.
His arm wraps possessively around my waist as we rush toward the house. The dogs are thankfully at doggy daycare today, so there are no interruptions when we get inside, almost tripping over the mat in our haste.
Brooks kicks the door closed behind him and then we’re on each other, kissing frantically in the center of the entryway, clawing at each other’s clothes without making any real progress.
I love it like this, when I feel his tightly held control slip, and he’s just as feral for me as I am for him.
“Off,” he snarls, finally wrenching himself off me to yank my shirt over my head. My bra follows, and Brooks descends on my breasts, kissing, biting, and sucking right in the middle of the room while his hands fight to get my leggings and panties down my legs.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, clutching his hair as he pushes two fingers roughly into me again, sending me to the tips of my toes. “I’m ready. I’m so ready, Brooks. I want you. Please !”
“Shhh.” He stands, walking us back toward the nearest flat surface, which is the couch. “I’ll give you what you need, baby. I need it too.”
I fall back onto cushions, legs spread wantonly, and Brooks stares down at me as he unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his thick cock.
God, he’s so hot.
I reach for him and he obliges, leaning over to kiss me hungrily.
“You’re sure?” he asks again when we break apart, though his eyes don’t move from my pussy, like he’s transfixed by the effect he’s had on me. We’ve been having sex every day, twice some days, and it sends a hot thrill through me that he still wants me so desperately.
“I’m sure,” I whisper, suddenly mesmerized too as he grips his cock, stroking it up and down, the tendons in his arms straining.
I expect him to fuck me like this, but he surprises me. Straightening up, he turns, sinking onto the cushion next to me and I follow instantly, scrambling to swing a leg over his lap.
He smirks. “You want my cum, baby?” A hand comes down firmly on my ass. “Come and get it.”
We’ve somehow never done it like this before, and my stomach flips with nerves as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. He’s hot and throbbing in my hand, and I stare down between us as I guide his tip to my entrance.
My lips part in a silent cry as I push down, impaling myself on his length.
It doesn’t seem to matter how often we’re together, or how much time he spends getting me ready. There’s always an edge of pain to Brooks filling me. On days like today, when he’s already fucked me once and I haven’t had time to recover, it hurts a little extra.
My inner walls are burning and it feels like he’s pressing against the deepest part of me. For a moment, all I can do is pant and squirm, struggling to adjust.
“You’re okay,” Brooks coos, kissing me tenderly.
His jaw is strained and I can tell he wants to take over, but he still doesn’t move, waiting for me to get to work.
“Is it too deep, baby?” One warm hand moves to rub comforting circles over my back when I nod shakily. “You want my cum there, don’t you?”
He’s said the magic words.
Another wave of arousal coats his length, and we both moan as, slowly, I rise onto my knees. When just the head of his cock is left inside me, I drop down again, sucking in an unsteady breath as he hits bottom all over again .
“There you go,” Brooks murmurs approvingly when I find my rhythm, rolling my hips so my clit grinds against his pubic bone. His eyes are on the space between us, watching me fuck him. “Such a good girl, bouncing up and down on my cock. You took it so rough earlier, too.”
I moan in response. Clutching his shoulders for leverage as I begin riding him faster.
I’m going to come soon. Pleasure and pain are burning me up from the inside out, coursing through my veins and amplifying our every movement. Brooks must be getting close too, because he’s lifting his hips now, fucking me from below.
“Come in me,” I plead. “Please?—”
“I’m going to, fuck—” His arms lock around me, holding me in place as he loses the battle to let me do all the work. My legs are spread wide and open, unable to do more than take the frantic thrusts he drives up into my pussy.