Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Leonard
The pen in my hand clicks over and over, my thumb relentlessly pressing the top.
Where’s my girl?
“Hi, dear. The doctor is ready for you. Go right in,” Kathy greets.
Hearing my receptionist, I stand and then sit. Shit, what’s the matter with me? Last night wasn’t our first time, so why do I feel antsy?
Shelby enters my office with a deep blush.
Smiling, I stand and motion to the chair in front of my desk. “Have a seat.”
My eyes roam over her, assessing the way she walks. Her gait appears normal, good. I’d been rough last night, but I want her sore, not in pain.
“Shelby.” I nod. “What can I do for you? Kathy said you were a little vague when booking the appointment.”
“Thanks for making room to see me.” Her eyes flit about the room.
“Shelby,” I urge.
“So you know how we were talking about my . . . erm, annual checkup. Turns out I do need that.”
Nodding, I give her an easy smile, encouraging her to continue. I may know why she’s here, but I want to hear it.
I need her to say it.
My office falls into silence as we look at each other. Finally, Shelby rolls her eyes and caves.
“I need an exam and Plan B. Please,” she adds politely.
“Don’t roll your eyes,” I reprimand. “Let’s complete your examination first, shall we?”
Swallowing, Shelby heaves a breath before following me to the door connecting to the examination room attached to my office.
She moves shyly at first but raises her chin as she passes me. That’s my girl. “Go ahead and undress. Everything’s set up and ready for you.”
Busying myself, I pluck a pair of gloves from the box sitting by the door. “With you wanting Plan B, I assume you had vaginal sex?” I ask. I can’t help myself.
Without turning, I know her cute face is bright red. The shuffling of clothes stops, and I hear her climb onto the bench. Steadying my breath, I will my body not to react.
“Yes,” she answers reluctantly.
“Anything else I need to know?” I push, taking a seat on my stool. Wheeling closer, I settle between her spread legs, taking my pre-prepped table with me.
“Erm.”
I watch her squirm both physically and mentally.
Huffing, Shelby lays her head back and gives in. “We had anal sex last night.”
I grin, safely hidden between her legs. “And?” I stress, knowing that there’s more to say.
“I performed oral . . . I think.”
“You think?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Shelby, do I need to worry?” I play along, adding lubricant to two fingers.
“No!” she rushes. “He wouldn’t hurt me, not like that.”
“Good.” I squeeze her inner thigh. “This will be a little cold,” I warn.
Shelby’s body tenses as I ease my fingers into her. A whimper of pain drifts down the table.
“Relax, it’s just me,” I reassure.
Four words I shouldn’t have said. My body reacts instantly. Memories flood me of being braced above her, easing my cock into her sleepy body. I half expect her to whisper, “Hi,” back. But this isn’t Halloween, we’re not in her bedroom, and she’s not on the brink of a drug-induced sleep.
The memory of our previous Halloween floods me—the way she smiled to greet me, the way she looked when she realized who I was, the way she whispered, “Hi,” shyly when I joined her on the bed.
Her pleas and moans sound out in my head, something that’s getting harder and harder to wait a full year to hear again.
Pushing down on her lower belly with my right hand, I try to stay focused on her exam.
We both ignore the way that her body responds, or at least pretend we do. Shelby squeezes her eyes closed while I pretend that I can’t feel the heat and added lubricant her body is providing.
My girl wants me. She just won’t acknowledge it, at least not in the light of day.
“Seems to be the usual. Your lovemaking was rough, but he was careful,” I reassure, removing my wet fingers.
“Lovemaking?” she asks, confused.
I see her frown as I stand.
“Lovemaking.” I nod. “You’re a little puffy. Are you in pain?” I ask, touching a finger to her glistening lower lips.
I didn’t think her face could heat further, but I was wrong.
She answers silently with a shake of her head.
“Out loud.”
“I’m okay.”
I raise a brow. I’d been angry about missing out on spending Halloween with her, so I’d fucked her hard.
“A little sore.”
Better.
“Take a few hot baths. Soaking in warm water will help soothe it.”
Shelby nods again. “Okay,” she rushes to add.
Good girl.
“I’m just going to check back here.” I prepare her, regloving and recoating my fingers. “Was last night your first time having anal sex?”
“Yes,” she pants, biting her lip.
“Were there any issues?”
“No, everything was good. Just sore this morning.”
I know she’s lying. There’s no way that she remembers, but my heart warms at the strength in her answer. She trusts that it was good, that her mystery man took care of her, and I did.
My lips twitch at the name. It’s what she calls me, right before recognition settles across her face, quickly followed by lust, always.
And it was good. Phenomenal, actually. The fact that her friends had been passed out in the same room had only heightened the experience . . . for both of us.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her honestly, withdrawing from her body.
Removing my gloves, I step back as Shelby pulls her legs from the stirrups and sits up. Before she can jump down, I step forward again.
“Let’s have a look at that throat,” I insist.
Holding her chin with one hand, I reach for a tongue depressor.
Tilting her head, I peer inside. “The back of your throat is irritated also, but it’s nothing that lozenges and a few warm drinks won’t cure.” Releasing her chin, I stay close, with her trapped on the exam table.
Shelby has folded her hands to rest them at the apex of her thighs, but it’s not enough to shield her naked bottom half.
I frown, not enjoying her shyness as much as usual. I want her to be comfortable around me. I want her to know who I am. Surprised at the force of the thought, I step back. Once a year isn’t enough, and the knowledge that I have to wait makes me grumpy.
“Dress and join me in my office,” I offer sullenly.
Sitting at my desk, I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Everything okay?” Shelby asks, standing in the doorway.
“Of course.” I smile, waving to the chair she occupied earlier.
“In regard to a prescription, I’m not giving any.
You have some discomfort to be expected from rough intercourse, but I believe that was the point.
” I smirk. “Instead, I recommend rest and warm baths. You should be back to normal within a day or so.”
“And the Plan B?” she asks after a few seconds.
I make a disgruntled sound and reach for my prescription pad.
“We’ve discussed this a few times, and I thought I was clear last year.
He has a say in whether you have a child or not.
It’s a decision to be made together. An old-fashioned view, maybe,” I acknowledge, “but it’s my opinion that matters here.
Did you discuss what you’d like to do about birth control with your boyfriend? ”
“I told you it’s complicated. I don’t have a boyfriend, and it’s my choice.”
“Well, I’ll uncomplicate it. This is the last time that I prescribe Plan B, and I’m not putting you on birth control until the two of you have a conversation about what you both want and come to an agreement.
” I hold out the piece of paper after tearing it off the pad, knowing that when that conversation happens, my girl will know exactly who’s been breaking into her house.
“And I’ll know if you’re lying, Shelby.”
Her brow furrows as she accepts the prescription. “Thank you.” Shelby hesitates before adding, “We talked about condoms . . . kind of. He wasn’t really a fan.”
I chuckle at the memory.
Brushing the bangs off her forehead, I greet her sleepy gaze with a smile.
“I’m late. You should be asleep by now.”
Shelby shakes her head clumsily. “Nope. I knew you would come.”
“Of course. I would have been here sooner, but Riley refused to settle down. Too much candy.” I roll my eyes before turning them to the clock on her bedside. 11:58. I tut when I see what sits beside the digital clock.
“Use a condom?” she whispers, biting her lip, her voice so timid that the order sounds like a plea.
“No,” I answer with a shake of my head and a firm tone. I give her a small smile to take away the sting of my rebuttal. Rubbing my nose against hers, I breathe her in before pressing a small kiss to her now parted lips.
“Happy Halloween, sweetheart.”
Of course, the only memory Shelby will have from that conversation is the consequences. A sliced condom on the table top. A clear message. I’m not interested in using them.
And birth control is out of the question while she remains oblivious to who I am. It’d be giving her a green light to find someone else. Fuck no!
“Well, not everyone likes using them,” I offer unhelpfully.
Folding my hands on my desk, I give a look that says our conversation is over, because it is.
“Okay.” Shelby squirms. “Well, thank you for this.” She waves the prescription.
“Make sure to rest and take baths.”
My stomach twists as she turns to leave.
As I watch her walking out the door, a thought occurs to me not for the first time. Who says I have to wait a year?