Chapter 12 - Miles
"Miles, blow into the tube," Dr. Vicky gave me an annoyed face from her chair. She was sitting at eye level with me, holding the tube out.
"I did," I grumbled, grabbing the damn tube.
"And it was shit. If you really blew that, I need to be concerned about your lungs."
"Vicky, I've been coming here for three days and feel fine."
She glared, and I sighed, taking the tube up to my mouth and blowing into it. The small bobber inside blew up, hitting the top, and I started to cough.
Vicky scowled. "Don't try and bullshit me, Miles. You can't even blow into the tube without coughing. You clearly affected your lungs.
I tossed the tube aside. "I'm fine. If you write that down on my paperwork, Ayden is gonna chew my ass out even more than he already did."
"For good reason," she said, writing some things down on the paper. “When are you going to learn you aren’t impenetrable? You guys may be strong, but you’re not god. You know that any damage done internally and externally heals, but it leaves scars.” She shook her head."I'm having you use an inhaler for the next week, and you'll take it easy at work. You keep that sling on for a couple days until it stops pinching.
Ayden was going to love this.
After checking my blood pressure, Vicky released me. I headed to work, not looking forward to informing Ayden I had to take it easy. I knew there would be another lecture as if the hour-long one after being released the other day wasn't enough.
While I understood his point, I still wouldn't change what I did. Just like with the old lady I saved, I knew I had done the right thing.
I parked and headed inside. I went up the stairs, finding the space was quiet. I walked towards Ayden's office, finding it empty. As I turned, I could hear typing coming from Laura's room.
I walked down the hallway and poked my head into her room. She was sitting at her desk, her eyes glued to the computer as she typed. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she was wearing glasses sitting at the edge of her nose.
I knocked, and her eyes snapped up. She quickly leaned back and gave me a soft smile. "Hey, how was your doctors appointment?"
"It was good. I have to take it easy for a couple of days." I moved my arm, the sling swinging it.
She made a face, and I could see concern cross her face. She placed her hands together in her lap and licked her lips. "You're okay, though? How are your lungs?"
I nodded, trying to make light of everything. "Of course. It would take a lot more to really hurt me."
She shook her head, not laughing. "You could have been seriously hurt, Miles. Please don't joke about it."
I frowned, watching as tears built in her eyes. I panicked, suddenly regretting the joke.
"Hey, there is no reason to cry. I'm fine. Honestly, I just have to use an inhaler for a week and physical therapy for my shoulder. Almost everyone gets hurt here eventually."
She wiped at her eyes. "I understand that it's a dangerous job, but you were hurt. And things could have been a lot worse. Wendy was telling me about your guy’s ability to heal, but that you could have been seriously hurt."
I moved, walking around her desk. "Hey, I'm okay."
I reached out, and she wrapped her arms around my stomach, pulling me close. "I was worried," she whispered.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Sure, the guys worried about you, and we were a team, but having her worry felt different. It hit differently.
I hooked her chin, smiling at her. "I'm okay."
"Don't even take your helmet off again," she said, tears breaking free.
"I can't promise that."
"You can and you will," she said, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "You have to stay protected when you go into a fire."
"Okay, I promise I'll keep the helmet on from now on."
She gave me a single nod, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel his fingers fisting my shirt, her hands shaking. I remember her doing this when she was worried or scared.
I leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Laura leaned forward, pressing her body tightly against mine. The kiss was soft for a moment, and her lips pressed against mine.
But it quickly grew more passionate. My hand fell, wrapping around the back of her head, pulling her head forward toward me. She moaned softly and bit on my lower lip.
I inhaled sharply, moving my hand down to her ass. She moved out of her chair, pulling her hands up and shoving me back onto her desk.
My eyebrows raised as she moved her hands over my chest, her fingers working at my shirt.
"I thought you said you don't want a sexual relationship."
"That was before I watched you go into a burning building," she muttered, undoing a button. "Right now, I just want to enjoy you. I want to know if you're alive and okay."
My shirt fell open, and her fingers ran over my chest. Her hands were cold, and they felt good against my hot skin.
"I am alive and okay," I said, smiling at her.
"I have to see that for myself," she said, tugging at the shirt and working it over the sling.
I wasn't going to argue with her. Her fingers ran down my chest, almost like she was examining me. I figured her hands would pause on my tattoo of a lion on my chest, but they paused on a large scar on my hip. "Where did you get that?"
"Bad car accident three years ago."
She pulled her eyes up, looking sad. "And your left shoulder?" Her finger trailed over the scar I had there.
"Fire. A piece of metal fell and ripped through my suit."
Her fingers flattened on my chest as I leaned forward. "Should I be worried? Do you make reckless decisions?"
She smelt like honeysuckle, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against her collarbone. I kissed gently, knowing this was one of her spots. She softly moaned, and it was a pleasure to my ears.
I pulled her chin up, kissing her deeply. My tongue slid over hers, and I wanted to devour her whole.
I pulled at her shirt, tossing her blouse aside. She was wearing a lacey black bra that made my cock ache. Her beast sat perky, and I remembered just how sensitive her nipples were.
I unsnapped her bra, letting it fall. I palmed her breasts and brushed her nipples with my calloused thumbs, watching her squirm.
"I do," I said, kissing her stomach. "But you don't need to worry."
"I feel like I do," she said breathily.
I pulled my lips up, sucking on one of her nipples. Laura moaned louder, and I smirked.
"I'll show you that you don't have to because I'm in peak form."
I turned her, sitting her on the desk where I was. I laid her down on the desk, kissing down her chest, still twisting her nipples as I did. Laura moaned, her back arched as she grabbed my hair.
"Just because you're talented with your mouth doesn't prove your point."
I smirked, leaning back. "Are you saying you need more proof?"
She nodded, and I could see how her eyes had glazed over. She had pure lust burning in them. All logic was gone. But it was gone long before this.
I grabbed my pants, unbuttoning them. Her eyes watched me, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
I pulled them down slowly, loving the look on her. My cock bobbed as I fisted it, holding it out on display for her. Her mouth opened slightly.
I pulled at my sling, and she scowled. "Aren't you supposed to keep that on?"
I smirked at her. "It isn't going to prove my point."
I stroked myself as I unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down. Laura was quick to help, yanking her underwear down quickly.
Her pussy was slick as I slid a finger over her folders. Laura's head bucked back, and I smiled, happy to know I still knew what she liked even after all these years.
I found her clit, rubbing my thumb over it in circles. Her fingers racked down my chest, leaving lines as they went.
"Laura, look at me."
Her eyes snapped back to me.
"You're going to watch," I said, sliding my cocks head over her entrance. "How else are you going to know that I'm perfectly fine? I want your eyes on me every stroke, and when you orgasm so hard that your body goes numb, it's my doing."
Her eyes stayed on me as I slid into her. Her mouth opened in a louder moan, and I pulled a hand up, covering her mouth.
I smirked. "I'm pretty sure we are still alone, but I'm not entirely sure."
She removed my hand, shaking her head. "Ayden took everyone to lunch. It's just us. They only left twenty minutes ago."
With that information, I grabbed her legs, holding them wide as I moved, thrusting into her roughly. Laura cried out, her fingernails biting into the skin on my arms.
Laura's head fell back, but her eyes stayed glued to me. My shoulder stung, but I ignored it, forcing it to do as I demanded.
Laura's hand fell, her fingers sliding over her clit as I started to speed up. I could feel her clenching which felt fucking amazing. "Fuck you feel amazing."
Laura's puss clenched tighter around me, and I knew she was getting close. I could feel myself getting close.
I sped up, and Laura cried out as she clenched hard around my cock. I could feel her pulsing as she orgasmed, forcing my own to follow her.
She flattened on the desk, panting, and I leaned on my other shoulder, holding myself up.
"Does that prove my point?" I asked.
She nodded her head. "Oh, for sure." After taking a long breath, she rolled up and licked her lips. “Promise me that you’ll be safe. I want you to live a long life and you can’t if you die in a fire.”
I wasn't sure what this all meant, but I took it as good news. I was one step closer to winning her back.