Chapter 27
Amelia
The ache in my pussy never went away.
Every fucking step I took, it was a like the ghost of a memory.
The grins from Jennie and Sarah didn’t help either.
Shooter never stopped reminding me that I was his, but I never returned the sentiment after that night in the studio.
I was afraid of something happening that I would feel trapped again.
Though the more I was around him, those thoughts would disappear. I felt he wasn’t playing around. It reminded me of the devotion I saw from Hound when Melody;s around and how Melody's looked at him like she couldn’t live without him. I thought that was Shooter and how I felt about him.
“Amelia, room five needs labs drawn again, the lab said it was hemolyzed.” Dr. Andres popped up beside me. “I need to see what their CBC is.”
“Yes ma’am on it.” I popped up from my chair. The slight pain in my vagina made me wince. I thought I was broken. I hummed a little, a random tune that was stuck in my head from the radio from the drive to work.
“Should I be worried about you?” Andres asked. “You seem a little too happy.”
I shook my head. “Well, at least it’s not due to a medication change,” I replied, carding into the computer for labels. She made a certain noise like the kind that says “I don’t believe you, but if you say so. It’s none of my business, but it kind of is.”
“Why would you need to be worried? I’m here and I haven’t pulled any doubles yet.
” Which was something I tried to do, but not raise any red flags for Shooter to stalk me.
Not when Tony came to my place a couple days before with less than happy news.
Chris kept racking up the bill and I knew that it was getting out of control.
He had disappeared since I left to find Shooter.
They “reassured” me that I was still in the good graces of their boss. The look in their eyes was filled with pity. I just wanted the debt to disappear and move on with my fucking life.
But life loves to throw curveballs when you don’t know how to hit it out of the park.
“No. You just look lighter. And I like your hair recently,” she complimented. “Whatever is happening, maybe it’s for the better.”
I started playing with my hair, not noticing that the length had been getting longer. It’s been years since my hair was able to be put up into a ponytail or even pulled back a little. The ends of my hair were starting to be in my peripheral and a subtle smile lifted on my face.
Shooter was becoming a safe place for me, unlocking every desire. So, yeah, I couldn’t help but smile.
The morning flew by, and I was counting down the hours until I could rest and possibly be in the arms of the man that was quickly becoming who I was needing.
The couple of weeks spent with him also gave me the best sleep at night.
My nightmares started to become less frequent and intense.
And the ones that slipped through were soothed by him in various ways.
And I rekindled with myself and voicing what I wanted, what I needed.
Sometimes he would turn my thoughts out, especially when I felt like a hurricane bursting through from the shifts that felt hard.
And I felt like I never wanted to leave him, I was the one becoming obsessed, and it became evident when every step I took during work there was an aching pleasure. There were still parts of him that I needed to see, to understand. But we had time.
“The sex has to be that good, girl,” Sarah said.
“I’m not saying it isn’t.”
“Honey, you look like you could use an ice pack,” Jennie whispered.
The thought did occur, but I brushed it off. “I’m fine. I’m just… happy, right now. And I’m trying to live in that moment.”
“You live in that moment, honey,” Jennie yelled out, with a lot of heads turning to her.
“And what moment would that be?” A glorious booming voice pulled my attention, before I could finish gloving up for a blood draw on another patient.
In all his beautiful glory, with his beard brushed and cleaned up, his hair pulled back into a full bun.
His long sleeve gray blue shirt that peeked through his cut made his skin more tanned than usual and made his muscles look like he had been working out tenfold.
I had to stop myself from looking like a fish out of water that was fighting with her two brain cells.
“If you’re ever done with him, can I have him?” Sarah asked, leaning over the counter.
I tried to find the words, but I couldn’t.
“Here’s the thing, ladies, she’ll never be done with me.” He winked, sliding over a lunch bag across the counter. His finger tilted my chin up, closing my apparent open mouth. “Hi, peaches.”
There was a collective “awe” moment from my two friends who were turning into puddles. I knew that feeling all too well. He rested his arms, leaning on the counter.
“You know people are going to start talking the more you come here.” I tried to reason with him. It was his last visit that had me feeling like a wet mess. I blame it on the sexual frustration and his dick that was so damn addictive.
“And the problem would be?” He smiled. Shooter’s smile should have been the nail in my own coffin.
I mean, if the man wanted to come see me in a sweaty mess with possibly puke or body fluid stains, he could be my guest. Scrubs aren't an aphrodisiac, no matter if you get the body slimming expensive scrubs or not.
“I wouldn’t have a problem.” Jennie swooned. I shot her a look like “you’re not fucking helping”.
“Because I have a job to do and you’re a distraction. Plus, papers aren’t signed yet, I don’t need HR to think there’s a problem.”
“Me, a distraction?” He curled his lips. “The only distraction is your ass when you try to walk away from me. But let’s not forget you don’t wear his ring.”
A compliment and an observable, how infuriating. I tried to find those damn words. "I… couldn’t find it.” I mean he wasn’t wrong, there was no tan line, and I stopped wearing it years ago. Maybe I was just worried that someone would take my newfound happiness away from me.
“Don’t worry, you won’t need to find it, once I give you mine.
” He winked. The fucker winked like it was his plan the whole time.
I should have pushed him away for that, well my former self would have high-tailed it out of there.
Yet, the simple thought that I hadn’t scared off this man too bad with my messed up life shoved the “flight” mode.
“Fuck me,” Sarah whispered.
“Give me a kiss, peaches,” he demanded.
“Not here.” I had too many eyes looking at us.
Shooter leaned in. “Give your man a kiss.”
I raised an eyebrow. “My man? Since when?” I mean I was playing coy, I didn’t think he bought it.
He leaned over the nursing station, brought his lips to my ear. “Since you were crying out my name when that delectable pussy was squeezing the life out of my cock and saying mine.”
“You can’t say that here.”
“Does it look like I care?” His lips brushed the side of my face, ghosting over my lips. “I’d like a kiss, Amelia, please.”
Instant panty drop, it wasn’t the word “please” it was the way it rolled off his tongue like it wasn’t manners it was a beckoning call.
“Only because you’re being nice and saying please,” I said, rising to my tip toes and kissing him.
He threaded his hand at the back of my head and pulled me in further, deepening the kiss.
As he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipped in slowly.
I moaned into his mouth, forgetting where I was and who was around me.
He nipped on my lower lip. “Such a sweet girl.”
“That’s all you want?”
“There’s a lot of things I want.”
“Like what?”
“Lunch with my woman.”
I smiled. “Maybe I could do that.”
“Lead the way.”
Sarah and Jennie looked back at me, shooing me away as I ripped the gloves off me, and Jennie took over. She gave me a wink as I walked away with a man that made my heart flutter.
This was normal, right? A man that was willing to spend whatever time I had with me, even if it was just to sit down for lunch. I mean, it was just lunch, there wasn’t going to be anything else. Right?
We had been here before enjoying lunch, like a normal couple, which we were not.
He was ensuring that I was being taken care of, and for a long time, I wasn’t fighting it.
From day one, I underestimated the softer side of him, though his possessiveness and alpha male tendencies showed in more ways than one.
And one of those ways I was not complaining.
Something was off though, even with his hand on my thigh slowly moving thumb along, he was off.
His energy maybe, or even the way he wouldn’t look back at me when I glanced up, or even the way he was playing with his food.
When the silence was enough, I put down my food, dramatically dusted off my hands, and gripped his beard to face me. A low groan escaped from him. “You hiding something from me, River?”
I used his name, said it the way I knew drove him crazy.
“Not hiding anything. Don’t worry about me, peaches.” He tried to shrug off and turn his head. The crazy, obsessive side of me reared her chaotic head as I gripped his beard hard and yanked him back to me.
“Try again.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t. Worry. About. Me.” He enunciated each word.
The man was on the verge of being without sex for a long time with that attitude. Funny, knowing that the roles had reversed with him being the one with the bratty attitude.
“You either tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours or I’m going back home tonight and you can fuck your hand,” I threatened. I wouldn’t really go home, fearing that Chris would be home, but I’d go somewhere else.
His eyes darkened “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t you remember, sugar, I’m a stubborn, determined woman. Try me,” I challenged, still holding on to his beard. I kind of liked having this power over him, a little shift in our dynamic. But I was holding true about not holding back and lying to him… well, mostly everything.