Chapter 13
13
William Andino
M emories flit behind my closed eyelids. A sultry slideshow displaying miles of smooth, toned, bare skin, rough, calloused hands roaming over my flesh, hot breath against my neck, goosebumps blooming along my limbs, and sweet, guttural groans, both mine and his. The feel of his body pressed up against mine, his cock hard and perfectly aligned with mine. His hand wrapped around us tightly, and the spit leaving his mouth to coat our lengths. The slick feel of his palm sliding up and down us both. Electricity pulsing just below the surface, soaring through my veins and invading my mind.
The darkness of the room, only the faint glow of the streetlights, the feel of the barely used bedding beneath my body, the hungry look in his eyes as he alternates his dark gaze between my face and where we slide in and out of his grip. The veins protruding from his forearm, the bulge in his bicep, the sharp point of his dusky nipples. Everything. The heavy beating of my heart against my ribs, the heat pooling low in my spine, the tingle through my limbs. All of it is so vivid in my mind, as if it were just yesterday.
“Look at you writhing beneath me,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Your cock feels so fucking good against mine.”
Soapy and slick, I wrap my fist around my length, squeezing at the base as I slap my other hand against the cool, wet tile on the wall. My head hangs between my shoulders, water streaming over my head and sluicing down my back. I pump my cock the way I remember Colt doing it that night. I’m the one touching myself, but behind my eyes, it’s him. It’s always him lately. Since getting back into town, Colt plagues my mind, and I don’t know how to get him out of there. His cocky smirk, that damn backwards hat he always wears, the deep gruffness of his voice, his tight, tan body. Everything about him drives me wild, and I can’t seem to help myself. It’s like I’m twenty years younger and can’t seem to satiate myself fast enough.
I’ve made myself come to our time spent together more times than I can count in the weeks since my return. As with most adults, the older and more busy I’ve become, the lower my sex drive has gotten, but now it’s like I can’t get enough. I don’t understand what’s gotten into me.
That’s a lie. I absolutely know what’s gotten into me… So, here I am, starting my day by stroking my cock at seven in the morning in my shower, fantasizing about the man I shouldn’t be. I’m a fiend.
The room was dark; I barely even got a good look at him, but he’s burned into my brain. Every sharp line, every muscle and curve, even the filthy way he talked me through it all. Colt took control, and it’s something I wasn’t used to. All of my previous sexual partners, male and female, have always been on the more submissive side. It was always me making the first moves, calling the shots. Not with him. That night, I was wholly under Colt’s spell, and it made the entire experience that much hotter. He wasn’t shy, wasn’t intimidated. He was sure and steady, and it was sexy to experience.
A bolt of lust shoots down my spine, burying itself low in my groin as I fuck my fist faster. My heart is pounding, my blood is pumping hot, and my chest is heaving with my shallow, desperate breaths. I’m so close, my body’s on fire. I need to come. If I had it my way, my fist would be replaced with Colt’s lips as he kneeled before me in this shower stall. I allow myself to imagine how it would be to take him right here, knowing someone was downstairs. The risk of potentially being heard sends a molten heat to the base of my spine. Similarly to how I almost kissed him the other day, knowing his dad—my best friend—was just downstairs. The visual has my balls tightening into my body, and before I know it, my dick pulses, spilling my load down the drain. My release seizes my muscles, and I have to clench my jaw tightly to keep from crying out. Wave after wave rolls through me as I pump the last drop from my cock.
Disappointment floods my system almost immediately, like it always does when I allow myself to get swept away by the lust I feel from remembering that night.
Slapping my hand against the wall, I curse out under my breath before finishing up my shower.
I pull into the arena, checking the time on the dash and seeing that I have about a ten minutes before I need to head inside and start setting up. It’s the second free clinic this morning, and I’m excited for the most part. The first time was such a success that I can’t wait to see what type of turnout we have today. In addition to feeling excited, though, I’m also a little anxious. Assuming Colt comes today like he said he would, this’ll be the first time we’ve seen each other since I reassigned him to Doug. It was a shitty thing to do without notifying Colt first, especially since Meg told me he seemed upset about it when he found out. To make matters worse, I told Meg it had slipped my mind to tell Colt because of how busy I had been this week.
That’s a lie; it didn’t slip my mind. I purposely avoided telling him because I didn’t want to deal with the backlash, and in doing so, my staff has to deal with the brunt of it. The truth is, being near Colt intimidates me, which doesn’t make any sense. He’s nearly half my age; what he thinks, does, or says should have no effect on me, but it does.
The shower this morning barely took the edge off, and knowing I’m going to be face to face with him soon isn’t helping either.
When I can’t put it off any longer, I turn off my car and climb out. Once inside, I notice that Doug and Meg aren’t here yet, so I begin setting up by myself. I also notice that Colt isn’t here. Although, if the first time is anything to go off of, he’ll arrive closer to the time the doors open. Probably better that way. The less time we spend alone together, the better.
Over the next ten minutes, volunteers start trickling in, including Meg and Doug. We get set up, and it isn’t until a minute before the doors get unlocked that Colt saunters in, steps full of swagger that’s all him. It takes me a second to realize what’s different about him… It’s the sling; he’s not wearing it. Sitting behind the check-in desk beside Meg, he turns to her and smiles before they get started checking patients in. It doesn’t take long for a line to form, people pouring in as th e minutes drag on.
As Colt checks people in, Meg takes them to one of the makeshift designated rooms, which is really just a hospital bed and a chair surrounded by a privacy curtain. It’s about five minutes before she steps out and hands the file off to me. Stepping into the room, I’m met with a woman in her early twenties.
“Good morning, Ms. Michaelson,” I greet as I take a seat in the chair in front of her. “I’m Dr. Andino, and I’ll be taking care of you today.
“Hi.”
“Why don’t you tell me a little bit about what’s going on with you.”
“I’ve had pain in my right ear for a couple days,” she explains. “It’s only getting worse.”
I nod, then glance at her chart. “It looks like when the nurse took your temperature, you had a slight fever. Is that new or did that start when the ear pain did?”
“I’m not sure,” she replies softly. “I don’t have a thermometer at home, but I think I had a fever last night.”
“Alright, let’s have a look and see what we find.” Placing the otoscope just inside her ear, my suspicions are confirmed when I take in her red, bulging eardrum paired with the pain and the fever.
After getting her a prescription for antibiotics to treat her ear infection, I send her on her way, and once I get the makeshift room sanitized and ready to go for the next patient Meg brings in, I step out and meander toward the front. The line has gotten significantly longer than when I was last up here, and as I wander up to the table Colt is sitting at, and peruse the list of names and symptoms of the checked in patients, I glance over at him, but he remains focused on the task at hand.
“Good morning, Colt,” I murmur.
Without even looking at me, he says, “Morning, Dr. Andino.”
Dr. Andino. Not Doc. Not William .
Before I have a chance to reply, Meg calls me back, letting me know my next patient is in “room” number six. From there, the rest of the morning passes in a blur of runny noses and pesky coughs. We’re so busy that I don’t even have a chance to take a break and eat a snack, but we’re somehow able to get through everybody who checked in today, only running over our allotted time by a half an hour. The last patient went to Doug, so I help Meg and Colt break everything down, and he’s still not paying me any attention, which is annoying me far more than it should.
The paranoid part of my brain is telling me he’s giving me the silent treatment because I switched him over to Doug’s care, but even if that is the case, shouldn’t that make me relieved? Isn’t that exactly what I wanted when I made the decision? It shouldn’t be getting under my skin, and I certainly shouldn’t be wanting to approach him and start a conversation myself.
Leave it alone, Will.
I’m doing a pretty good job at keeping my distance as we finish putting everything away, but then Meg goes and takes a load of stuff out to her car, and Colt and I are left alone. Like I have zero control over my actions, I find myself walking over to him before my mind has a chance to talk me out of it.
He doesn’t look at me as I come to a stop beside him.
“Busy day, huh?” I murmur as I close one of the folding chairs.
“Sure was.”
“See your sling is gone. Bet you’re happy about that.”
What am I doing? Why on earth am I trying so damn hard to initiate small talk?
Finally, Colt turns his head, bright green eyes meeting mine, and a barely-there smirk slides across his lips. “Sure am.”
“Have you gotten any better at doing things left-handed?”
The smirk grows as he regards me. “Some things,” he replies before taking a step closer. “Other things I had to…get a little creative with, if you know what I mean.”
Heart slamming against my chest at the insinuation that’s very clear, I swallow thickly, trying to bring moisture back to my mouth as I force a dry laugh through my nose and nod. “I’ll bet.”
Cocking his head to the side slightly, he asks, “Do you?”
I bite down on my molars as I stare down my nose at him. He’s only a few inches shorter than I am, but his energy is about eight feet tall. “Yes, Colt, I think I do.”
Gaze dipping down to my lips for a single moment, Colt grins with all his teeth but doesn’t reply. We finish breaking down the rest of the chairs, and then the table, by the time Meg walks back inside.
“You two still okay cleaning everything up?” she asks, looking from me to Colt. She must see the confusion on my face because she adds, “Doug and I both have to leave right away, remember? We talked about it earlier this week.”
“Right.” I nod, the conversation coming back to me. “That’s fine. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Meg.”
“Thanks, Will. You too! Doug’s still with his patient, but he’ll be done any minute,” she calls out from over her shoulder. “See you Monday. Bye, Colt!”
Turning my head, I glance over at Colt. Breaking down the table, he’s not paying me any mind. It’s not something that should aggravate me, but it does. Ethics aside, the entire reason I moved Colt over to Doug’s care was to remove myself from the situation, and now, here I am, mere days later, finding reasons to talk to him because he spent the whole morning pretending he didn’t know I existed. It’s ridiculous.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I’m going to start breaking down one of the patient rooms while Doug finishes up with his patient.”
Colt gives me a mock solute before returning his attention to the task at hand. Doesn’t bother saying anything.
I spin on my heels with a huffed breath and go back toward the patient rooms. I need to snap out of it.