Five
O f all the people to come out of that room, it was the fucking doc. The one who ghosted me the second she could wash her hands of me. Just for once in my life, I’d love to come first for someone, anyone. Was it any wonder that I got into all kinds of shit, when nobody ever saw me as a priority for them?
“Hey, Lissa, Cammy said you might have some time for me? Hey doc, surprised to see you here, but then you probably never expected to bump into me, right?”
Lissa’s eyes darted from me to the doc and back, like someone just switched on a fucking light in her brain. What the hell had they been talking about in there? I had a feeling I’d been mentioned, whether it was by name or not.
“Yeah, of course, Torch, I’m free right now. So, tomorrow, Grace? I think we’ll have plenty to talk about tomorrow.”
Lissa winked at her, and I watched the doc tense even further. I mean, the second she’d spotted me, she’d frozen like a fucking statue, but suddenly she was even more rigid, like I was the biggest horror she’d ever seen.
“I…” She stared at me for a moment, looking like she wanted to say more, but then she glanced helplessly at Lissa, and hurried out of the door like her ass was on fire. I knew I could make her feel like she was on fire, but she’d need to get her head out of her ass first. Why was I so fixated on her ass all of a sudden?
“Let’s go and get started, Torch.” I followed Lissa like I was some pathetic puppy following his mistress, and the thought of the word mistress took me right back to the hospital, offering to fucking lay down and submit to Grace, like some kind of pussy. Micro was right. What the fuck was I thinking?
“Take a seat,” Lissa said, as she closed the door, and leaned over to remove the half empty glass of water from in front of my seat. I had this sudden urge to fight to keep it, because the doc’s lips had touched it, right? There was the faintest trace of pink lipstick on it, and I wanted it on my lips, but because I’d kissed her fucking soul out of her.
“Let me just get you a fresh glass, Torch,” Lissa said, spiriting it away and bringing back an empty one. I let her pour water into it and slide it across to me, then she sat opposite me, and all I wanted to ask was what the doc had talked to her about, and was it me?
“I uh… I don’t really know where to start. I guess, uh… I didn’t expect to see the doc here.”
Lissa tucked her legs under her in her large chair, and smiled serenely.
“So you’ve obviously met before, but you know I can’t tell you anything she discussed with me, Torch.”
I shrugged, knowing that I’d be grateful for that same protection, if I actually let out some of the shit inside me. Did I really want to open that fucking casket of horrors though?
“I don’t really know how to do this,” I finally admitted, sitting back and staring at the water in my glass, like somehow it held the answers.
“You don’t have to talk about anything, but what brought you here today, Torch? Something happened that you felt you’d benefit from talking about?”
I wasn’t entirely sure why I’d suddenly felt the need to come here today, but there was stuff I could talk about for sure. It might even do me some good, right? I sighed, keeping my eyes on the water.
“I guess I’m having a little trouble being myself at the club right now. Any one of those fuckers could be the one who tried to kill me, and I’m… I mean, I’m having fucking trust issues… sorry for cursing.”
Lissa smiled, waving a hand elegantly before she spoke.
“First of all, I’m sure that’s a perfectly natural response after what you’ve been through. Who wouldn’t struggle when it’s impossible to know who attacked you?”
I hadn’t even realised I was making eye contact, but it didn’t feel like I was as out of my depth as I’d imagined at first. It was just Lissa, right? She said it was normal. I wasn’t used to anything about me being referred to as normal, so it was a weird feeling.
“How can they just look me in the eye, right? Like how can someone be such a cowardly motherfucker that they can stick a fucking knife in a friend’s back, and leave them for dead? How the fuck can they now act like everything’s fucking normal? I wanna find out which of those fuckers it was, and beat the living fuck out of him, before I take my torches and melt his fucking eyeballs-”
“Torch, please sit down.” I was standing up? Yeah, apparently so, but when the fuck did that happen? Was I just yelling at Lissa? What the fuck. I dropped back down on the seat, and gulped about half of the water, before I set the glass down.
“Sorry about that, Lissa. I guess I have a few anger issues too.”
“Let’s talk about those then, just when you feel yourself getting angry like that again, please pause and take a breath. I’m not your enemy, Torch. I’m here to help.”
Grace
I couldn’t believe he was there, and seeing him was like a punch in the… well… lady parts, obviously, but also it took my breath, because standing up and walking around, dressed in those clothes, with his head shaved and that crazy tattoo visible… damn. Basically he was like a walking red flag, but wrapped in the most delicious package.
I was sitting in my car just down the road from the therapy office, because I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t drive away knowing that he was in there. Torch. That was his biker name, but he’d always be the wisecracking, connoisseur of sexual harassment who tormented my dreams. How many times had I fingered myself to orgasms, or used various battery operated toys to get off, while I was thinking about him?
I was becoming obsessed, that was the problem. Twice now, he’d ended up my patient, but was that fate, or was it just that being a biker was so dangerous? Was it a life of crime that led to his injuries, or was it just bad luck?
I caught a glimpse of a biker walking along the street, but quickly realised it was a different biker, and he was heading into the therapy office rather than out of it. He had long blonde hair, and I didn’t see much else before he was out of sight. Did that mean Torch would be out soon? Had he been in there an hour? Had I sat out here in my car like some kind of psycho for a whole hour?
Suddenly there he was, walking down the street towards me, and I realised I was about to get busted for spying on him. I ducked down and tried to hide my face, as he grew close enough to see into the car, and then he was past the car, and I found myself disappointed. Had I wanted him to notice me? To catch me out? Had I thought he’d see me? Hoped? I reached for the keys, to start the engine and get the hell out of here before someone did spot me, but the passenger door being pulled open distracted me. Was I being carjacked?! I let out a panicked squeal before the large biker slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.
“Well, fancy you still being around here, doc. You got other important business in the area?”
He even smelled good, whatever cologne he wore was dark and spicy, and filled the car almost immediately, but not as quickly as his magnetism reached parts of me that had started to throb already.
“I uh… I was on a call, and I lost track of time.”
“Wow, doc… you’re really not great at lying, are you? You don’t even have a phone in your hand or anywhere visible. That would have sold it more.” Shit, I forgot how smart he was.
“I uh… can I give you a ride somewhere?” He narrowed his eyes at me, running his tongue over his bottom lip in a move so provocative that I almost moaned in response.
“I meant, drive you somewhere. Take you home or something?”
“I’d like to have you in my home, doc, but I’m happy having you in the car too. Or up against that wall over there. Behind that shop front over there. I’ll happily have you anywhere and everywhere.”
Was my breathing a little raspy now? How the hell was I supposed to hide that? I cleared my throat, wishing I could lower a window because the car suddenly felt stiflingly hot.
“I... can I drive you somewhere, Torch? Since you’re in my car?” His face suddenly lit up with a huge smile.
“Doc, you remembered. That’s the first time you’ve called me by my proper name, and I like how it sounds when it comes from your lips. I like so many sounds from your lips. You know, even the ones you think I don’t notice. The sighs, the sped up raspy breaths when you get horny. You’re horny right now, and we both know it. How wet are you, doc? Want me to get my fingers inside those posh pants of yours, and give you a good low down dirty finger fuck?”
I practically bit my tongue so I wouldn’t say yes, so I wouldn’t beg him to do exactly that. Now that he wasn’t my patient anymore, suddenly he was the only thing I wanted, and I was having such trouble breathing right now. Was it getting hotter? I pressed the back of my hand against my warm cheek, and Torch smirked, his lip curling a little.
“Getting a little hot and bothered, doc? You know I wanna fuck you. I’ve got no problem with going anywhere with you right now, and riding you with my cock until you’re a fucking quivering mess, sweaty, exhausted, and wearing so much of my cum that we’re gonna need clean up in aisle three.”
Oh god oh god, breathe. I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, and raised it again with a gasp when his hand settled on my knee, large, warm, and not close enough to where I wanted it.
“Let me help you, doc. You helped me, so let me return the favour. I’ve got all fucking day.”
“I… at… at the clubhouse?” I pointed, and his smirk returned.
“Been doing your homework eh, love? You came here because you wanted to see me, and here I am. But I don’t wanna take you in there, right now. Drive to your place. Do it now, so I can get you naked and writhing on my tongue.”