Chapter 34 – Aston
ASTON
Skylar drags me down the hall and shoves me into an on-call room.
Before the door can even click shut behind us, I’m pressing her against it.
“What the hell was that?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, adrenaline still coursing like a wildfire through my system.
The on-call room is small and narrow. It fits a small desk shoved into the corner and a twin bunk bed.
I’ve never slept in here. But when I was a resident, I used rooms like these plenty.
Her eyes flash. “He cornered me while I was clearing out the room after my patient had been sent to the step-down unit. I didn’t seek him out, Aston.”
“You should have paged me the second he walked in.” I run my hand through my hair and take a step back, willing myself to calm down.
“He’s dangerous. You know this. But more than that, what I said about what he’s doing isn’t an exaggeration.
The medication orders and the faulty equipment. It’s him.”
“You really think he’s the one doing that?” Her voice holds a note of shock but not disbelief.
“I don’t have proof. And these things don’t always happen when he’s in the OR with me.
But it started after you and I announced we were married, and today he blatantly called me out on it in the OR in front of staff.
He’s trying to make me look dangerous and incompetent.
And he’s putting patients at risk by doing it. ”
She looks sightlessly into the room as she thinks. “He’s jealous or whatever. I don’t know why he can’t let me go, but he hasn’t.”
“I know that,” I snap, my hands going to my hips. “Is he following you? Has he shown up at the house?”
“Not that I know of, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. He mentioned Zoey just now.”
“I know. I heard him.” I grit my teeth. “I’m going to hire security or at the very least get a PI on him.”
She leans against the door, propping her foot up onto it. “First things first. If you think Josh is trying to sabotage you, you need to speak to your supervisor immediately.”
“I need proof. He works for me, and I’m married to his ex that he’s not shy about letting everyone know he still wants. He has access to everything I do.”
“Aston, I’m not saying he’s not doing it, but he’d be a moron to log in under his name and change your orders. That leaves a visible trail.”
“He must be using my credentials to change orders then. I don’t know how. That part isn’t very clear to me, and I haven’t worked it out. But obviously he has no boundaries with me and none with you. I don’t want him near you again.”
“That’s not exactly possible, and you know it.
I work with him. Though I’m thinking it’s time I bite the bullet and get a restraining order.
I’ve been avoiding it, not wanting to stir up drama or shine a spotlight on things, but at this point, I might not have a choice.
Still, I’m your wife—fake or otherwise—and you still need to trust me that I can manage my own interactions with my ex. ”
“Fake or otherwise?” I repeat, the words stinging more than they should. She hasn’t changed her tune one bit about calling what we have fake. “Is that what this still is to you? A fake marriage?”
Her cheeks flush. “I… You know that’s not what I was talking about.”
“Do I?” I step closer until we’re toe-to-toe, and her head tilts back to meet my gaze. “Because I’m starting to wonder what any of this means to you. What I mean to you.”
We’re breathing hard, the tension between us shifting into something else entirely. A palpable charge clinging to our skin and magnetizing us together.
“You mean everything to me,” she whispers, her voice shaky.
Her words break me. My hands frame her face and I kiss her with all the fear, anger, and jealousy that’s been building in me since I walked into that patient room and saw her with him.
Hell, from when everything started going sideways in the OR.
She responds immediately, her fingers digging into my arms, pulling me closer as if she too can’t handle any space between us.
“I can’t lose you,” I murmur against her lips. “Not to him. Not to anyone.”
“You won’t,” she promises, her hands working the top of my scrub shirt out of my pants. “It’s as you said to me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Our mouths attack in a frantic torrent of lips and teeth and tongues while our hands tug and pull at clothing.
Her scrub top and long-sleeved shirt are wrenched up her chest above her heaving tits, while her scrub pants meet the floor in a pool around her ankles.
She kicks off a clog and frees one foot, and I grab her leg and wrap it around my waist so I can grind into her.
“Someone could need this room.” She gasps as my mouth trails down her neck.
“Don’t care,” I growl, finding the spot at the base of her throat that makes her shiver. “Need you. Now.”
Her head falls back against the door with a soft thud, and I pull her panties to the side so I can touch her pussy.
I circle her entrance with one finger, teasing her, rubbing her wetness all over her clit before I do it again and again.
Then I shove three fingers into her, stretching her, punishing her just enough to tether her fully to me.
“Oh my god! We’re seriously going to get caught. You’ll have to be quick.”
“Can you be?”
She blinks open her eyes. “Right now? With you? Yes.”
The words are a match to gasoline. I reach between us, pull my cock free, and with my eyes on hers, I lift her up, holding her ass in my hands, and slam straight into her.
“Aston,” she whimpers. “Fuck.”
“You can take it,” I assure her. “You can take all of me.”
And I mean more than just this.
Her body is so tight around me, her thighs clinging, her arms squeezing, her pussy clenching. I have to pause, my forehead against hers as I fight for control.
“Move,” she urges, digging her heels into my ass.
It makes me laugh despite how raw I’m feeling.
I do as she asks. I move, setting a pace that’s just on the edge of too much for both of us.
Every thrust drags a small sound from her throat that she tries to muffle either against my lips or in my neck.
My pounding thrusts rattle the door behind her, and I move her off it and into the wall on the opposite side.
If someone comes looking for us or even for a place to crash out, they’ll see us the moment they open the door. There will be no hiding it.
I can’t find it in me to care. So much is falling apart right now, but I have her here in my arms. I’m inside her body. Nowhere on this planet feels better than right here with her.
“Look at me,” I demand. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
Her gaze locks with mine, open and heated, yes, but there’s more there. There’s everything I’m feeling being mirrored back to me. She makes me feel like I can fly. Like I can do anything.
My cock slides in and out with fast, shallow fucks. It’s not as full as I want, but if I take her to the bed, I’ll never stop. I’ll get her naked, and I’ll keep her here. Her cunt feels so good. Her body so right in my arms.
She tries to bounce against me, but I pin her to the wall and slam into her.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she cries, her eyes closing as her face twists with pleasure. “Oh god. Oh god. Fuck, Aston.”
I sure up my grip on her ass, squeezing the globes in my hands as I pound her. I don’t know how to slow down. There’s no controlling this. There’s only the need to be in her as deep as I can be.
Changing my angle, I hit the spot inside of her that I know will push her over the edge. I pump into her, grinding against her clit with my pelvic bone. And when she tightens around me, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her cries as she comes apart around me.
That’s all it takes for my own orgasm to hit, and I bury my face in her neck as I come, her name on my lips like a wish. Like a prayer.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I freeze for a moment, and when I pull back, I find her eyes wide and her lips parted. But there’s no fear with it. No worry. Just surprise, and it makes me brave. “I do. I love you.”
Before she can say anything, my fucking phone goes off, and with it, the world comes crashing back down on us. I pull out of her and set her down, grabbing a wad of tissues from a box on the desk and handing them to her as I yank up my pants and go for my phone.
“Shit. It’s the ER.”
Skylar hastily adjusts and puts her clothes back on. “Go. We’ll talk later.”
I cup her face and look at her. With her tousled-by-my-hands hair and swollen pink lips, she looks like she just got fucked, and that would fill me with pride if we weren’t in the middle of our shifts in the middle of a hospital.
“I meant it,” I tell her.
She nods, a smile playing with the corner of her lips. “I know. Go before you get in more trouble.”
I slam a kiss to her lips and fly out the door, racing down to the emergency department while I shove my scrub shirt into my pants and drag my fingers through my hair, ignoring the curiosity of the other people on the elevator with me.
When I get to the ER and race down to the trauma room, I’m shocked to find my boss, Pierce Weinberg, already here. He rarely, if ever, comes down for traumas. I throw him a curious nod but dive in on the patient along with the ER staff.
The car accident was bad, but the child was properly buckled into his seat. Thankfully, I don’t think he’ll be surgical, but we decide to hold him for twenty-four hours for observation in a unit bed.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that my boss watches me the entire time, and when I finish with the trauma and wash my hands, he’s by my side. “Got a minute?”
It’s not actually a question, and unease sits heavy in my chest. “Sure,” I tell him as I wipe my hands with paper towels and follow him out of the trauma room and into an empty patient room across the hall.