Epilogue
Rita
The knock on my office door surprised me. I didn’t have any appointments this early.
“Come in.” I lifted my head from the desk.
Nate had kicked my ass this morning, but I was glad that I didn’t have to see him as often as I used to.
It had taken another surgery, but the pain and tightness in my lower side was better.
Stewart had made sure he was in the operating room with me.
He wasn’t a surgeon, but that didn’t stop him.
True to his word. He was there when I needed him.
The door opened, and the love of my life walked in. “Ms. Fontaine?” He was in uniform and so handsome. He stood at attention in front of my desk.
“What are you doing here?” He was supposed to be on maneuvers at a base not too far from here, on the other side of the state closer to Fort Collins.
“I won’t be here long.”
“Is that right?”
“No, ma’am. I just need to check on how your appointment went earlier.” He looked over at me.
“You know you aren’t my doctor, right?”
“Are you a physician?” He asked.
“No, sir.”
“Surgeon?”
“No, sir.” It had taken a minute to realize he was changing things up from the first time we met.
“Hm.” He let his hands drop so he was at ease. “How many hours did you sleep last night?”
“I didn’t.” I bit my lip. “You should know.” His face went red.
“So, no nightmares?”
“Not a one.”
He cleared his throat. “And did you get a nutritious breakfast?”
“I started out with my boyfriend’s cock before he took me from behind in the shower, and then I did manage some oatmeal before my session earlier.”
“That sounds like a great start to the day to me.”
“It was.” I licked my lips.
“Do you have a change of clothes?” He went over to the basketball on my wall.
“What?”
“A gym bag?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” He leaned over the desk so we were face to face. “You owe me a rematch of horse.”
We’d actually played plenty of rematches in the almost year we’d been dating. “I’m not sure today is the day.” I put my hand on my side.
Stewart’s smile instantly dropped. “I’m sorry, baby.” He squatted down. “Are you in pain?”
I grabbed the ball out of his hands. “Sucker.” I twirled my chair and stood. “Race ya.”
It didn’t take more than one step before he had me up in his arms. “I don’t think so.” He headed for the door. “Rematch can wait. You’re going home and right to bed.”
I tossed the ball back toward one of the beanbag chairs and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“That sounds like the perfect plan.” I kissed his neck. “Maybe we could come up with a different game of horse.”
“Oh, really?”
“I can think of plenty of places we can start.” I whispered a few in his ear.
“I think I’m going to like this version.”
Needless to say, we played all night long.