Chapter 24
Patrick
Waking up next to Cain is not something I’ve ever done. Either he fled, or I was ordered to leave every time we were together in the past. His warm body and familiar scent wrapped around me are intoxicating, and I hate how much my body responds.
His arm is thrown over my torso, but leaves briefly to smack the alarm, bringing silence to the room, before the weight of it lands on my ribs once again, his fingers flexing into my pec.
“We literally just went to bed,” he whines.
“Look on the bright side; today’s Friday,” I remind him.
“Mmm,” he hums noncommittally, burying his face between my shoulder blades.
I feel the vibration in my back. Without making a conscious decision to do it, my ass moves back an inch, and I bump into Cain’s morning wood.
“Do that again, and I’ll take it as an invitation,” he mumbles with his lips against my skin.
I shift again, daring him, begging him, stupidly inviting him in.
Suddenly, his heat is gone from my back, and the covers are gone from my body. I hear him pump the bottle on his nightstand one time, and then he’s back.
“Stay on your side, and slide your top leg forward,” Cain instructs, encouraging me to give him better access.
I do as he asks and am rewarded when his fingers begin probing my ass a second later.
“Can I fuck you again?”
I’m not sure Cain has ever asked.
Seems like we’re having all kinds of firsts lately.
“Please.”
“You’re so fucking good for me, Kitten,” he purrs, making my back arch even more. “I’m going to give this ass what it needs.”
“You always do,” I groan into the pillow as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Just think how agreeable I’ll be at our meeting later today, knowing my cum is still seeping from your hole.”
“Jesus, Cain.”
He lines himself up and eases in like we have all the time in the world. As soon as he seeks entry, my body grants it to him. His hand is splayed across my stomach as he thrusts into me on his side.
It’s quick this morning. It has to be, but it also feels like maybe Cain wishes he could drag it out.
Or maybe that’s my own wishful thinking.
“I’m gonna come, Patrick. Need you there.”
As soon as his cockhead swells in my ass, I hit the on-ramp hard and fast. It only takes a couple of strokes of my hand before I’m making a mess all over his sheets.
Cain groans and grunts behind me before falling silent.
“Tell me we can do that again tonight when I get home.”
“My flight leaves at six,” I tell him.
“You’re only here for one day?” he pouts.
“Technically, it was two. We met with your boss yesterday,” I tell him, rolling to my back now that he’s pulled out of my body.
“What did they hope to accomplish in one day of meetings?”
“It’s a process, Cain. Everyone meets, we hear both sides, we look at what can be amended and what is already set in stone, and we try to make both parties happy. But my company doesn’t want to pay for three hotel rooms over the weekend and into next week while we sort through everything.”
“When are you coming back?” he asks, and as much as I want to rib him about the tables being turned and him suddenly being the needy one, I’m afraid of spooking him…or causing it to stop.
“Two weeks.”
“Stay through the weekend,” he says. “I’m on call, but it would be really nice to know you’re in my bed, keeping it warm while I’m moving between operating rooms.”
I shouldn’t even consider it.
But I’m starting to care less and less about what I should do.
Liam’s words from before I left come back to me.
‘Maybe it’s time you stopped punishing yourself for the past.’
“Okay,” I hear myself say.
“Good. I’ll go pour the coffee,” Cain says, rolling away from me. “I’ll meet you in the shower before you have to leave.”
I swear to God, I’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone.
Concentrating on anything during this meeting other than the way Cain’s scrubs somehow accentuate his jawline will be impossible. The fucker sat directly across from me and keeps ‘accidentally’ rubbing my shin with his foot every time he shifts in his chair.
I’m in a gray business suit with a black button-down, which admittedly, he seems to be appreciating as much as I’m loving his scrubs, and if we don’t stop eye-fucking each other across this table, we’re going to be in trouble.
“Dr. Rosemont, you’ve been selected as the group leader, no doubt due to your outspoken nature and distaste for change,” Dan Rutledge begins in that condescending tone I hate so much.
I should leave it alone. Cain is a big boy and can certainly handle himself.
But my job is to make both sides see eye-to-eye.
“Mr. Rutledge, moving forward, I’ll ask that you treat this like a courtroom by only stating facts. Inserting your personal opinions on why Dr. Rosemont was selected is neither relevant nor helpful to the conversation.”
I hold Dan’s gaze until he gives me a slight nod of his head.
I don’t dare look at Cain. I can feel his fucking smirk.
“The facts are that Solace Health feels OR time should be spread evenly among the surgical specialties. Dr. Rosemont alone currently has more OR time than all the urologists combined.”
Cain snorts.
“That’s because I make this hospital thirty times the amount of money that the urologists do,” he argues.
I hold my hand up to silence him and pin him with a glare.
“Not helping. Now listen, I’ve been brought onto this team because both of you refused to play nicely with my staff.” Rising from my chair, I move to stand at the front of the small conference room. “So, now you’ll listen to me.”
Cain’s eyes darken, and he licks his lips.
I pray with everything in me that my cock behaves itself.
I spend the next two hours tediously going through spreadsheets, pie charts, reimbursement schedules, and patient waitlists, until finally, Dan calls for a fifteen-minute break.
Cain storms out of the room immediately.
I’m on my way to the vending machine when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Cain
My office. Now.
Unsure if he’s worked up from the meeting or ‘worked up from the meeting’, I make my way to the bottom floor of the hospital where his clinic is located.
I only have time to knock once before he rips the door open, pulls me inside, and locks us in, his mouth on mine immediately as he pushes my suit jacket off my shoulders.
“Cain,” I mumble into his mouth, but he just keeps going. “Cain,” I say again with enough force to make him take a breath.
“What?”
I blink twice.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? We’re in the middle of a business meeting! You can’t just get me hard and send me back out there,” I say, waving my hand toward the door.
“Trust me, I wasn’t going to leave you that way,” he replies, dropping to his knees as he works the thin belt at my waist.
I can count on one hand the number of times Cain has sucked my dick, and I certainly didn’t expect to add another tally today.
By the time he gets my pants and boxer briefs to my knees, I’m already hard and aching for him despite coming with him this morning.
A second later, Cain is bobbing on my shaft, one hand tugging on my balls, the other matching the rhythm of his hand along my cock.
The sight of him, in his scrubs, in his office, with all his accolades and framed degrees on the walls, on his knees—for me—has me digging my fingers in his hair, ready to come in record time.
Sensing that I’m about to come, he pops off my dick, and I almost protest loudly, until he stands and pulls the drawstring on his scrub pants, yanking them down. I’m instantly appeased when his cock brushes against mine. He swirls his head around my tip, jacking us together once, and I’m a goner.
I blow my load all over his cock.
Cain begins rubbing vigorously, using my cum as lube, squeezing our dicks together. I’m sensitive, almost to the point of pain, but I don’t even care because he grips the back of my neck, bringing our foreheads together as he continues to stroke us both.
It’s the most intimate he’s ever been during sex, even though neither of us is naked, we’re in the middle of his office, and he’s not inside me in any way.