Chapter Seven
Peyton
There must be something wrong with me. I’m a doctor for Christ’s sake and I just let a man I barely know come inside me.
He could have anything. Was today not enough?
Do I really have to go and risk contracting something twice in one day?
Not to mention I’m not on birth control.
The fact I have fertility issues and conceiving will be difficult for me is beside the point.
He didn’t know that. And it’s not impossible for me to conceive, just difficult.
We’ll forget about the fact that he is currently still buried inside me and the weight of his body on mine feels phenomenal.
He lifts his head from where it landed beside mine on the pillow and his lips find mine. He kisses me like I’m his salvation, like it’s not a choice but a need.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “I could spend the rest of my life inside you and I still don’t think it would be enough.
” He lifts onto his arms and slowly pulls out of me, his eyes drawn to where we were joined.
“Now that’s a pretty sight, my cum leaking out of your just fucked pussy.
We’re going to have to keep this nice and full, just so I get to see it dripping out of you.
” His words, although a massive turn on, bring back the issue at hand.
“Do I need to get tested?” His body freezes above mine. His eyes darken and his jaw is clenched so hard I’m surprised he’s not broken a tooth.
“You want to run that one by me again?” His words are clipped, his anger building.
“We — no, you — didn’t use protection. I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare before and I regularly get tested through work. But I know nothing about your history or how often you fuck like this. Do I need to worry about anything?”
“I’m going to let that slide, this time. But if you ever imply that I would do anything to hurt you, to endanger you again, you’re not going to like the consequences,” he seethes. “I’ve never fucked bare before. I’d never even considered it until you.”
“Fine, but you can’t blame me for asking, Bennett. I’m a doctor, it’s ingrained in me.” I ignore the thrill that runs through me at being the first he’s taken like that.
“Don’t do it again,” his words are clipped, he’s still not happy with me. Well, that makes two because I’m not particularly happy with him either.
“Then there’s the issue of birth control.” As the words leave my mouth, his eyes travel back down my body, his gaze heated. He brings a hand to the lips of my pussy and collects his cum, slowly pushing it back into me.
“What about it?”
“I’m not on it,” I breathe. Fuck, why do I find what he’s doing hot?
“You don’t need to be.”
“What do you mean? Can you not have children?” I shouldn’t feel disappointed at that. We don’t know each other.
“As far as I’m aware, I can.” His fingers are still pushing into me; he’s gathered every drop of his cum and gradually worked it back inside me.
“Then why would we not need it?”
“Because I plan on getting you pregnant.” What. The. Fuck?
“You are joking?” Although, his current actions would suggest otherwise.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I can’t get pregnant.” Not true. Well, not completely true. He smirks at me, like he knows I’m full of shit.
“Then birth control shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” Fucker.
“Bennett, be serious right now. We are not getting pregnant. We don’t know each other.”
“I’m coming inside you, Peyton. Every damn time. If you don’t want kids yet, then you need to look at taking something, because I will not have anything between us.”
“You’re insane.”
“So you keep saying, yet you’re still here.”
“Will you wear a condom until I start taking something?” I ask.
“No.”
“Damn it, Bennett. That’s not how this relationship is going to work.” I’m mentally doing the math of my cycle in my head. We should be okay — I’m past the most fertile time of the month. Add to that my issues with conceiving and it’s highly unlikely he can get me pregnant now.
“It’s sweet you think that.”
“Bennett, there’s wanting control and then there’s being an asshole,” I warn him.
“Sweetheart, I’m both.” Damn it, I should not find that endearing.
“I’ll get the shot,” I grumble.
“I’d rather you didn’t,” he murmurs.
“I wasn’t asking permission.” I’m quite sure I hear the word ‘brat’ fall from his lips, but I can’t be sure, because his cock is pushing back into me.
“Count them,” he demands as I feel that first barbell press inside me. I don’t think I’m going to survive tonight.
***
I’m sore. So, incredibly sore. I can still feel Bennett with every step I take, but that’s what happens when you’re sleeping with a guy with a giant dick. A giant pierced dick. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be with a pierced man. Now I know. Amazing.
I don’t really understand what’s happening between us, things are moving at warp speed.
I know I’m partly to blame for that, after all, I did call him.
I’m still not completely sure why I did.
All I can say is that he makes me feel safe, he has from the beginning.
I know he would never hurt me. I pull out my phone and look at the response that’s just come through from Harry.
He what?
I think you made a typo
No typo. He said he want's to get me pregnant
Fuck me, that's hot
Be serious, Harry
I am being serious. I'm going to make a fucking great Uncle
“Peyton, can you treat the patient in bay three for me, please? He’s going to need sutures, I started cleaning it, but I’ve just been paged.” I slip my phone back into my pocket, shaking my head at Harry’s messages. He’s no help whatsoever.
“Sure, no problem,” I respond to one of our registered nurses.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I make my way to bay three and pull back the privacy curtain so I can enter.
The patient is a relatively young man, maybe early thirties, and if I hadn’t met Bennett, I would have said he was attractive, but everyone pales in comparison to the giant who seems to have declared me as his.
“Hi, I’m going to be taking over today,” I say picking up his chart and taking a look at his notes. He has a laceration to his right hand that is going to require quite a few sutures. Nice, simple and easy, just what I need after yesterday.
“Right, Mr. Davis, I’m going to finish cleaning the wound and then give you a little shot to numb the area.”
“Please, call me Barclay.” I gather the items I’ll need and move closer to his bed.
“How did you do this, Barclay?”
“I dropped a knife in the kitchen and stupidly tried to catch it.”
“Ah, yep, that’ll do it.” I smile at him. “Still, it doesn’t look too deep. You’ve got away with it, no nerve or tendon damage to worry about.”
“Well, that’s good to know.”
“A few stitches and we should be done. Anything I need to know about? You okay with blood and needles?” He wouldn’t be the first patient to pass-out on me at the sight of a bit of blood. You’d be amazed how often it happens.
“Yeah, blood doesn’t bother me at all.” There’s something off with his voice, almost gleeful, like he’s excited at the thought of blood.
I glance at him, only to find his gaze firmly fixed on my face.
Those damn tingles make their way up the back of my neck again, which is ridiculous, I’m in the middle of a busy ER.
I finish cleaning up his wound and prepare the shot of lidocaine.
“Okay, I’m going to give you your shots now, we’ve got to give you a few to numb the area completely.
Little pinch,” I say as the needle pierces his skin.
It takes me a few minutes to complete the shots, and I feel his eyes on me the whole time.
I’ve never felt so uncomfortable around a patient before.
“We’ll give that a few minutes to work and then I can get you all fixed up. ”
“Don’t rush on my account, I’d injure myself more if a nurse like yourself gets to take care of me.”
“Doctor,” I correct.
“Good for you.” Condescending prick. He’s not the first patient to hit on me, and he certainly won’t be the last, but combine it with that damn warning sensation and he’s the only one to actually cause me any unease.
“I’ll be right back,” I say as I exit the bay we’re in. I don’t need to stay with him while the local anesthesia does it’s work.
I walk towards the reception area and check my phone on route, my steps faltering when I see I have five missed calls from Bennett.
Bennett
Sitting at the desk of my office in the city, I pull up the tracking system I have on Barclay Davis. I’ll be paying him a visit this week, the last visit he’ll be getting from anyone again. He sealed his fate when he broke into Peyton’s place, it’s all the proof I need. No one messes with my girl.
My blood runs cold when I see his car parked at the hospital.
The very same hospital Peyton works at. My phone is ringing and pressed to my ear before I can even process what I’m doing.
Come on, sweet girl, pick up your phone.
After several unanswered rings it goes through to voicemail.
I can’t sit here and do nothing, there’s only one reason he’s at that hospital.
I’m straight out of my seat and heading down to the parking garage; I need to get to her, to him.
I try her again several times on route to the hospital, which is only a ten-minute drive from my office.
When I pull into the parking lot, she’s still not answered my calls or returned any of them.
I jump out of my vehicle and head straight for the ER department.
As I walk through the sliding doors I make a beeline for reception, ready to ask them where she is, when I’m greeted with the most beautiful sight — my girl is already making her way towards me, her head is down, her eyes fixed on her phone.
As if she senses me, she whips her gaze up and meets my own, a smile splits my face at the sight of her.
She’s fucking adorable in her blue scrubs and her hair up in a ponytail. She hurries over to me.
“Is everything okay? I’ve just seen your missed calls.”
“It is now,” I pull her into my arms and stamp my lips to hers.
We’re met by a few hoots from the staff behind the reception desk, but it doesn’t stop me, even when she tries to pull back.
I keep her in my hold and take the kiss deeper, my tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth.
I could kiss her for hours. I finally pull back and release her, her dazed expression matching my own.
A daze I’m soon broken out of by a voice off to our right.
A voice I know, a voice I didn’t want to hear near my girl, a voice of a dead man walking.
“I think my hand is numb enough now.” I turn my head to take in Barclay Davis. The man who has been stalking my girl, the man who broke into her house, and the man who plans on raping her, just like he has countless others. The man I now plan on killing tonight.
Peyton’s body has gone rigid in my arms. I run my palms up and down her arms.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, just being silly.”
“Never. Always trust your instincts.” She just nods at me but doesn’t say anything further.
Barclay’s eyes are narrowed on us. He definitely doesn’t like this new development in Peyton’s life. He’ll be moving up his timeline for her, too bad I’ll be moving first.
“Look, I have to get back to work. Was there something you needed?” she asks as she starts to back away from me.
“No, I got what I needed,” I smirk at her. She gives me what she probably considers a stern look. I just think it makes her look like an angry kitten.
“Don’t make a habit of this, Bennett.” With that she turns and walks into the cubicle with Barclay. It takes everything in me not to whip that curtain back and kill him right here, right now. Patience, Bennett.