I curled my fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot, and she came like a fucking firecracker, her cries echoing off the walls and ceiling as her body convusled over and over, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.
My cock pulsed in demand, and I leaned against the counter to silence the fucker as she rode out the aftershocks I worked from her with my fingers and thumb.
She was a work of art, and I was going to devour her inch by fucking inch.
Her eyes fluttered open, the blue even more crystalline than usual, and an awestruck smile swept across her face. “Holy shit, Brogan. That was...insane.”
“My pleasure.” I grinned, kissing her softly as I slipped my hand out of her pants, savoring the tiny shudder she gave as I brushed her clit on my way out.
“No, mine,” she said with a breathless laugh. “I mean, thank you.” She shook her head. “That was definitely worthy of some thanks.”
Thanks.
Thank. You.
Because that’s how this had all started, with her thanking me for driving off her clingy ex, and here I was with my hands all over her, and zero desire to stop.
That’s what a good man would do, right? Stop. Back the fuck away.
But I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bedroom. I wanted to spend my last hours here fucking her senseless, hearing her moan and scream my name. I wanted to fuck her until we were both too tired to move, let alone make good decisions...and good guys didn’t do that.
Damn, all it would take was a simple tug of fabric—
I jumped away and tried to suck in a lungful of air that didn’t carry her sweet scent, but it was everywhere—all over her, the kitchen...and me.
“Brogan?” She reached for me, and I booked it the hell out of there.
“You know, I think I’ll just change into my suit at the airport,” I called over my shoulder. The airport was safe. There was no fucking Fiona at the airport, or on the plane.
I told myself to swallow the bitter taste of disappointment and deal.
“You’re leaving right now?” She hopped off the counter.
“Yep. My stuff is already in the car!” I called over my shoulder, grabbing my bag of dry-cleaning from the closet as I headed out the door. “Kiss Skye for me!”
I barely remembered my keys as I climbed behind the wheel and backed out of the driveway. Fiona stood in the garage, her mouth agape, her shirt on backwards, as I pulled away from the house with a tight wave of one hand.
I had to get the fuck out of here or I was going to be all over her.
But she was all I thought about as I drove away.
8
Fiona
Skye whined a little in her carrier as I walked into Madeline’s offices, and I smoothed my fingers over her tiny arm. After a short wait, we were ushered back by one of Maddie’s nurses, and within ten minutes, my friend was strolling through the door.
“Okay, little one, what’s going on?” she asked Skye instead of me, fully in doctor mode.
“She barely has a fever,” I explained—just as I had over text an hour earlier. “But I didn’t want to risk anything. Thanks for seeing us so quickly.”
Maddie smiled at me as I shifted Skye out of the carrier on my chest and laid her gently on the little cushioned table so she could check her out. “Anything for my favorite patient,” Maddie cooed to Skye, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.
I’d dealt with plenty of my siblings having fevers before, but usually, my mom carried most of that worry when I was a kid. Now that Skye was solely in my care—especially with Brogan off at an away game? I wasn’t taking any chances.
Maddie looked Skye over with her doctor’s eye and then handed her back to me. “She taking her formula fine?” she asked, and I nodded. “And her diapers? They’re normal?” I nodded again, and she smiled at me. “Then I think she’s going to be just fine,” she said, and I sighed again.
“That’s good to hear,” I said.
“Good job bringing her in, though. Babies this young, you never know. It should break in the night, but if it doesn’t, you can always call me.”
“I knew it was a low-grade fever, but I can’t lie, I was freaking out.”
Maddie chuckled. “Totally normal. And you’re doing all the right things, Fiona. Extra formula if she wants, light layer of clothes, not wrapping her up too tight. You’re a good—” She stopped herself short, and I raised my eyebrows at her. She laughed, shaking her head. “Holy shit, I almost said mom.”
I snort-laughed with her while getting Skye all tucked back into her carrier.
Once we reeled it in, Maddie looked at her watch. “Hey, I have a few minutes before my next patient. Walk with me? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Okay,” I said, totally at ease now that I knew I was doing everything to keep Skye comfortable. I followed her through her offices and up the stairs to another department of the children’s hospital where she worked.
“Doctor Ross!” a man called out in greeting as we approached him. He leaned against a receptionist desk in a room with colorful carpet and plenty of playful chairs and stations for awaiting children.
“Hi, Doctor Trellis,” Maddie said. “This is my friend I was telling you about, Fiona Andrews?”
I eyed her curiously, then shook the doctor’s hand.
“Ah, yes,” he said, releasing my hand. “The one who has a doctorate in children’s psychology?” Maddie nodded, and he beamed. “One of our on-staff psychologists is transferring to another hospital in North Dakota,” he explained. “Her husband is in the military. Anyway, that means in a month or so, we’ll have a position opening up. Would you be interested?” he asked, and my eyes widened.
“You’re offering me a job?” I asked, bouncing when Skye started to whine a little.
“Well, I’d have to take a look at your resume, of course, but with the glowing recommendation Doctor Ross has given you, I would be honored to have you as part of our team.”
Wow. That was one hell of an offer. Working for a children’s hospital would probably be a dream position, but everything inside me screamed no.
“I appreciate the offer,” I said, glancing down at Skye. “But I have my hands full at the moment. Thank you for considering me, though. Truly, I appreciate it.”
He looked at Madeline curiously for a moment, then smiled and shook my hand again. “Well, if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to reach out. It was nice meeting you.” He released my hand and headed through a set of double doors, no doubt to treat more patients as the day carried on.
“Well, that was surprising,” Madeline said as we headed back down toward her offices.
“I’m sorry,” I said, hating that I felt like I’d messed up. But I couldn’t deny my instincts, and they were all saying I was right where I needed to be.
With Skye. And I couldn’t imagine leaving her right now. Especially with no leads on her mother, and then there was Brogan…
Ohmigod, I didn’t want to leave Brogan either.
But…we weren’t a couple. We weren’t anything. Sure, we’d had some amazing make-out sessions that may have led me to one of the best orgasms I’d ever had, but that didn’t mean we were a thing.