“No,” Evin speaks up. “I want you to manage her care. We’ll fly back every two weeks if you require it. Another doctor isn’t good enough.”
“That sounded mildly like a compliment.”
“Take it as you will. If Poppy wants to go,” he looks down at me, narrowing his eyes agitatedly, “to our home, we will do whatever it takes to remain under your care.”
“I’ll need to look into who’s running the Orthopedic—”
“You’ll have his contact information in an hour—I’ve already spoken to him personally—as well as the highest-rated Physical Therapy group in the state,” Evin finishes.
A small giggle bubbles up and I squeeze his hand, explaining, “Evin isn’t only obsessively detailed and slightly neurotic, he also has personal connections.”
Dr. Rexwell grins arrogantly. “As long as they can stand to be second in charge.”
“He knows. You just guide us to get Poppy ready to go.”
“I’ll see you again in ten days and we’ll make an assessment. Her therapist will have a say, but my guess is she’ll be ready to travel.”
“That seems a little soon to be safe.”
“You aren’t the first patient to have this request.”
“I trust you,” I blurt out, jerking Evin’s hand to stop him from disagreeing.
“You’re moving to three days a week therapy. The nurse will come back and redress your incisions and help get your braces on.”
“Thank you.”
“One more thing. It’s been three weeks now,” Evin states, and Dr. Rexwell turns, halfway at the door.
They share a conspiring look.
“Mr. Graham, three weeks is sufficient if she’s feeling well. But I’ll stick to my original advice about considering protection.”
My skin flames everywhere and I can’t look at the man as I slink back onto the table. “You did not ask my doctor for permission to have sex!”
“No, I asked him when it was safe. The only person who gives me permission is you. He recommended at least three weeks if you went back on the pill. He also suggested using additional protection until your first cycle. But that’s not an issue now.”
“Oh my God, we have to sneak out. I can’t face him again. This is humiliating.”
“Why don’t we discuss your decision to move?” Evin props on the exam table, completely ignoring my frantic attempt to reach my brace.
“There’s nothing to discuss. Now help me.”
“Poppy.” His finger goes under my chin and tilts my face to him. “Talk to me. An hour ago, you were dead set on pushing me home alone and scared of more change.”
“An hour ago, I was selfish.”
He scowls, his eyes darkening. “Being afraid of change isn’t selfish.”
“I was thinking about only me and wasn’t willing to open my mind to the advantages.”
“What changed?”
“Seeing those videos.”
The darkness in his gaze softens into concern. “Baby, that wasn’t my intention.”
“I know, but a switch flipped and things cleared. It was a well-timed reality check. Those videos reminded me of other important things happening. We should go back to Charleston when Rexwell approves. Like you said in the hospital before my surgery, the support system is better.”
“I’m not sure you can get better support than Ryanne and Dante.”
“Dante is drowning in guilt. He’s scared to talk to me about the Cirque shows, his extra dances classes, or the company training.”
“He’s being considerate of your feelings.”
“Exactly! He’s trying to shield me and it’s exhausting for him.”
“What about Ryanne?”
“She’s been trying to get me to see reason; you overheard her.”
“We’ll see how the therapy and next appointment go.”
“Be prepared for it to go my way. I’ll wow him with my progress, even if I can’t look him in the eye because you discussed our sex life with him.”
His mouth splits into a wide, arrogant grin, clearly unaffected by the glare I’m sending his way.
Chapter 29
Evin
“Evin…” Poppy’s hoarse moan is more like a plea.
I don’t slow devouring her. My tongue delves deeper, licking, swirling, and sucking until she’s writhing wildly. The muscles in her thighs tighten as she tries to loosen my hold.
“Let me go,” she begs. “You’re torturing me.”
“Not sure how me eating your pussy is torture.”
“Because I want you.”
“You’ll get me.” I continue to worship her, letting my tongue cover every inch of her smooth skin. She gasps, chanting murmurs that spur me on. She fists my hair, trying again to pull me up. My finger brushes feather-light touches along her slit, playing with the sensitive area.
Her back arches and she bucks into my face, giving in. Her scream ricochets off the walls, sending a bolt of satisfaction through me. A rush of wetness coats my mouth as she flies apart, her body shuddering.
My dick jerks, sending a warning that he’s losing patience. I flick my tongue across her clit once more before kissing my way up to her mouth, bracing and positioning myself between her legs.
Poppy whimpers when my cock slides in, her breath coating my lips as her nails scale through the mostly full-beard.
“Stop worrying.”
“My worry is that I’ll blow.”
“Hmmm, you should have let me help take the edge off.” She grins, slipping her tongue along the crease of my mouth.
“Baby, loved having your mouth this morning. It was my turn. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
“Practicing your patience is commendable. You should be rewarded.”
“FUUUCCCKKK.” My arms shudder, threatening to give out when she surges her hips, taking me all the way.
She moans, her eyes glowing in appreciation.
“Jesus, baby, you’re tight, so fucking hot.” Beads of sweat trickle down my neck and back, my dick pulsating inside her.
I kneel back, staring down with my pulse racing. The new silky blonde and lavender shades of her hair spread on the pillow, her skin a sheen of sparkles except for the space along her ribcage near her heart.
Never Let Go
The swirly script is visible through the translucent bandage.
My words permanently etched into her skin. The possessive burn scores through my veins. She reaches for my hand, bringing my eyes back to hers, the glow fading as she nibbles on her lip. “Is it too much? I can dye it back if it’s freaking you out.”
“Baby, your hair could be army green and it wouldn’t change how incredibly fucking beautiful you are. It’s taking everything I have to tame the urge to pound into you like a savage animal.”
“That sounds fun.” She pivots her hips.
Sparks of heat shoot up my spine and I bend, lifting her to sit astride me. She hooks her leg around my waist and swivels again.
It’s been a full month since I’ve had her like this, and my body reacts on instinct by driving up. She groans again, rocking into me.