Page 61 of The Doctor

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

I fucked the girl, and I wanted to do it again.

“It’s not my story to tell!”

Paulo’s brows lifted toward his hairline, nearly getting lost in his thick hair. I sucked in a deep, pained breath and closed my eyes. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, like lightning was charging the air around me, and my stomach churned like it was lost in a storm.

“Clara?”

“Hi Paulo.”

My eyes flashed open in time to see my girl leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. He wrapped both arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

For fuck’s sake. My cheeks felt like they were melting right off my face.

She’d said the same thing yesterday morning when I’d asked, and she wasn’t talking about her bruised head or skinned knees.

I could only hope Paulo’s gaze stayed on those bruises and scrapes, and not the caution in her every painful step.

“Are you a virgin, Clara?”

She huffed out a sharp breath, then squeezed her muscles around my cock that was still very much buried deep inside her. “What do you think?”

I squeezed her back, my hands clamping down on her ass while a war played out in my head—hold her still, or move her along my already stiffening cock?

“Before this?” I ground out.

“No. I’m not.” She said it like she told me she wasn’t on the pill, and I didn’t know what to believe.

“You said you weren’t sexually active.”

Clara rolled her eyes, then strung her fingers through my hair. She leaned forward and kissed my lips. “It was only once. A long time ago.”

“What happened? Who was it?” My jaw hurt from clenching it, from stopping more questions from tumbling out.

“Spin the bottle,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. “It was just some dumb kid I don’t even remember. Lots of fumbling in the dark for about two minutes of lackluster panting before he embarrassed himself by spilling all over his chest. I barely felt a thing.”

My body heated and my cock stirred to life. The girl shifted her weight, dragging her drenched pussy over my length before settling down again.

It felt so deep, so much better than anything I’d ever felt before.

“It was nothing like this.” She kissed me again, and it took everything in me not to pummel into her and tear her to shreds. “No one could ever compare to you, Zee. Even when he was inside me, all I thought about was how I wished it was you.”

“Clara—”

“I’ve only ever wanted you.” She lifted again, settled back down. “Tell me you thought of me too. Tell me you thought of being with me when you were fucking other women. That you dreamt of my pussy squeezing you like this.”

“Fuck! Clara!”

There was no stopping myself. I was already there, already shoved so deep inside her I knew I’d never fully come out. I’d already fucked her once; I couldn’t stop from doing it again. And again.

We didn’t sleep anymore. Each time I came, the girl taunted me with her dirty words until I got hard again, until I needed another hit just to live.

It wasn’t until hours later, when I finally pulled out of her, unable to do it again, that a horrible truth settled between us.

Just like the faint streaks of blood smeared across our bodies and my bed.