Page 9 of The Doctor

The love I’d always had for this little girl I’d helped raise had morphed into something I couldn’t afford to feel. I’d babysat her when her parents were too busy with their own lives to deal with her. They’d dropped her off on my doorstep and left her for weeks at a time. How could this be my reality?

I’d pushed her away, spent less time with her, watched her spiral out of control. I loved her like she was my own.

I wanted her as my own.

“Clara.” I gasped for the air her kiss had frozen in my lungs, pulling away from her lush, perfect lips. They tilted in a beautiful smile that should have warmed my heart, but instead caused a fire to blaze in my chest.

Before I could yell or scream or jump from her grasp and run far, far away, she pushed her fingers through my long hair and said, “Good morning, gorgeous.”

Gorgeous?

I grabbed her hand, yanking it away from my head and taking some of my hair with it. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying my morning with you.” She shook her hand loose as she said it, trailing it down my chest, leaving flames in its wake as she reached for my cock.

“Fuck!” This time, I shook off the haze of sleep and did what I should have done when I woke up. I jolted away from her, scrambling off the couch with my chest heaving and my dick screaming at me to go back, to let her touch and feel, to let her guide me between her legs until the two of us became one. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

Clara sat up, resting on her elbows, the blanket we’d had over us barely covering the little blonde tuft of hair between her legs. My mouth flooded as my heart thundered at the sight of her bare breasts. With every ounce of effort I possessed, I tore my gaze away from her dusky pink nipples, only to find a frown on her face.

“I’m thinking about the most amazing night of my life.” She sat up, and the blanket fell, revealing too much.

Too much.

My pulse thudded through me as Clara reached for me. I squeezed my eyes shut as she wrapped her warm fingers around my length.

“Best. Ever.” It was just a whisper, but those two little words thundered in my head like a raging green monster howling at the moon.

Ever?

As in, she wasn’t a virgin?

As in, she’d let someone else fuck into her pretty cunt?

Adrenaline crashed through me as the desire to kill pulsed through every drop of my blood. I grabbed Clara’s wrists, pulling them between us, allowing space between her fucking gorgeous, naked body and mine. Allowing my brain to focus, to process.

Allowing my gaze to zero in on the crooked, mischievous grin that told me not all was what it seemed.

I’d seen that grin too many times to count. I’d watched her lie to my face as she tried to get her way. Even with my dick screaming at me to allow it, to let her have her way with me, to bend her over the couch and spank her ass until her pussy was dripping with want before I shoved my dick in her and fucked her into oblivion, some string of logic held me back.

“Liar.” Her lips twitched, making my dick do the same. “You’re lying to me.”

That grin turned into a full-fledged smile that was as bright as the sun. It should have swept away the hurricane of thoughts and feelings storming through me, but it didn’t.

Possession screamed, yet logic told me to walk away. To run, to put a continent between us and never look back.

“How did you know?”

Couldn’t answer that truthfully. That my dick ached in a way it only did if it had been too fucking long since I’d enjoyed the warm comforts of a woman’s pleasure. That I knew there was no way we’d had sex without me knowing, without the girl before me being ravaged to hell and unable to walk.

That if I’d fucked her, if I’d given into my deepest desires, there was no way I would ever stop.

Because I would have marked her, branded her with my touch the way she had branded herself on my soul.

I stuffed my rage down, stuffed my lust, my desire for her tight body, back into the darkness where I kept it locked up. I swallowed down every hint of longing and a huge chunk of the anger that had me shaking in my place.

She started laughing before I could.

Laughing as if my inability to contain the wild animal inside me that she’d freed with her touch was somehow the most hilarious thing in the world.