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I don’t have it in me to hate other women, so I tell her exactly what I’m thinking. “Killer shoes.”
Dr. Thorne, My car will pick you up at 5pm on Saturday to attend the Next Chapter Thoroughbred Rescue Fundraiser. Our final “fake” date. It’s a black-tie event. Wear the shoes. - S
Lowkey disappointed it wasn’t a date outdoors in the wilderness
What I don’t want to admit is that I like coming here. The thrill of running into Stefan has become an addiction. I told him to stay away, and now I’m the one loitering around.
My intense attraction to Mira, paired with the lance of agitation I felt when she referred to our date as fake, makes me want to shove her flimsy silky dress up around her waist and bury my face between her legs—driver be damned.
I’d love to ask her how fake we feel after I make her come so hard she can’t see straight.
Truthfully, I rage-played Mario Kart on my phone the entire way here rather than attempt to make small talk with her.
Stefan, you’re so real for this
I could keep her secrets. She could be soft with me. She could let loose with me, and I’d still stand back and let her be the fiercely independent woman she is. I don’t want to tame her; I just want a front-row seat to watch her win the race.
Whether she realizes it or not, she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and it’s not even close.
I roll my shoulders back and will my growing erection away.
I place one hand against the wall on each side of her, effectively caging her in.
I’m a strong woman, but if a hot man did this to me I would crumble like a biscuit
“Absolutely nothing about the way I feel for you is a joke. And I’ll keep telling you that until you believe me.”
“It’s a shame I’m not allowed to kiss you anymore. Because you look positively edible right now, Mira.” With one quick grab, her fingers twist into my dress shirt, and she yanks me toward her. Free hand wrapped around the back of my neck, she pulls my face to hers and kisses me with so much longing that my stomach drops.
Fuck yeah, Mira! Take that man! TAKE. HIM. NOW.
Nothing about this feels fake. Our bodies. Our minds. Our hearts. Absolutely everything about being with Mira feels like one of the most real things I’ve ever had in my life. And I won’t let her slip between my fingers now. I’m going to make her come on them instead. I pull away to nip at the lobe of her ear, and she whimpers in protest. “Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you if I had you up against a wall, Dr. Thorne?” “What?” Her voice is pure lust, almost slurred. “I told you that you’d be the meal.”
I usually have a quick quip or snarky comment at the ready, but right now, all the blood has rushed away from my brain to somewhere between my legs.
He’s a master, and I’m so far gone that my wanton hips keep swivelling, riding his face. All I can think about is how good this feels and how I don’t want it to stop.
We left the event early, and now I’m wedged up against Stefan in the middle seat rather than leaned against the opposite door staring out the window while he played Mario Kart. Yeah, I saw that. And he’s fucking terrible. He obviously needed the practice, so I just left him to it so I could disappear inside my head for a bit.
Fucking Mario kart
“Mira.” Stefan’s hushed voice is gravelly as his lips move against my hair. “If you don’t watch that hand, I’m going to pull you onto my lap and fuck you right here in this car.”
I peek down and am met with the impressive outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants. I’m definitely not going to be bored when Stefan Dalca finally fucks me.
Mira is driving me absolutely insane trailing her fingers up my leg. The fields hurtling past the window of the town car are dark, and if we didn’t have company, I’m pretty sure my inner caveman would come out to play and I’d take her on the spot.
The “caveman” always gets me. Keep imagining the men being actual caveman pounding on their chests. “Me man. You woman. We fuck. You take my seed.”
“Never be sorry for setting your own boundaries.”
I’m sobbing, Stefan you’re too precious
I’m completely adrift with Mira. About to drown in her. And I’m not sure I have enough of a survival instinct to save myself. I’m not sure I want to.
Excited about the open door behind us—the thought that anyone could pull up to his house and catch me on my knees with his dick in my mouth.
Because this is addictive. Blow jobs have always felt like a chore, but that one felt like a drug.
“I don’t really care what you call me while I do it, sweetheart. So long as you spread those legs and let me worship between them.”
She jerks back now, fisting my hair. “Stefan, so help me. If you don’t shut up and get naked with me right here and now, I’m going to lose it.”
She’s a canvas, and I’m about to paint.
Mira’s hips move in a soft twisting motion, and my vision blurs. I can’t pinpoint what it is. The angle, the snug fit, the tense lead-up? All I know is that sex—two people coming together—has never felt so absolutely necessary as it does right now.
Being a sex expert must be exhausting. The man is a fucking god.
The man has a filthy mouth. His accent gets stronger, more sensual, when his walls come down. I’m pretty sure he could talk me into an orgasm if he tried,
“You have beautiful hands. Almost as beautiful as your mind and heart. Sometimes I find myself staring at them while you work, so elegant and strong all at once. Hands that heal. Hands that save lives.” His voice drops. “Hands that belong in mine.”
“Do you often get this wet for men who aren’t your type, Dr. Thorne?” My head snaps to him. “Stop saying that.” I don’t like him saying that. I meant it to push him away, and now it’s not true. It’s so damn far from the truth. And I’m done pushing this beautiful, complex man away. “Why?” His green eyes glitter as they move between mine knowingly. “You know why.” I roll my eyes, body wound tight. Stefan flips me flat onto my back. “I don’t think I do. You’re like a safe, and I think I’m close to figuring out the combination. So don’t worry, Mira. I’m going to get in there and learn all your
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“Okay, Mira. When you’re done fondling Dalca’s balls for doing us one little favor, let me know.” I take another large swig and then rest my head back on the chair, looking up at the darkening sky, feeling the heat of the fire soak into my bones. “I did a lot more than fondle his balls.” Violet spews water all over herself. Nadia groans and shakes her head with a small smile. “Fucking gross. I knew it.”
I watch his lips take on a mischievous curl before a hand darts out. When his focus switches back to me, he smirks, looking suddenly playful. And then he holds up… “Look who I found.” Mr. Purple. “Oh.” The sight of him holding the big purple vibrator sets my heart to racing.
I’m instantly wet. I’m thoroughly ruined. I should tell him it’s been nice knowing him and get the hell out of here before I spontaneously combust like the sex-crazed maniac I’ve become.
He eventually leans over my body and reaches beneath me, finding my clit with his fingers. He rubs firmly while continuing to drive into me wildly, panting in my ear. “If there was any uncertainty in your mind about where we stand, let me clear that up for you now.” He slows his thrusts, pulling out and then driving in hard, rattling my body with the force of his claim. “You are mine.” My hands slip on the desk, and my legs shake. “And I am yours.” And as I fall apart beneath his firm body, feeling him move inside of me, I know I’m exactly where I need to be. There’s no uncertainty now.
I feel like it’s too soon to be in love. I feel childish even entertaining the thought. But maybe that’s just it; maybe a child knows what they’re feeling and freely admits it. They don’t have years of baggage telling them to ignore what they already know to be true.
What if she dies saving everything that she thinks is dear to me without knowing she is everything to me? I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Poor sweet fool. That girl was coming back for you. Don’t you know her well enough to know she doesn’t quit? She walked into that barn because that’s the type of person she is. A little prickly, but as loyal as they come once you get her. And don’t worry, you’ve got her. I rather think you’re stuck with her.”
When she wakes up, I’m never walking away from her again. I’m going to bask in being stuck with her. No matter what it takes. And I’m going to tell her I love her. Over, and over, and over again.
I quirk my head, knowing I’ve struck a chord. “No… but have you walked through fire for any other girls lately, Stefan?” I smile, but his facade cracks right before my eyes. His face falls and a sob wracks his body as he gives up all pretenses of control and crawls onto the small hospital bed beside me, turning my body in toward him with the utmost care. With heartbreaking gentleness.
“I love you, Mira.” His confession is quiet and deep. Private and just for us. Even though he’s already said it, this time it really sinks in. “You make me a better man. A happier man. I said it once before, and I meant it: you are mine and I am yours. I will drink whatever ungodly coffee concoctions you bring me. I will worship your body.”
“I would walk through fire for you any day. Over and over again.”
His lips press against one cheek, in the sweetest kiss. “I love you.” Before moving over to the other, butterflies erupt in my stomach. “I love you.” Our lips meet in a soul-searing kiss, the perfect fit, and he says it a third time. “I love you.” And nothing in my life has ever felt more real. I love him. I love him. I love him.
