Page 28 of Imperfect Skin

“What? How? Hang on, do tally marks mean spankings? Because you know that’s not a threat. I’m all up for a good spanking. You just have to ask me nicely.”

“Not the way I do them, boy. And are you forgetting the shower?”

“Whoops, that was not my fault! I had to make sure the mug was clean.”

I shook my head at his doe-eyed, innocent look. It was not as good as he thought. “I’m sure that’s what happened,” I answered drily.

“Yup, has nothing to do with you sneaking off to have a shower wank.”

“And how do you know that’s what I was doing?”

He blushed scarlet. “Well, it’s what I do every morning in the shower,” he mumbled.

“Every day?” I questioned, enjoying the way Mouse squirmed in his seat.

Mouse shrugged. “It’s why God gave us hands, right?”

“Well, I hope you had a good wank this morning, because it’s going to be your last one for a while.” I probably should have waited till we’d discussed what we wanted from this thing, but the idea seemed too perfect. Mouse was about to learn a whole new level of sadism.

Mouse stared at me. His mouth was slightly open as if to voice a sharp comeback, but I could see the excitement in his eyes. He wanted this as much as I did. “I didn’t have a wank this morning. Back hurt too much.”

“Let’s see how good you can be today, and I’ll think about letting you come before I put you on restriction.”

Mouse shot a furtive look at his lap.

I burst out laughing. “Not in the car.”

The pout he gave me was epic and so sexy, but I wasn’t going to let our first time being intimate together happen in the goddamn car. Besides, I had an idea about just how I was going to let Mouse come.

“Tell me how you feel about all this. Be honest, boy.” I needed to check in. We were moving at light speed and I didn’t want to overwhelm him, but something was driving me to go balls to the wall with him.

Mouse took a shaky breath, and his hand came over to cover mine on the steering wheel. “Scared, excited and now super fucking horny.”

I let out a loud laugh. I felt the same way.

Nine

MOUSE

“Well, you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?” Doc was his usual ray of sunshine and joy, but I didn’t take it personally. I’d be more worried if he wasn’t huffing and grumbling.

Doc held the front door of the surgery open, glaring at Cal and me. “Did you forget how to use your words as well as your sense of self-preservation?”

Ouch. I supposed I deserved that remark.

“Well, we would come in but there is this grumpy, old goat in the way.” I slipped past him, smacking a kiss to his bearded cheek and ignoring the outraged huff he gave me.

“Get inside, you reprobate. I’ve put the coffee machine on, but the damn thing doesn’t like me. Only Rhys can get it to work.”

Callum followed me in, clapping Doc on the shoulder. “I’ll see if I can get the coffee going, and let you see to Mouse.” He headed off to the small kitchenette while I followed Doc through to his office.

I’d always liked Doc’s consulting room. It wasn’t all white walls and boring. He had Dalí prints interspersed with pencil sketches of steampunk airships and cities. There was a basket overflowing with soft toys for his youngest patients, and potted orchids dotted the room. The space showed hints of Doc’s personality and I always felt relaxed when I was here.

“You know the drill, Mitchell. Shirt off and hop up on the table. How did you sleep last night?” Doc stepped forwards and helped me take off my hoodie and T-shirt when he saw how stiffly I was moving.

“Not great. I had nightmares and each time I rolled over onto my back I woke up, but Cal made sure I took those pain pills you gave him, and the antibiotics.” Doc touched my skin with gloved hands, checking my back and spending time inspecting where he’d stitched.

“Some of these are going to scar, I’m sad to say, but most of them are superficial. The bite, though, is a nasty bit of work. You were damn lucky. Cal told me that idiot used a bull whip on you. The damage could have been horrifying.”

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