Page 88 of The Doctor's Truth

I shift my weight. “Uh. Yeah. My old room.”

“It reeks of latent homosexuality.”

“Huh?”

“You have a naked man on your wall.”

“That’s…Muhammad Ali. And he’s not naked. He’s wearing shorts.”

“I bet he didn’t wear shorts in your dreams.”

“No comment.”

Donovan sighs loudly and rubs his hand over his face. “Ignore me. I’m just…stoned.”

Carefully, I sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “I don’t think you’re a villain,” I tell him.

“No?”

“You’re a good guy.” I pick at lint on my pants. “Hell…I admire you.”

Now Donovan scoffs on a laugh. “You admire me?” he asks dubiously.

“Sure I do. You’re a better doctor than I am. You fuck who you want. No matter what the consequences. You stay true to yourself. Even when it’s hard. Even my dad likes you more than he likes me.”

Another chuckle from Donovan. “Probably true.”

“He went to your med school graduation.”

“Yeah. He did.”

“He didn’t go to mine.”

Donovan props himself up on an elbow, half sitting up in bed, and squints at me. “What?”

I shake my head. “Mom went. My brother went. Dad sent a card. ‘Congratulations on your big day.’ With a new credit card enclosed.”

Donovan examines me. “You’ll never be your own man if you spend your time trying to please your parents.”

“Easy for you to say. Both of your parents loved you unconditionally. I’ve never known what love looks like without hoops you have to jump through to attain it.”

“You sound like a circus animal.”

“I feel like one.”

“So what do you want?” His eyes are on mine. So dark. So penetrating. They cut right through. “Not you—Leonard King’s son. You. Jason. What the hell do you want?”

I swallow hard. My throat is dry. “I don’t know.”

“Yes. You do. You’re just too afraid to take it.”

I reach out and grab him. His surprised mmf! gets muffled against my lips.

But he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t push me off. After a moment, his tongue finds my teeth, and he invites himself into my mouth.

The way his tongue curls against mine sends a jolt down my spine and straight to my cock. I hear myself groan as we sway together. Our bodies find each other as I dig my tongue into his mouth, drinking him in deeply.

“I’m too high to bottom,” Donovan pants when we break for air, “just grind against me.”

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