Page 25 of Saved By the Surly Medic

Brooke's instant grin is pure sunshine. "I know you're just trying to keep me safe. So, yes. I'd love to move in with you. But I can pack up my own underwear drawer, thank you very much."

My eyes grow wide. "Are you saying you have a naughty things drawer that you don't want me to see?"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. I bet you don't want me to see your beefcake magazines. Like Lumberjack Quarterly."

"Stop it." She smacks my shoulder lightly.

"Shirtless Mountain Men Daily."

"I'm serious, stop!"

"Hard Wood? I bet that's your favorite."

Leaning in, I cut off her giggle with a kiss. I had intended it to be sweet, but in three seconds her fingers are gripping the back of my hair tightly. "What are you trying to say, gorgeous?"

I swear there's a faint blush across her cheeks as she smiles. "Um, after all of today's excitement, I just wondered if…you know. Instead of dessert, maybe we could…"

"Say no more." I scoop her into my arms, kicking the chair out of the way as I carry her to the bedroom. Setting her on the bed, I slowly peel off her jeans, then her baggy t-shirt and tank top, leaving her in nothing but dark blue panties. I kind of love that she wears loose, casual clothing, so that nobody can see her luscious figure but me.

Brooke looks down, then laughs. "Oh my god, my underwear matches my brace. Is that the clumsy girl version of coordinating lingerie sets?"

"Don't worry, I'll be buying you all the lacy things you want next time we go to a bigger city." Looking down at her luscious figure, I growl. "Correction. All of the lacy things I want."

I lie her back on the bed, grabbing a small pillow to tuck against her left side. The bruising on her ribs isn't nearly as bad as I'd feared, thank goodness. But the pillow gives her something to slightly grip with her fingers to keep her wrist still.

Slowly pulling off my t-shirt, I realize I've never felt sexier than when Brooke is looking at me. There's something about her. She's the only person who's ever brought out this side of me and made me feel like a truly masculine being.

Like a wolf.

Lying over her, I keep my weight away from her body while a deep, powerful kiss consumes us both. She moans when I move away, kissing down her tender stomach to spread her legs.

I'm not nearly as gentle as I was last time. Diving in, I bathe her pussy with my tongue until her good hand is practically tearing out my hair.

Looking up, I love the way her expression tells me everything I need to know. That she likes it hard and fast. That she loves it when I slide my middle finger deep inside her, my palm facing up to press against her g-spot. That she adores the sensation of her swollen clit being massaged between my lips.

I don't know if it's love, or our connection, or maybe the way I've been trained to study people's feelings and read body language. Regardless, Brooke is incredibly responsive, her hips bucking up as if encouraging me.

"Mine," I growl, before dragging my tongue around and across her clit. The faster I move, the faster she pants.

Her juices are so sweet, and I hope that she can see in my eyes that I'm going to be between her legs every single day for the rest of our lives.

"Oh," Brooke moans, her chest heaving, her perky breasts bouncing up and down. "Yes… Yes…"

Her hot, wet pussy tenses around my fingers as she comes, her inner muscles rippling around me as I steadily lick her sensitive bud until she shakes from head to toe.

"Wow." Her voice is shaky. "That was…intense."

Licking softly, I wait until her climax subsides before jumping to my feet. Her eyes blaze as my jeans hit the floor.

I don't think I've ever been this thick and hard. Pre-come is already dripping from the tip of my cock as I settle over her. I devour her mouth as I drag the head of my cock through her wet slit, teasing her until she squirms, trying to pull me deeper.

"A month from now, after your wrist has healed completely, I want you on top of me. I want your hands on my chest as you lift your hips up and down, fucking yourself on my cock."

Brooke nods eagerly, then she grins. "I think I like it when the town medic talks dirty."

"It's all your fault." I dip inside her barely an inch, just enough to make her gasp. "You make me a savage animal, gorgeous."

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