Page 66 of Doctor Enemy

I’m breathing so hard that I’m panting, and right there on the edge in a matter of seconds. Kurt hollows out his cheeks and sucks at my clit, fingering me so deeply I know that I’ll be feeling him there all day. The second orgasm pulls me under hard, a wave crashing over my head and stealing all breath. My vision goes very briefly spotty.

Still, his fingers curl against me. Two more hard, lazy thrusts up into me. Then his hand finally pulls away, and I can breathe once more. It feels like all of my limbs have turned into jelly. My skin is buzzing.

“Good morning,” says Kurt, voice rough. “I have to go get ready for work. But you still look tired.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh, sucking a bruise there. “You should probably spend a little bit more time in bed.”

He gets up and leaves the bedroom before I can say anything. I’m reeling from the double orgasm and the fact that it seems to have come out of nowhere. Not upset, though. Not anywhere close to being upset. I’ve never felt more loved and more wanted in my life.

My eyes slip shut as I try to catch my breath. Once my heart quits racing so hard, I sit up and run a hand through my hair, pushing it out of my face. When I do, my gaze catches on the glinting ring that Kurt gave me the night before.

Just looking at the ring is enough to make a giddy laugh spill up from between my lips. Engaged!

I’m engaged to him!

Between waking up to Kurt’s head between my legs and having been proposed to just the day before, I feel like I’ve got some serious whiplash going on. I let out a soft huff of laughter, carefully swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

They feel wobbly as I head for the bathroom, making short work of cleaning myself up.

By the time I’m able to gather my thoughts and leave the bedroom, Kurt is already dressed and ready to walk out the door. He works the day shift today, and I don’t go in until the evening.

“You’re something,” I tell him, walking over and wrapping my arms around his neck. I pull him in for a kiss, surprised when I can still taste myself on his tongue.

He pulls back and tells me, “Something amazing, and we both know it.”

Then he’s gone and, for a few hours at least, I’m left alone in the house.

Now, that’s never been a problem before. We’ve bought a gorgeous house together and formed the sort of life that I never thought I would ever actually get. I’m happier than I can ever remember being.

But with the ring on my finger, I’m also restless. Nothing holds my attention for long. Not the books, the TV, or even the study notes that I’ve brought home from the hospital on diagnosing and treating rare and seldom seen diseases.

It seems to take forever for my shift to actually start–and I end up getting there twenty minutes early, just so I can rush into the doctors’ lounge and find Cara and Amanda, who are perched on the couch together. I swear, it looks as if they’re waiting for me! I’m too focused on shoving my hand into their faces to think on that.

“Look,” I say, gleefully.

Cara says, “Wow, that’s a lot bigger than I was expecting.”

Amanda tells me, “It’s beautiful.”

“You… already knew?” I ask. My gaze sweeps between them, taking in Amanda first, and then Cara.

There’s not an ounce of surprise on either of their faces.

Happiness, sure. I’ve got literally zero doubts that these two women are happy for me. But they aren’t surprised to see that I’ve shown up today with an engagement ring.

And then it clicks. I pull my hand back and press it to the side of my head instead, giving a low groan. “Oh my God, of course you did. The Celebration Tacos. Once I saw the roses and the ring it's like I got a sudden case of amnesia for everything that came before.”

“Roses?” Cara asks. “That’s a nice touch. Were they actually, you know, in a vase, or on the floor?”

I decline to answer that, as I grasp the fact that they were holding this secret.

Amanda gives me a sheepish smile. “Kurt asked Jackson for some help figuring out how to pop the question.”

“Jackson suggested that we take you out to eat somewhere,” says Cara. “You know, to keep you distracted and out of the house for a little bit. I’m the one that suggested El Dorado, but that’s just because I really, really wanted some tacos.”

“Don’t be mad,” says Amanda.

She offers out her hand, wiggling her fingers. I give in, laying my palm down against her own. “We didn’t know what the ring was going to look like or anything like that! And you might be a little huffy, but the surprise is part of what made it so impactful, right? It totally would have been less fun if we had spilled the beans ahead of time.”

Cara admits, “I was so, so tempted to just tell you.”

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