Page 100 of Forgive You

I’m livid.

I’m ready to deck this guy with one of the moves Hunter once taught me.

Gynecologist or not. Anyone this close to my girl’s pussy but me isn’t welcome.

Julie’s sitting in a chair, her legs resting on these things to keep them wide and her panties on the chair beside her. Discomfort coils through my body, and I keep checking her face to see if she feels the same.

I’m sitting beside her, my hand holding hers, because I figured she doesn’t want me to glance over the doc’s shoulders. The smell of antiseptic lingers in my nose.

When I walked in here, my stomach was roaring for food, but in the last five minutes, I completely lost my appetite with worry for her.

The doctor pulls his gloves over his fingers, stretching the rubber to make sure they are fully in, then takes the stool between her legs. His chubby face is focused on her center, a gray hair flopping in front of his head.

I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.

He holds up an iron…tong?

“What the fuck is that?” I blurt, horror in my tone.

“It’s a speculum,” he explains, as if that’s an answer to my question. “We use it to keep the cervix open.”

I mean, yeah, makes sense. Still don’t like it, though.

“It’s a torture device, that’s what it is,” I mumble. “Is that gonna hurt?”

“Just a little.”

Just a little? It’s basically a yes or no question.

I huff, reminding myself of the fact he doesn’t have a pussy. “And how would you know? Have you ever had it shoved up your ass?”

Julie’s eyes widen. “Jason! Breathe. It’s okay.”

“He’s about to shove that iron shit inside you,” I whisper with indignation.

“I know.” There’s a little amusement in the corner of her mouth, and I lean in even closer.

“If it hurts, you tell me and I’ll make it hurt for him, yeah?”

My pulse has a nervous pace, not helping at all. Feral feelings of possessiveness flare up, but I’m also determined to be there for her.

Never in a million years would I have ever expected to be here.But she asked. Well, she didn’t ask. I offered. And considering the bastard sitting between her legs right now, I’m not regretting that.

She needed me, and I sure as fuck won’t say no to that. I should’ve prepared myself a little more mentally, but I’m not gonna make her regret asking me.

I take deliberate breaths through my nose, grinding my teeth as I watch the doctor’s every move.

She chuckles and cups my cheek in her hand, gluing our foreheads together. “Caveman. Relax.”

“It’s kinda hard when some guy is about to put that thing into your pussy.”

“Jason.” She smiles. “Stop.”

“Okay, okay.” I press a kiss to her lips, hoping the warmth of her mouth calms me down.

“Just hold my hand.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Our foreheads stay linked together, and when the doc pushes in thespeculum, she whimpers a little.

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