Page 4 of Mountain Dr.'s Sweet Thing

I walk with him mechanically, not paying attention to where we’re going when we exit the bar into the quiet night. We cross the town square and stop on the sidewalk in front of… his practice.

I raise my gaze to meet his and ask, “what…? what are we doing here?”

“I need to check you. Make sure everything is alright.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice so close. It’s low, rumbly, and deliciously vibrates all through my body. I’m so fucked. And what must he be thinking? That I’m so crazy woman who got pregnant just weeks after breaking things off with her sorry ass boyfriend? Oh Lord.

I take a step back, pushing my hair away from my face and wiping my cheeks.

“Listen, Jackson. Thank you so much for getting me out of there. That was.. it was so nice of you. But I know what the problem is with my breasts, and now I’m gonna go home and-”

“No,” he cuts me firmly. And the single word, his commanding tone, set my panties on fire. “You’re not going home alone. You’re coming with me inside so I can examine you and make sure everything is okay.”

On that, with his stubble-covered, square jaw set tight, he takes my hand and pulls me close, flush against his big body. I can feel every single bulging muscle and hard slab of flesh, and it’s fucking amazing. I want to climb him like a tree, wrap myself around him like a fucking monkey.

Jackson wraps one large hand around my waist, under his coat, his heat branding me like there’s nothing between our skins. And he fumbles with his jacket with his other hand. I can only stare, out of breath, brain muddled by his proximity, the feel of him, his scent. Then he pulls back a little to unlock the door. I realize he was pulling his key from his jacket pocket. The jacket I’m wearing. And I feel my face heat with embarrassment.Yeah, dummy. He wasn’t trying to fill you up, just grab his keys. Oh My God.

Jax wraps his huge paw back around my hand. “Come.” And he pulls me inside.

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I can’t imagine what I must look like wearing the jacket of a man who’s an entire foot taller than me, and looks like he weighs a couple of hundred pounds more. So much for my new body and new image.

I’m drowning in Jackson’s coat, in his heat, the smell of him, the intensity of his gray blue-green. Turned on, heat beating a mile a minute, wondering how I got here, how we found ourselves in this situation. Alone, at night, in his empty doctor’s office.

His eyes never leaving mine, Jax guides me through the waiting area and into his office. I look around, anything to avoid his gaze. The place feels different from my last visit. I haven’t been back since Dr. Dobbs retired. It’s not like I was gonna ask Jackson to refill my pill prescription or check on my boobs when they started feeling hard, full, tense, and warm. I just thought it was one of the side effects the notice warned about and that it would pass. But now here we are…

He pulls me in front of the examination table, wraps his strong, capable hands around my waist and fucking hoists me up! Just like that! No grunt of effort, no hesitation, nothing. Jackson fucking lifted my two-hundred pounds ass and gently set me on the exam table.Oh, boy!

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but then he grabs a pair of gloves, a swab and the stethoscope, and comes to stand right in front of me. I have to lean back, spread my thighs a little so he can fit his big, hard body between them. And I have to admit it: the sight and feel of him are delicious.

I want him to fucking devour me.

I bite my lip, watching him put the gloves on. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s gonna do.

Jackson smiles, showing off a row of straight, white teeth and a dimple. Holy hell, I almost orgasm right then and there.

Jax lays a large palm on the center of my chest, pushing me gently.

“Lie back, please, Ashley. I need to listen to your heart and lungs and take a sample for the lab. It will tell us if there are any bacteria present, that might explain why your breasts are leaking milk. It will only take a second. Okay, honey?”

I nod, doing as I’m told, the low rumble of his voice soothing me. His proximity, the heat emanating from his large body, his scent…

“I need you to take a deep breath and slowly release it. Try to relax. I got you. You have nothing to be scared of. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

I continue taking deep breaths, shamelessly staring at his face. Memorizing the lines of his strong jaw, high cheekbones, heavy brows, straight, masculine nose. The long, inky lashes I can almost count from this close. The intensity of his blue-green eyes. And that full, pink mouth…

“Now breathe for me. Inhale. Good, girl. Again. Inhale. Exhale. One more time. That’s it. You can relax. Everything will be fine. I got you, baby girl.”

Baby girl… this man will be the fucking death of me.

“Perfect. Your lungs sound good, and your heart is beating strongly.”

He raises his gaze to meet mine, dropping the stethoscope. His hands gently pushing my shirt up, uncovering my bra.

“Is this okay?”

I nod again, completely tongue-tied.

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