Page 18 of The Doctor

Once again, I brushed a finger over her clit, better prepared for the vice grip of her pussy around my cock. Over and over, I circled that bundle of nerves until her nails scored into my back.

“Logan.” Her mouth was in my neck and only I could hear that rough whisper. “Logan, don’t stop.”

“I won’t baby, but you need to get there.” I lowered my face so my lips were at her ear. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

She let out a strangled moan. Her walls gripped me tighter than I had ever felt before as she chanted my name and went over the edge. Feeling her around me triggered my own orgasm and I emptied myself deep inside her, coming harder than I ever had.

As soon as my mind returned to my body, I rolled off her and caught my breath. I was up and off the bed, warming a cloth in the bathroom, and back in the bedroom before Bex had caught her breath. I washed her off as gently as I could and returned the cloth before climbing back in the bed next to her.

Only then did I realize that in all my years in New York, all the women I’d had in my bed, Bex was the only woman I ever held after sex. I always thought I was not a cuddler. That my time with Bex was not who I really was. But that wasn’t right.

Bex was the only person I wanted skin-to-skin with me after sex. God, I was an asshole. But sex made one vulnerable and I didn’t want to be that close to anyone after that. Like they would see my hurt and my loneliness. All I wanted was Bex.

Our breathing became more regulated and Bex turned to me. “I’m really scared.”

“Why?” I was scared as well, but I wanted to know if we were afraid of the same thing. “For Dom?”

“Honestly, I think my brothers and I have what it takes to protect him.” She took my hand. “But I don’t want them to leave.All of them. I know it's only been a day, but they belong with us, Lo.”

I held her close, breathing her in. “I know. I was just thinking our greatest adversary is not the people he witnessed killing his family, but rather social services.”

“We’ll fight them, too. Together.”

11

LOGAN

Ten days later and we were finding some sense of normal. Bex had arranged with one of the high school teachers to pass on assignments and homework, so Dom didn’t fall too far behind. It wasn’t formal since it was a different school district entirely, but it would help. Eventually, we would need to enroll him, but that could wait a little longer. Bex worked from home – since the apartment had become her home – most days, unless she had a meeting. And I continued working in the ER.

I picked up my backpack and made my way out of the hospital locker room. As I walked through the hallway to the staff entrance, I was grateful no one interrupted me. It had been a long shift. I’d been working for about sixteen hours. All I wanted was to get home and find my bed. As it was the middle of the day, Bex would be awake and I’d be able to take a nap in comfort and I wouldn’t disturb her.

I turned into the staff parking lot and stopped in my tracks. In front of my truck was a six foot three, pissed off hulk, in a baseball cap. Or more accurately, Oliver Salinger.

Nick had already cornered me in the parking lot of my apartment building earlier in the week. That was a loudconversation. He’d been waiting for me in roughly the same position as Ollie. Feet apart, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“Ollie, I don’t have the energy for this. I promise tomorrow you can shout and scream and even take a swing at me.”

“Now, Lo.” That was all he said as he made his way around to the passenger’s side, waiting for me to unlock it. “I RideShared here, so we can talk on the way.”

“You RideShared?” I chanced a smile, knowing it would likely piss him off. It was well known he had big issues with the ride-sharing company since his wife had been kidnapped by someone pretending to be a driver.

“Don’t get cute. Just open the door.”

A thought occurred to me. “If you’re going to yell and scream at me, the least you can do is drive. I did a double shift and don’t have the energy to focus on the road and listen to you.”

He raised his hand and I tossed the key fob in his direction as we switched sides. Since I started kindergarten, this is what I’d known family to be. Ollie was pissed, and rightfully so. He was going to make it about the fact that I knocked up his sister and then left town. That was the easiest thing to attack after all. But we both knew that was not the real issue. What he wouldn’t do was make me drive when I told him how tired I was. Because we both knew the reason he was pissed was because he loved me like a brother and expected more than the deception he’d been dealt.

The car started and we drove from the parking lot in silence. Once we hit the main road, he spoke.

“How could you let her give up that baby? And then you left and carried on with your life.”

Slowly I turned to him. “Let? No oneletsBex do anything. She was pregnant. Yes, we both made that happen. But I wasn’t about to tell Bex what she should do. Maybe I should’ve taken the kid myself but…”

“But what?” Oliver turned me, his brown eyes cold.

“I didn’t want to lose Bex. I didn’t want to do anything that would push her away from me.”

Oliver’s shoulders sagged. “The more I think about it, the more pissed I get.”

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