Page 18 of Fighting Fate
Baylor moaned like it was the first time anyone pleasured him. That could easily leave him addicted. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked as if he struggled for air. The visual alone threatened to push him over the edge. Baylor felt amazing. Chipper easily lifted and lowered while rolling his hips upward. Baylor weighed next to nothing. Chipper doubted Baylor made eating a priority. He would have to change that. Baylor would be so fucking spoiled. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as he took Baylor. Baylor held his stare as if he felt the same.
“I was meant to be yours.” Chipper didn’t think he had ever uttered a truer sentence. “You completely own me.”
A shaky-sounding breath filled the air. Baylor’s green eyes seemed to turn even brighter. “Then come for me.”
Chipper switched angles, ensuring he blew Baylor’s mind. “You first.” He thrust harder.
The back of Baylor’s head hit the wall. He moaned and visibly fought for air. Chipper watched him strain toward release and thought he would lose his mind. He didn’t know if he’d last. Chipper was right to worry. An orgasm ripped through him, stealing a loud cry from him. Thankfully, Baylor’s cum filled the space between them, because Chipper couldn’t even think, much less plot to make him blow. They kissed. It tasted like desperation. Chipper couldn’t get close enough.
He didn’t know which of them laughed first, but it started softly and grew. It was like happiness filled them until it boiled over and they couldn’t contain it. Chipper let Baylor’s feet hit the floor, but he didn’t let go. He kissed Baylor’s forehead, cheeks, chin, and nose. Chipper couldn’t stop. He wanted to know he had kissed every inch of Baylor.
Baylor chuckled. “You’re the biggest kid I know.”
Chipper smiled against his cheek. “Maybe, but you like me.”
“I do.” Baylor’s fingertips dug into Chipper’s biceps. “I’m terrified I’ll open my eyes any second and none of this will be real.”
“It’s real. Everything about us.”
Baylor kissed him again, and Chipper forgot his plan to kiss every inch of Baylor. He could be happy with enjoying Baylor’s tongue for now. They had forever for the rest.
Baylor had no idea why his nerves fluttered so badly as he headed downstairs. It seemed the doctor had just arrived and would see him soon. Meeting new people didn’t normally bother him. It was like this guy had the power to make or break him. That made zero sense, but he couldn’t help his feelings. It was anxiety. He still hadn’t fully gotten his meds back in his system yet.
Chipper squeezed his hand as they stepped into the sitting room. It was still empty. He chose a wingback chair near the door before his knees gave out.
“You’ll love Dr. A. Zander flew him in from Florida. He doesn’t trust anyone else as much.”
“From Florida? For me? That has to be annoying.”
“I don’t mind. It’s my job to make people better.”
Baylor’s gaze moved toward the voice. The air froze in his lungs. A guy with a perfectly pressed white coat and flawlessly styled brown hair stood in the doorway. In one hand, he carried an old time-y looking physician’s bag. The other hand held the hand of a child. He looked to be the exact age Micah would be now if he lived. Baylor wondered if he would faint.
The guy smiled, looking every bit as great as Chipper claimed. “Hello. I’m Dr. A. You can also call me Corey if you’d like. I’m not picky.” He lifted the boy’s hand a bit. “I hope it’s okay if my son joins us. My husband has whatever nasty virus is going around. I hear you know it well.” He chuckled.
Baylor tried for a smile. His eyes wouldn’t budge from the little boy. He wore a backpack and clutched a book against his chest. His eyes stayed carefully in a direction where no one was.
Corey motioned toward a nearby settee. “Why don’t you sit over there while Dad works?”
With a sweet little nod that tore at Baylor’s heartstrings, he headed for the couch.
Corey pulled a chair close to Baylor and opened his bag. He lowered his voice for Baylor’s ears alone. “Seriously, I hope this is okay. Rhorey was adopted out of unthinkable conditions. He has special needs and can’t be left alone with anyone else.”
“It’s fine.” If only Baylor could breathe. “How old is he?”
“Eight.”
“He’s so tiny.”
Corey flashed him a small smile. “Yeah. He came to us from a nightmare. Is it okay if I draw some blood? Zander says there’s been a problem with your GFR. There’s a lab onsite. I can have these tests running while we talk.”
“That’s fine.” Baylor’s gaze moved back to Rhorey.
Corey went to work, drawing several tubes of blood.
Baylor needed to focus on anything other than Rhorey’s presence. “What does the A stand for?”
“Abayantsev. That was my last name before I married. I still call myself that when introducing myself to patients since that’s the last name that’s on my medical license.”
