Page 77 of The Potter

But I’m in no need of a baby right now. My life is far too fucked up as it is.

“I’m on birth control,” she says, moving her hand to palm my face.

I nod, not bothering to continue the conversation that is already a boner-killer. Instead, I scoot in closer and thread my legs between hers. “Is this comfortable?” With a total hip replacement, I want to be mindful of the position I put her in. On her side has the least impact.

She trails a finger down my abs, cresting over the smattering of dark hair until she finds my cock, sliding her thumb over the tip and smearing the liquid there. “I’m more than comfortable, Dr. Potter.”

Her hand grips me, and with a steady up and down motion, my head bows forward. I take a peaked bud in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I find her cunt and slip two fingers inside. She’s dripping wet. “Guide me in.”

I can barely get the words out when Halle positions me at her entrance. Every muscle in my body is coiled with tension as we both take a breath, waiting for me to push inside her.

One second. Two—

With her leg, Halle pulls me by the ass, shoving me inside. Both of us groan as she stretches around me.

“Oh, gosh,” Halle moans, “this is sooo not bad dick.”

Inhaling, I choke, her random outburst catching me off guard. “You were expecting bad?”

She shakes her head, a faint smile appearing. “I wasn’t expecting such… fullness.”

I’m not sure if she means physically or metaphorically, but I decide now isn’t the time to wonder. Ms. Belle’s body molds to mine like it was always meant to as I push in all the way, shushing her cries with kisses as I thrust over and over until my body is met with a familiar tingle.

“Look at me,” she cries.

I’m panting, holding back, my neck straining as I try looking away. Everything is too intimate. Too real. I’m not supposed to be looking at Halle, making love to her as we face each other with our bodies intertwined and connected.

This was supposed to be a release.

A bandage for the ache.

But now, as she holds my face, with our noses pressed together, I let her watch as she tears down the barrier between us, her body taking my demons and burying them inside.

Vance

Ican’t sleep.

Even with Halle’s naked body pressed against mine, her breathing a sweet, rhythmic lullaby against my chest, I couldn’t stay in bed.

I made love to her.

I’ve never shared intimacy with another person, not like I just did with Halle. She broke a dam that I didn’t know I had built, and now, I can’t rebuild it fast enough to stop the thoughts swirling in my head.

Memories I don’t want to remember.

Like Logan’s death.

Calista thought I had a lot of nerve showing my face at a medical conference for physicians who save lives.

She claimed I wasn’t one of those people anymore.

I’m a murderer, just as she declared before slapping me.

The sting to my cheek was nothing like the stab to my chest her words provided. I grieve Logan just as much as she does. He was just as much my brother as Duke and Astor, and now, he’s gone. The pain of losing someone isn’t something I can fix or refine. These scars go far too deep.

I will wear them for all eternity.

But the thing I can’t yet accept is the punishment for my failure. I failed Logan and Calista. She’s right, I don’t deserve to practice medicine anymore. But what about those patients like Halle? Sure, there’re other surgeons who will take her case, but will they heal the scars below the surface?

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