Page 22 of Dr Feel Good
We were in a waiting game for that massive amount of snow to fucking melt enough so he could get help for me and send me on my happy way. Probably never to think about me again.
Asshole.
It was shitty to feel so weak when I didn’t have Mama, Juno, or Lake to comfort me. Even Jinx would’ve been nice. We commiserated over lost babies. Fucked up type of bond, but whatever.
Roman Mac, with his fine ass, would’ve been even better. So, I was a vindictive bitch to sleep with an enemy of the Bastards, but I’d also been crushed after I discovered Warrior and Fendi were fucking.
I squinted.
Well, goddamn. I hadn’t thought about how goodWarrior’sarms once felt around me. How he’d comforted me after my parents’ deaths and vowed vengeance.
His presence annoyed me now because his fucking ego blew up our lives. Yes, I listened to him for everything. It was what had drawn me to him. He gave me structure and protection. In the world he created for me, I didn’t have to worry about anything if I followed his commands. If things became too intense, then I had safe words for all aspects of our lives. After I lost the baby, though, I spiraled.
I resented his dominance, my submission.Hewas the one who first brought me to the Haven but balked when I wanted to prospect. I did it anyway, so he made me choose.
My bladder throbbed. I got the message and staggered to my feet, gritting my teeth at the pain in my thigh that traveled to the other wounds and spread throughout my fucking body.
Grateful for the lanterns that cut through the darkness and wishing the electricity would come back on, I started toward the closest door, then halted, huffing and puffing.
Limping wasn’t cutting it. I was still in massive pain, so I dragged my injured leg. Sweat popped off me thanks to the exertion, which made me realize the fire was dying down again. I didn’t have the fucking energy to stoke it.
Reaching door number one, I leaned against it and then threw it open. Not a fucking bathroom but a closet. I made my way to the second door and found it locked, so I knocked.
“I need to pee,” I called, then tried the knob again. Nothing.
I’m certain the fancy schmancy cabin had another bathroom, leaving me no choice but to go in search of it. Opening the bedroom door, I peeped out, finding it even chillier in the little hallway than it was in the bedroom.
It was so silent, he must’ve been asleep on the couch. Maybe, after I peed, I’d make my way to him to see if he had enough covers. I wouldn’t want him to freeze to death. And hopefully, he’d give me something else for the pain.
The first door was a storage closet filled with supplies and canned food. The second door opened to a linen closet.
Fuck me!
I squeezed my legs together, wishing I could do the pee hop, but my thigh was hurting too much. Finally, I reached the third door on the other side of the living area with the high ceiling and tall beams. Unlike the kerosene lanterns in the bedroom, there were battery-operated ones strewn about in strategic places, giving off just enough light that I wouldn’t fall and break my neck.
Expecting to find the fucking Easter Bunny behindthisdoor, I jerked it open, already annoyed, thanking the stars for my Kegel exercises that Warrior once demanded I do.
Squeeze the pussy and release. Squeeze. Release. Much more fun on a cock—especially certain ones—but it still helped.
Giggling, I zeroed in on the toilet, ensnared by the cozy warmth of a small fireplace and more than a few kerosene lamps. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted, then glanced around.
The doctor’s stiff cock registered first. Honed thighs and long legs, both deliciously hairy, seeped through my shock next. I took in his narrow waist, hard stomach, wide shoulders, and a towel wrapped around his neck. He stood at the wash basin, shamelessly displaying a body many only dreamed about.
I wanted to look away. Truly. Ordinarily, I would never hang around someone so uptight and arrogant. He wasn’t mytype for so many different reasons, but mainly because that motherfucker thought he was better than me.
His dark blue, assessing gaze sent shivers through me.
Goddamn.
I didn’t want to make a stupid decision. But pleasure jolted through me as I took in the displeasure in his dark blue eyes, saw his thinning lips, and glanced at his bobbing dick.
He narrowed his eyes, and I saw a message. Unspoken but unmistakable. I dropped my gaze.
“I-I need to pee,” I managed, almost addingsir. My heart pounded; I’d lost my fucking mind.
Warrior was the only man who’d ever had that power over me. It was a give/take arrangement. Igavehim the power, and he pushed me to my limits because Iallowedit.
Twice, I tried to have another dom/sub relationship. The first time after Warrior, I didn’t respect the guy. A fucking fail right there. And the next time?
