Page 37 of Dr Feel Good
“You can’t be in there that long,” I reminded her, even as my dick twitched at the thought.
“I’ll be good. Promise,” she swore, batting her lashes at me.
Another chuckle escaped, and slowly, I pulled out of her. I took a moment to admire my seed oozing out of her pussy, before turning my sauce off. Without a word, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. For her own good, nothing could occur in the shower. She’d need to be in and out, so they’d be no two.
However, being close to Michelle, her body near mine as I washed her off as water cascaded down our bodies, would be enough for me.
A week after our kitchen encounter, the piles of snow were finally starting to disappear, allowing roads and the internet to become accessible once again. The weather was no longer so vile that it risked the power of Felix’s generator, restoring the luxury of round-the-clock electricity. No longer being trapped in the cabin should’ve made me celebrate, but instead, it saddened me. Soon, Felix and I would go our separate ways. He’d reassured me that there were no other women in his life, and I was the only one he wanted.
Right now, per his own words.
When he got back to Kansas City, would that change? Would he want to keep or contact, or resume being a motherfuckerwho thought he was too good for me, and select a more suitable partner? I desperately hoped our relationship wouldn’t be a temporary fling, but I knew realistically that when we were no longer forced to be in close proximity 24/7, what we had going on would dissolve.
I fucking hated that thought.
Sighing, I buried my face in Felix’s neck, inhaling deeply to soothe myself. His arm tightened around my waist, keeping our nude bodies close together. After breakfast, we’d fucked and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. He was still asleep, and the bedside clock let me know it was nearing 2 PM.
The afternoon sun was high in the sky, streaming through the window and creating a glow around Felix’s handsome face. His eyelashes were enviously long, sweeping the tops of his cheeks. His full, pink lips were parted, soft snores leaving them. If the medical profession hadn’t called to him, he would’ve made a killing as a male model. The gray creeping into his hair at the temples and laugh lines around his mouth were the only sign of his age.
Forty never looked so good.
Unable to resist, I pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. I tried to be gentle and sneaky, but Felix’s eyes opening let me know I failed on the latter front.
“Hey,” he mumbled, his hand rubbing circles on my hips. “How long have you been up?”
“About twenty minutes,” I said, his touch soothing my inner turmoil. “You look pretty when you sleep.”
He cocked a brow, amusement lighting up his eyes. “You’ve been watching me sleep, you little stalker?”
“I have,” I admitted without shame. “You were using me as a human teddy bear, so I couldn’t move. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?”
At his chuckle, chills slid down my spine. I felt so content that my anxieties over our impending separation disappeared with our easy banter.
“Well, since I’ve let you languish in boredom, let me make it up to you.”
He easily pinned me on my back, spreading my thighs and settling between them. He began to kiss down my body, starting at my neck, pausing to give both my nipples attention, then continuing downward until his breath fanned over my sex. Anticipation filled me. His tongue was sinfully talented.
He dragged his nose along my slit. “Fuck, you smell good.”
Finally, his tongue darted out, licking along my slit. My breath caught in my throat, and I grasped the sheets. He guided one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him more access as he made out with my cunt. Felix was a pussy eating champ, making my toes curl and working me towards orgasm within minutes.
However, before I could reach my peak, a familiar sound reached my ears. The roar of motorcycles drawing ever closer. A sound I typically adored, but now, it only filled me with dread. I didn’t know if the riders were friend or foe, if they were loyal club members, traitors, or Bloody Femmes. The pondering took me out of the moment, distracting me from his talented tongue.
I put a hand on Felix’s head, wiggling back. Unfortunately, another fuckfest would have to wait.
“Listen,” I instructed at his confused gaze.
He obeyed my command, his brows furrowing. “Motorcycles?”
I nodded and stood from the bed, gathering our discarded clothes. It seemed as if I’d been found.
“We have to get up,” I explained, racking my brain for how to explain the direness of the situation. “Trouble is coming.”
By the time we were dressed, the roar of motorcycles was deafening, and the vibration shook my cabin. Michelle hurriedly explained what her cryptic warning meant; a club was coming after her, but she didn’t know which club. I had half a mind to go out there with my guns blazing, warning them off my property unless they wanted legal consequences. Two things stopped me from doing something so foolish. Firstly, it would be one versus many, and secondly, getting the law involved risked Michelle.
How quickly life changed. A month ago, I wouldn’t have considered harboring a criminal for any reason, but that was before Michelle. Now, I wouldn’t put my girl’s freedom at risk.
My girl.
