Page 107 of Who's Playing You
I’d never felt such protection from anyone before, and to be honest, I really loved feeling so cherished and revered. I felt like… I could breathe. That I could let my guard down because there was someone who was looking out for me.
With that thought, I let out a deep sigh. “I was at the hospital earlier…” I began but he cut me off. “Why?” he demanded. “Are you not well?”
I couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped my lips as he jumped out of bed, stark naked, his half hard dick jutting up into the air and bouncing with his erratic movement while the light bounced off his delicious piercings - my new favorite jewelry.
“Relax. Come here,” I implored him. “I’m fine.” But he eyed me skeptically.
“Tell me then, why were you there and why did it upset you? If you’re going to the hospital, I should be with you.”
“Boy, we’re feeling awfully caveman-y, aren’t we? Would you relax and come back to bed?”
“No, not until you tell me.”
I let out a deep sigh and rolled my eyes, I couldn’t help it. But I knew I felt comfortable enough to share my truth with him, and so, I sat up, my back leaning up against the headboard as I faced him. I pulled the sheet up higher on my chest in an effort to provide myself with some sort of armor.
“Sweetheart?”
My eyes snapped to his. “Yeah?”
“Don’t hide from me. That also means covering up. Those are my tits. I’d like to see them. But more than that, Ineedto know why you were at the hospital and why it upset you.”
“If you must know, I was there for a mammogram.” I said matter-of-factly.
“A mammo… wait, that’s like a boob test or exam or something, right?” He looked slightly confused with his eyebrows scrunched up, and his hands found his hips. But he was still on full display and his glorious cock was still ready for… something.
He, his dick that is, was actually quite distracting and made it hard to focus on telling him this very serious thing about me that no one knew about.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I began but he immediately said, “You’re too young to be getting one of those. So… why?” he looked flustered.
“I’ve been getting them since I was eighteen.”
“Why?” he lowered himself to the bed, sitting facing me, while his large hand grasped my thigh and his other covered my hand.
“Well, I have a family history of breast cancer. And so, there’s a real chance of me getting it too…”
He quickly cut me off, “Did they find something?! Is that why you were upset? Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone with you!”
I gave him a slight smile because his concern made me feel loved and it was such a foreign feeling to me, something I’d been missing for so long.
“Because no one knows. And I always go by myself,” I began.
“Not anymore you don’t! When’s your next appointment? I’m coming!” he declared. “Bu-but what did they say? Are you okay?” He asked the last part more calmly while his large hand cupped my cheek.
“Yeah, I’m okay Nicholas.” I told him honestly. “They found two cysts on my right breast, behind my nipple, but they’re fine. They’re normal.” I told him, while his eyes dropped down to look at said breasts. I had let the sheet fall a bit earlier, I mean, howcould I not after his declaration of what was his? Call it caveman behavior, but it did something for me.
“An-and what does that mean,” he half stammered. “It’s what? Normal to just have cysts? Do they hurt? Jesus, Scottie!” his whole face turned grave. “I literally devoured your breasts earlier! You should have told me. Did I hurt you? Did I hurtthem?”
I couldn’t help the grin on my face and my hand found his. “No, you didn’t hurt me or my boobs. You know I love what you do to them,” I said honestly.
“Thank fuck!” He let out on a relieved breath. “I fucking love your tits, baby. But more importantly, I’m so relieved you’re okay. But then… why were you crying? Did they say something else to you?”
“I don’t know…” I began and let out an exasperated breath. “Nicholas, you’re the only person in my life that knows. Well, I mean Earl knows - or knew - but he was never much concerned about it. Not really.”
“He’s an asshole, and he never deserved you. I hope you know that,” he replied instantly and fiercely.
I smiled at him in return, “Yes, I’m aware. Thank you.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” he quickly added. And as he said that I continued and shared with him how I’d lost my mom to breast cancer and that I’d been vigilant about being tested since I turned eighteen. And how it was just a very emotional thing for me.
