Needing Him

by Kennedy Fox

  “Fuck, Emily,” I hiss, bringing my eyes down to watch her masterfully suck me off. I fist a hand in her hair and control her pace, knowing she’ll probably give me shit later for taking charge. “Stand up,” I order, releasing her head and helping her to her feet. “Turn around, baby.”

  Spinning around to where the bed frame is, I lower my eyes and admire her ass. She’s probably caught me on more than one occasion staring at it, but for a damn good reason. It’s a fucking fine ass.

  Unable to hold back, I slap a hand across her ass cheek, and her surprised gasp turns me on. “Let me be real clear, Dr. Bell.” I align my cock at her entrance as I whisper the words over her ear. My free hand wraps around her throat as the other fists my cock and pushes an inch inside her. “I’m the one in control here.” I push in another inch. “At work…” Another inch. “And inside you.” Another inch. “You undermine my orders again…” Another inch. I release her throat and bring my hand down her stomach and circle her clit. “And I’ll work your pussy so good until you’re begging for release, but—” I push my cock the rest of the way inside her tight cunt, and she moans at the way her pussy stretches around me. “I’ll stop.” My finger rubs her clit faster as I start thrusting in and out of her. “I’ll bring you right to the edge; you’ll be pleading for me to make you come, but until you learn to stop pushing my goddamn buttons, I’ll torture this sweet pussy instead.”

  I slide out of her as my fingers increase their pace on her clit, and she’s nearly gasping for air. Reaching behind her, she grasps my cock and strokes it. “Do we have a deal?”

  Her head falls back on my chest as she shakes it. “No?” I ask, amused.

  She arches her back and slides my cock back inside her. I give in, letting her take control but only for a moment. Gripping the plastic bed frame, she pushes her ass against my pelvis, and I squeeze her hips to increase the pace.

  “Is this what you needed?” I bend my body over hers until my lips are pressed against her ear. “My cock need to remind you who’s in control here?” I thrust deeper, earning a throaty moan in response.

  “Fuck off,” she hisses.

  “Tsk tsk,” I tease, pounding harder against her. She nearly falls onto the bed, but I wrap my arm around her waist and catch her. “I’m going to fuck that sassy attitude right out of you because I’ve had enough of your defiant mouth.”

  “I’m not a puppet you can control, Evan. I’m allowed to have my own opinions and suggestions, and they won’t always match yours. So fucking deal with it,” she says, clearly out of breath, but she doesn’t let that stop her from telling me off. Ironically, I find it fucking hot.

  “You can have your own opinions, but when I’m the one in charge, you will listen to my orders. That’s not up for discussion.”

  “We’ll see.”

  She has me so fucking riled up, I can’t take her defiance anymore. “You’re going to make me lose my goddamn mind, Emily.”

  Before she can respond, I kneel between her legs and spread her ass cheeks then move my mouth to her swollen pussy. Her knees buckle, and I hold her up as I sink my tongue deep inside her.

  “Oh my God…” she says, her legs shaking.

  I can’t take her like I want to, knowing the longer we’re in here, the more suspicious everyone will be, but I wasn’t about to let her go without tasting her again. I know she’s close when her pussy tightens against my tongue, but I don’t give her what she needs. Not yet.

  Standing back up, I cover her mouth with mine again, so she can taste how fucking good we are together. She releases a moan when I slide back into her and lift her leg, thrusting deep and hard.

  “Evan, please,” she begs as her arms wrap around my neck.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “I need to come. Please.”

  “Then you know what I need to hear,” I taunt, not feeling the least bit guilty keeping it from her.

  “That’s not fair,” she hisses, arching her hips and seeking relief.

  “Never said it was,” I remind her, pressing my lips to her neck and sucking. “How bad do you need it?”

  “Fuck you,” she seethes.

  I smile. “Better keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet, or we’re going to draw in an unwanted audience,” I caution, raising her leg up even higher so I can fill her deeper. Her pussy is aching for it, I can feel it, which means I’m closer to getting what I want.

  “Please, please, please,” she whimpers, and I love hearing her desperate moans. God, she’s so gorgeous when she’s like this—vulnerable and eager for release.

  “Say it, Emily,” I demand roughly, running a hand down to her clit and softly brushing the pad of my thumb against it, just enough to drive her wild. “I’m about to come, baby, so if you want me to send you over the edge, you better—”

  “Fine!” She groans, tossing her head back as she seeks out her pleasure.

  “Fine, what?” I growl, my patience growing thin because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off. I’m about to fucking burst.

  “When you’re in charge…” I increase my pace, hitting her deeper.

  “Keep going,” I encourage, knowing she’s getting close because her walls tighten around me.

  Grinding her teeth, she fights to hold back her moans and bites down on her bottom lip. I know she’s almost there, so I make an abrupt stop, and her eyelids fly open in shock.

  “I’m about to come all over your perky tits if you don’t finish your sentence,” I say, palming my cock in my hand and pumping. “I’m so goddamn close, Emily.” I’m provoking her, and I know it, but I’m a man of my word. If I don’t show her who’s in charge now, she’ll never take me seriously in or out of work.

  I can almost see the steam blowing out of her ears when she realizes I’m not going to finish her off until she says what I need to hear.

  “I hate you,” she mutters, shooting daggers at me through narrowed eyes. “I can finish myself off anyway.”

  “Good,” I reply immediately. I slowly pump my cock as I step into her space, pinning her eyes to mine as she backs up to the wall. “But you and I both know it won’t be as good as coming from me.”

  Her lips tremble as our eyes remain locked. She’s contemplating her words carefully, but nothing she says will push me away. I know she needs the release as badly as I do, and I’m not leaving this room until she admits it.

  I place my palm flat against the wall next to her ear and dip my head until our lips are nearly touching. She’s breathing heavily as she anticipates my next move, waiting. Arching my hips up, I brush the tip of my cock against her pussy and smack it against her clit over and over. When she releases a moan, I press my mouth to hers and capture it. She digs her nails into my arms and wraps a leg around my waist, desperate for her release.

  Sliding my cock down to her entrance, I push in just slightly, and she groans angrily when I don’t go all the way in. I nip at her ear, grazing my teeth along her neck as I tease her pussy.

  “When I’m in charge, you listen to my orders. Got it?” I ask, my tone deep and deliberate. This is her last chance to answer my question, and she knows it.

  “Yes,” she finally responds, arching her hips and seeking my cock.

  “That’s my girl.” I smile victoriously against her lips. It was a dick move, I know, but I never said I played by the rules anyway.

  “Now,” she begs her voice soft and pleading. “Please, Evan.”

  “Hang on, baby.” She tightens her hold around my neck as I plunge fast and deep inside her. Gripping her hips, I increase the pace and fuck her with everything I have. She struggles to stay silent, so I press my mouth to hers and inhale every one of her throaty moans as she comes hard and long on my cock. “Fuck,” I curse, feeling her pussy tighten around me like a vise grip. I’m only seconds behind her, so I quickly pull out and come on her stomach.

  All that can be heard is our heavy breathing, and now that we’ve both come down from our highs, I notice the hes
itation in her eyes as we stand naked and sated. When I pulled her aside, I had no intention of this happening, but I can’t say I regret it either. Emily gets under my skin like no other, and until we can learn to respectively work together, we’ll have to fuck each other out of our systems first. That’s the only solution I can think of right now, especially since all the blood has rushed out of my brain.

  Emily’s the first to move as she scrambles around the room for her clothes. My undershirt is near my feet, and I hand it to her, so she can clean up. I pull my scrub bottoms up and throw my top on as quickly as I can. We can’t walk out of here at the same time, looking guilty like we just did some seriously hot fucking. She’s standing in her bra when I look down and see the thin lace panties she was wearing. Instead of handing them over, I scoop them up and shove them into my pocket.

  “I’m going to walk out first, so it doesn’t look—”

  “Yeah, good idea,” she interrupts without looking up at me.

  I decide it’s best to leave before things get awkward. We still have a few hours left of our shift, and I won’t let what just happened affect my work or my team.

  “Toss the shirt when you’re done,” I say since I definitely don’t want to carry that around. Taking a quick glance at her before leaving, I open the door and walk out, her panties securely tucked in my pocket. I smile, knowing she’s going to be freaking out any second—the same way I did the morning she left me with no fucking clothes.

  Chapter Fourteen

  EMILY

  My shoulders relax, and I exhale as soon as the door closes behind Evan. Oh my God, what just happened? Better yet, what did I just do?

  I caved.

  Fuck me. I caved, and now he thinks he’s in control and God’s gift to the world.

  Fucking great.

  I won’t let him manipulate me with sex. He must not be that smart if he thinks that’s actually going to work. I said those things in the heat of the moment and because I really needed to fucking come, but that doesn’t mean I meant it. Hell, I would’ve told him the sky was purple if that meant he’d give me what I needed.

  Regardless, that was really damn hot. The way I yelled at him, and he yelled back, and then we just attacked each other. Every moment of our first night together has replayed in my head since it happened, but now… angry Evan is the one who will haunt me in my dreams. Angry Evan is hot and demanding and knows just how to tease the fuck out of me. I almost hate him for it. Except I could never hate a man who knows how to worship my body like he does.

  But God, does he really have to be such a controlling asshole?

  I scoop my scrubs and shoes off the floor and adjust my just-fucked hair. Once my top is on, I search for my panties. When I don’t find them on the floor, I shake out my scrub bottoms, but they aren’t there either. What the fuck?

  Panic starts to surface at the realization that I lost my damn panties. Shit, shit, shit.

  My pager beeps, and it’s painfully obvious I’m going to have to put my pants on without them. Quickly, I finish getting dressed and push my shoes on before grabbing my lab coat and the soiled shirt and flying out the door.

  I throw Evan’s shirt in the trash before anyone can see me and ask questions.

  Rushing to the nurses’ station for an update, I look around but don’t see any commotion or people scrambling like normal. “What’s going on? You paged me?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

  Fiona looks at me like I’ve gone crazy. She swallows and lowers her eyes before bringing them back up to look at me. She witnessed the heated argument back in the trauma room, and now she looks uncomfortable as hell. “Dr. Bishop asked me to page you. He wanted me to tell you that your break is over and to get back to work.” I can tell she’s uneasy delivering the news, but that doesn’t stop the anger from brewing inside me.

  The vein in my forehead is about to burst, but I remind myself to play it cool. For all they knew, Evan sent me on the break to calm down, and now I’m the one looking like a slacker.

  “Okay. Thanks.” I pinch my lips together to prevent any further words from spewing out of me. No one can know that Evan and I are…whatever the hell we are. Considering I came to this hospital to make a name for myself all on my own, the last thing I need is people thinking I sleep my way to the top.

  Crap.

  “Dr. Bell,” Evan barks from the other side of the room. He’s holding a pile of charts in his hands that are no doubt from the huge fire incident that just unfolded.

  Taking a deep breath, I put my lab coat on and dig my stethoscope from the pocket and wrap it around my neck. We have to act impartially to each other publicly, but hell, I didn’t realize how hard it’d be now that we’re together.

  “Yes, Dr. Bishop?”

  He doesn’t even look up at me when I approach him, and I hate that it irritates me.

  “I need you on beds seven through fifteen until the next shift rotation, then finish these charts before you leave.” His head tilts up, his lips in a firm line as he piles the stack in my arms. “I also need an update on the Brauer kids once an hour.”

  Swallowing, I adjust the charts in my arms to prevent them from falling. I won’t let my pride get in the way of doing my job, and if charts are what I need to do right now, then I won’t make a scene. At least not in front of everyone. However, once we’re alone, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind for treating me like a damn intern again.

  “Absolutely. Anything else, sir?” My tone is laced with fake sweetness, and he doesn’t flinch a beat at it.

  “Yes, actually.” He takes a step forward and dips his head until his mouth hovers over my ear. “Make sure those charts are done correctly before you leave. I’ll be looking through them extensively.”

  “Of course.” I grind my teeth, wishing I could give him a piece of my mind right now.

  “And since I know you’re going commando, I won’t ask you to perform any oral procedures.” He winks before walking away, making my blood boil.

  That asshole stole my panties!

  By the time my shift ends, my annoyance with Evan has only grown. Charting is an easy job compared to some of the grunt work I could be doing but recalling the argument we had about Mr. Bauer with the other two doctors and how this is my punishment for that causes my rage to resurface. I may not have worked in a trauma hospital for the past five-plus years like Evan, but the jerk wouldn’t even consider my suggestion even after giving thorough reasons why they should.

  After I change and walk to the parking lot, I get in my car. I keep replaying the roller coaster of a day over in my head as I head home. I’m cursing and muttering to myself while driving when I realize the car behind me has made the same turns I have since leaving the hospital parking lot. Normally I wouldn’t think much of it, but since finding those tulips on my windshield this morning, I’m more on edge about what they could mean.

  Deciding to call Kiera, I reach for my phone, and she answers almost immediately after hitting her name.

  “Are you sure?” she asks after I tell her I think Richard is following me. I explain the flowers and how the car is continuing to switch lanes every time I do. I’m trying to not be paranoid, but my racing heart has me mildly freaking out.

  “I can’t see the face because the visor is down, but I’m almost positive it’s him. It can’t just be a coincidence,” I tell her, eyeing my mirror and squinting. “He’s driving just far enough away that I can’t read his plates, but close enough for me to notice I’ve been followed the past fifteen minutes.”

  “You need to call the cops, Em. He’s violating the restraining order.” I hear the concern in her voice and wonder if she’s right.

  “As soon as he sees the lights, he’ll bail.”

  “Isn’t that the point?”

  “Well yes, but I also want to know what he wants.”

  “That’s dangerous, Em. He’s dangerous,” she reminds me, though she doesn’t need to because I remember the events clear as day.


  “If I scare him off with the cops, he’ll know I know it’s him, and what if that just pisses him off even more? Who knows what he’ll do next.”

  “And if there’s no paper trail of him harassing you again, he gets away with it.”

  Ugh. I chew my lower lip, keeping an eye on his car as I contemplate what to do.

  “You aren’t driving home, are you?”

  “Well, yeah. That was my plan, but shit, I can’t now.”

  “He’s probably following you, so he can find out where you live.” Her rushed tone sends a panic wave through me.

  “Fuck. I didn’t think about that. How did he even find out where I work now?”

  “Because he’s a psycho!”

  “He suffers from PTSD,” I explain, although that’s no excuse for his actions. “And grief.”

  “Call it what you want but do not go home. Can you park somewhere public and see if he drives away?”

  “I’m already on the country road. It’s only two lanes, and the shoulders aren’t very wide. There isn’t anywhere for me to go. It looks like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre out here.” I start to panic, wondering what the hell I’m going to do now that the city lights are behind me. It’s already dark, which means I won’t be able to see my surroundings as well.

  “What about Evan?” she asks.

  “What about him?”

  “Did he get off work the same time as you?”

  “Yeah, I think he was leaving shortly after me.”

  “He lives about thirty minutes from the hospital and can tell you where to drive to until he can meet you.”

  “Fuck.” I release a deep breath.

  “If you call him now, he can give you directions to his house or a gas station or something.” Even though I’ve been out here for a few weeks, I don’t know any of the backroads or the surrounding small towns. Kiera drove us to the wedding, so I didn’t pay attention to our surroundings, and I only drive to work and back.

  “Okay, let me see if he even picks up my call.” I roll my eyes, hating that I’m about to ask him for help.