by Stacy Borel
“Answer the fucking question, Macie.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He cupped my sex, but didn’t touch my throbbing clit. He brought his mouth to my ear. “Yes, what?”
I started shaking in anticipation. Words wanted to form, but my voice betrayed me. I bit the inside of my cheek and brought my hips forward. I was demanding that he slide his fingers between the folds and give me pleasure.
He pulled back ever so slightly. “Give me what I want, or I walk out of this room right now.”
My tightly shut eyes flew open and I glared at him. “Yes, it’s yours. Every mother fucking drop is yours. You do this to me. You make me wet. I crave every part of you. I want anything you’ll give me. And I swear to God. if you don’t give me what you’re making me beg for, you will regret it for the rest of your long sorry life, Dodger Brooks.”
He grinned. “Music to my ears, Beautiful.”
With that, his long finger dipped inside of me and I cried out. He brought it in and out, coating himself with the slickness. Stopping the brutal pattern, he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit. I shook with such fierceness that I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that slammed into me. My nails bit into his arms and I held on as a wave of ecstasy bowled over me. He flicked his finger back and forth, over and over, causing my pleasure to extend. I shook my head back and forth.
“Dodger.”
Using two fingers this time, he pushed inside of me. As he pulled them out, he curled them upwards, brushing against that sweet spot inside. Oh Jesus, he was going make it happen again. Instead of fucking me with his fingers, he kept them deep inside of my pussy and he let those two fingers do all of the work.
“I want to feel your pussy pulsating.”
I nodded. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
He wiggled his fingers, causing that area to swell. I felt like I was going to pee everywhere, but I knew better. He was building up my orgasm before he’d draw it out of me. He pressed on my G-spot, then stopped, then he’d do it again like a brutal assault. It was growing like a wave starting way off shore. It built, my body was on a high. When his mouth latched on to my nipple, I lost all control. Blackness rolled across my eyes, and I was hardly aware of my surroundings. Just as the orgasm crested and I quaked, Dodger brought his fingers in and out of my opening in fast succession. Never in the time that I’d been with him before now, had he controlled me so thoroughly. He brought me over the edge of pure gratification, and he slowly brought me back down as the tremors rocked my body.
Gently, he kissed my lips. “You okay?”
I grunted.
“Can you speak?”
“Shhh. I can’t breathe think.”
He hovered over the top of me. “What?”
Waving my very limp arm around, I tried to repeat myself, knowing that last sentence didn’t come out right.
“I can’t breathe or think.”
“Oh.” He grinned proudly.
How did I get on my back, I wondered? I didn’t remember laying back. He must’ve done it while I was in the throes of passion. I popped an eye open and looked at him. He had his chest puffed out, but I noticed his cock was still straining in his pants. Honestly after all of that, how could he deny my reciprocating what he’d done to me? No way would he be able too. Wiggling my toes, I tested the movement of my legs. Nope, not numb. Pretty sure I could roll over and get on my knees. If I just straddled him, he would never toss a pregnant girl off his lap. Yes, this was the plan, and it would work.
“Are you plotting over there?” he asked.
I sat up, and swung my leg over his. “Nope. Not at all.”
His hands gripped my hips, holding them in place, as I purposefully rubbed myself against his length. I probably shouldn’t have because I was still sensitive.
“You are persistent.”
I raised a brow. “Would you expect anything less?”
“With you? No.”
I gave one head nod and began unzipping his pants. Shockingly he didn’t fight me. I was just about to pull his trapped cock from his briefs when his cell phone rang. I paused, then tried to continue.
“Wait, wait, wait. Not good timing, but I need to see who it is.”
“They can leave a message.”
“Not if it’s the patient I had just before I left. I told him he could call me if it was an emergency.”
I sighed. Weren’t there doctors for this kind of thing? What sort of physical therapy emergencies could there possibly be? A cramped hip? I climbed off him and watched as he dug it out of his pocket. He made a face at whatever was on his screen. I was busy pulling my underwear back up and putting the straps of my cami back on when he answered.
“Hello?”
I couldn’t hear who was on the other end, but I could hear it was a female. I continued to get dressed as I listened on.
“Why did you still go? I told you what would happen.” He closed his lips while the other person spoke. “Okay, that’s understandable, but I don’t know why you did it after everything you said today.”
This conversation was sparking my interest, despite the timer going off in the kitchen. Fuck the lasagna. I wanted to know who in the hell Dodger was talking to.
“Well, nothing is going to get done tonight. The best thing you can do is to stay home, and let him cool off. Maybe you both can be more reasonable tomorrow morning.”
Dodger looked at me, as I leaned my hip against our dresser. I turned my head slightly, letting him know I was curious what was going on. He shook his head no, but something seemed off. Whoever he was talking to, he didn’t want to deal with it, nor did he want to talk to me about it.
“Listen, I’ll talk to you later. Now is not the best time. Yeah, something like that. Mhmm, bye.”
When he ended the call, he knew I was waiting for him to speak. Why wouldn’t he look at me?
“Who was that?”
He kept his eyes down. “Dana.”
Every person I’ve ever come across has that one thing that could set them off. That one thing that makes you go from zero to one hundred really quick. We all had a hot button that made us see red. Dana contacting my boyfriend, again during his off hours, was mine. Had the light been on, Dodger would have taken notice that my face was likely getting red.
“What? I’m sorry did I hear you correctly?”
Dodger stood up from the bed and walked toward me. I raised my hand, telling him to stop in his tracks.
“Mace, come on. I didn’t know she would call.”
“So why is she?” I crossed my arms, feeling suddenly cold.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “She was telling me that her and her boyfriend had gotten into a pretty bad fight.”
I blinked. “Uh, okay. Two things: first, I had no clue the Hoe Bag had a boyfriend. Not sure who would want to hit that, but okay. Second, why would she feel that it’s okay to contact my boyfriend when apparently she has her own?”
“I think they’ve been having problems. She talked to me about it earlier today, and I gave her some advice. Guess she went against my advice and did what she wanted anyway, and it backfired.”
I guess I’ve went and gone stupid. This still wasn’t making sense. Or maybe it was and I couldn’t see past my own anger.
“Again, why is she calling you this late? And why does she think you even care?”
Dodger attempted to come forward and embrace me. Sorry Charlie, but the name Dana was a mood spoiler. Looks like he’d be rubbing out one on his own, ‘cause I certainly wasn’t going to. He was getting frustrated.
“Macie, I don’t know why she does half the things she does. But I’ll remind her tomorrow that she isn’t to call my cell phone unless it’s during office hours and I’m out.”
“Not good enough.”
“What do you mean, that’s not good enough? What more do you possibly want me to do?”
“Fire her.”
He flung his arms up in the arm and slapped them on h
is legs when they came down. “Jesus Christ, we’ve been over this. Her calling me isn’t grounds to be terminated. As much as I know you want her gone, it just isn’t. I will reprimand her tomorrow, and be explicitly clear when contact is appropriate. And if she does this again, I will consider talking to Camden about finding a replacement.”
“I can’t even believe we are having to have this argument in the first place. You do realize she that she made up a little spat with her imaginary boyfriend just to get your attention and to try and get you out of the house and running to her. Mark my words. There’s no boyfriend, Dodger. You really can’t be that dense.”
“And you can’t really have that much hate for someone that you think everything that comes out of their mouths is a lie.”
“Well, if it walks like a duck, and talks like a duck . . . it’s probably named Dana, and it’s a lie.”
He faked a laugh. “This jealousy is a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, I’m here, Macie. I’m living with you. I chose you a long fucking time ago. I’m not going anywhere. It could be Christy fucking Brinkley standing naked in front of me right now, and I wouldn’t care. When will that sink into your head?”
I knew he was right, but women were women. Dana was playing hardball, and she had her eye on her target. That was Dodger. Even if it cost her job, she wanted to take him away from me. I had no idea if that ultimate goal was because she didn’t want me to have him, or because she actually cared for him. And he was oblivious to it all.
“I know all of that, and yes, it matters to me. But you don’t get the games that women play to get what they want.”
“I seem to know your games.”
I barked out a laugh. “You haven’t got the slightest clue what I’m capable of.”
“Are you trying to scare me?”
“No, I’m trying to get you to wake up.”
He was exasperated. “The guy has been abusing her, okay? She was trying to leave him and she asked me for advice. I gave it to her. She got scared.”
I’d fucking scare her. Who needed a phony abusive boyfriend, when I would gladly do it. She wouldn’t even have to wine and dine me first.
“She hasn’t had a single bruise or black eye on her.”
“Dana said he hits where people can’t see and she can cover it up.”
“Riiiight. Either the man is a genius, or she is.”
“Okay enough, Macie. I get it. You don’t believe her. I let her confide in me and maybe that was too much for me to do. I’ll speak to her tomorrow. There will be no more phone calls.”
I couldn’t even discuss this further. He was like Stevie Wonder walking into a trap, and I could only sit back and watch and hope like hell his instincts would kick in to make this girl go. For the third time he walked up to me and I simply didn’t have the energy to ask him not to.
He rubbed my arms. “Did I hear the oven go off?”
“Yeah.” I was looking down.
“Come eat, babe. I’ll make your plate, and we can watch a movie or something on TV.”
I stepped to the side and moved to the door. “I think I’m going to take a bath.”
His hopeful expression dropped. “Macie . . . I know you’re hungry.”
I shook my head, needing to be by myself. “Actually, you know nothing.”
I turned and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door, and closing him out. Unbelievable. This was not how I saw my night going. I didn’t know what I was going to do if Dana pulled that again. If she was capable of lying about something like that, she could take it so much further than I had expected her to. Dodger wanted me to put faith in us and our relationship, but I don’t think I could, if it meant him trying to save a girl from a burning building that she lit the match to.
Chapter Eleven
SEVERAL WEEKS HAD PASSED. Dodger and I had argued a few times about Dana, and his “need” to help her. If she was being abused, which I highly doubted, he couldn’t stand the idea that a woman was being hit. Dodger had a few hot buttons that made him see red quickly and that was one of them. At the moment he and I were agreeing to disagree. I could barely force myself to step foot in the gym recently because if I saw her, I couldn’t promise him that I wouldn’t attack her myself. And I really didn’t want to put that kind of pressure and stress on Dodger when he was already tense about so many other things. Instead I made the conscious decision to stay away and trust that he would take care of it in his own way, but respecting me my own level of comfort.
I was relaxing on one of our new couches, in our newly renovated den. I’d been going room by room, decorating and painting, trying to make it exactly how I wanted it. For this room, I wanted it to scream pure relaxation. It was where Dodger and I would plop down and watch television, where the family would likely gather to spend each evening, and where I wanted it to be the least formal. The living room could be more for guests when people were over. I went with a warm gray for the walls, a pale colored couch, and candles were all over every flat surface in the room. Dodger demanded he have a sixty-inch television, which he mounted on the wall and made sure he subscribed to every sports channel known to man. I loved it in here so much that I constantly found myself napping on the comfortable sofa.
It was the beginning of a weekend and Dodger had come home later than normal. When he plopped down beside me and cozied himself up under my warm fuzzy blanket, I looked over at him.
“Long day?”
“The longest day.”
“Patients or the bitch at the counter?”
He shot me a look like don’t start. “Patients. I took on someone new today even though it went against my better judgement. It was another Vet that had partial amputation of his left leg. As much as I would love to help them, I simply don’t have the proper equipment. Plus, not all of them are getting psychological help on top of PT and it can be frustrating because they aren’t used to their prosthetics.”
I felt bad for him. “Well, maybe that’s something you should really look into then. That space next to the gym is still available for rent. We could ask the bank for a loan to help purchase the equipment that you need or what will get you through until insurance helps pay off enough that you can get more. It would be a win-win for everyone.”
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “If only it were that simple.”
“It doesn’t have to be so complicated.” I grabbed his hands and laced his fingers with mine giving them a squeeze. “Don’t stress about it. I can help you figure it out.”
He squeezed back. “We don’t have the money for that. The baby is coming in a couple of months, and last time I talked to the realtor about the space, the rent was higher than I’d like to pay.”
“Then you leave that up to me.”
He opened one eye. “Yeah? And how do you think you’ll convince him to give it to me for a better price.”
“Dodger Brooks, have you even met me? I’m a wheeler and dealer. I know how to strike a bargain. Besides, if they won’t come down, I’ll show him my boobs and that usually does the job.”
He chuckled. “Man, I wish I had boobs.”
I giggled. “They’re a great asset.”
We sat and watched TV together. It was some Housewives of Beverly Hills or some stupid mindless shit I’d put on as background noise so I could nap. I had two candles lit on the coffee table and the house smelled of pumpkin spice. Pizza was ordered and hopefully on its way. I was questioning whether I should have ordered a second pizza, because I was certain I would be downing a whole one and poor Dodger would either be stuck with left overs, or he’d need to go get another one for himself.
“Oh!”
Dodger’s eyes shot over to mine and I quickly detached my fingers from his and placed his hand flat on my stomach. The baby had been moving a ton lately, but he hadn’t yet had a chance to feel any of it. We both sat perfectly still. I even forgot to breathe. When I took a deep breath in, our son did some crazy acrobatics that had me grunting and Dodger nearl
y tearing up.
“Holy shit, did you feel that?”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Oh, right sorry.”
“Yeah, I think that was my kidney that just got sucker punched.”
“God, that has to feel amazing in there. How cool is that?”
I don’t think he just heard me say I got a right hook to a major organ.
“Um, well it feels like sunshine and roses and lollipops. In fact, it gives me the energy to want to find a field and frolic in it.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I hear you.” His hand shifted around desperately trying to feel our baby boy do it again.
“Here.” I used his fingers and pushed. “Sometimes, if you squish him around, he will kick.”
He gaped at me. “That’s a little mean, don’t you think?”
I genuinely laughed. “Dodger, he’s in his safe little bubble inside my stomach right now. Even if I got into a car wreck, he would still likely be safe, floating around like nothing happened.”
He tried pushing a little, tentatively at first, but then he gave more force. Our little man kicked him right where his fingers were. Dodger’s face lit up.
“He did it. Holy sh—, I mean crap he did it. Oh my god, he can probably hear me to can’t he? Maybe we shouldn’t curse so much. It can’t be good for him.” I shook my head. That wasn’t fucking happening. “Woo, high five little guy.” He used the tips of his index and middle finger to commend his son.
It really was endearing interaction to see. I wish I had my phone nearby so I could have recorded it, but instead I sat slouched back and soaked in every second. It was happening again. I was beyond a level of happiness I ever thought possible. Here I was in our home, sharing a special moment with a man that I never could have imagined up on my own, and a baby boy that was actively growing and making the other guy in my life smile. Things were so perfect I almost felt too scared to breathe too hard or my happiness bubble would burst.
