Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

Then he grabbed me and tickled me until I squealed like a child. I collapsed in laughter when he actually picked me up and carried me over his shoulder to the bed he-man style. He threw me down so that I bounced on the mattress, and then he lay on top of me, his arms on either side of my shoulders, his face directly above mine.

“Now, Ms. Bennet, I’m going to give you your just deserts.”

Of course, at that moment, Drake’s cell rang.

“Crap,” he said and closed his eyes. The tone was shrill and sounded different from the usual ring tone. “That’s the hospital. I have to answer.”

“I thought you said you traded shifts…”

“I did, but I still have patients in the hospital.”

He rolled off me and sat on the side of the bed, removing his cell from his pocket. I lay waiting, curious to hear what the problem was.

“Doctor Morgan,” he said and listened, his hand running through his hair. “Yes, yes, that’s right. Of course. Right away.” He shut off his cell and then turned to me, an expression of regret on his face. “A patient developed complications after surgery. I have to go.”

“I know,” I said and smiled, trying to be cheerful. “I understand.”

He lay down beside me and cradled my face with a hand. “I love you, sooo much.”

“I love you,” I said and closed my eyes when he kissed me. “Sooo much.”

“Hold that thought,” he said and squeezed one breast. “We’ll pick up where we left off when I get back home. This shouldn’t take too long. I’ll text you so that you know what to expect.”

“Okay,” I said and sighed dramatically -- playfully. “I’ll pine for you when you go, but I’ll wait.”

“Good,” he said. “Have a nice warm bath, and be waiting for me, naked in bed. You’ll be all nice and warm and I’ll be unable to resist ravishing you when I get back home.”

“Mmm, ravishing,” I murmured, my eyes closed.

Drake kissed me all over my face, then on my mouth.

Then I was alone on the bed.

I had to face the fact that Drake would be called away at all hours when he was on call. Interruptions would be part of our life together. I had to learn to adapt.

When it was time for bed, I did as Drake suggested and had a nice warm bath with plenty of bubbles. After, I brushed my teeth and crept naked into bed, my Kindle in hand so I could read while I waited for him to return.

By the time he returned, I’d fallen asleep and he was too tired to ravish me as he promised.

He did snuggle in after brushing his teeth and kissed my naked shoulder tenderly.

“Very difficult case,” he said and sighed. “I spent three hours in the OR trying to stabilize a trauma patient we operated on earlier in the day.” Then he yawned and pulled me tightly into his arms. “Sorry about this. My last shift is on Wednesday so I promise that for the eleven days after, I’m all yours. Every single inch.”

He turned my face and kissed me, and I could feel his lips curve in a smile when he pressed them against mine.

CHAPTER NINE

Drake

I received a response to my text from Derek Richardson the next morning.

Lisa Monroe? I haven’t seen her for over a year. Last I heard she was doing her internship at NYP. We parted company after she decided she was more of a switch than a true submissive. She spent far too much time topping from the bottom for my likes, but she’s very bright and ambitious. You did top her a couple of times a few years ago, if I recall. The first time was one of the first parties you attended. She went by the name Mia. You might remember her by that name.

I sat and pondered my response, a sense of dread settling over me that I had in fact topped her. I had little memory of it for I had been quite busy with my new submissives and topped a few women that night. We didn’t actually have sex, but I remember demonstrating rope bondage with one of Richardson’s subs, for I was just trying it out. The name Mia did sound familiar but in all honesty, I topped her not out of interest in her but in the interest of building up my reputation. The fact I had topped her twice and didn’t remember much told me all I needed to know about her. She was not memorable to me.

I hoped she wouldn’t become a problem, but I had a bad feeling that she was not going to let our mutual past be forgotten. In fact, I suspected she’d use it to her advantage. She was a switch?

That meant she could be happy topping or being topped.