Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said finally, pouting. “For lunch.”

I shook my head. “No can do,” I said and went to the stairs. “Busy.”

“No, you’re not,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “I checked your schedule. You’re not scheduled for any OR time or office hours in the clinic. I even talked to Dave and he said you weren’t coming over to the foundation. So you’re free and you are taking me to lunch.”

The fact she was actively admitting to stalking me alarmed me but I wanted to get out of the building. I shook my head. “I have to go.”

I took the stairs and felt her eyes on me, the hairs prickling on the back of my neck as if I were in danger.

I started to rethink my decision to stay in the fellowship program, but there were only eleven weeks left and I didn’t want to miss out on the entire year due to her.

She wasn’t going to ruin my life.

“How was your happy hour with the residents?” Kate asked as she helped me with my coat, leaning in to kiss me once it was off.

I removed my boots and watched her hang my coat up. “It was fun. Except for Lisa, I enjoyed myself.”

She exhaled and rolled her eyes. “What did she do now?”

“She made me come back to her apartment and help her install her new plasma flat screen television. I tried to say no, but she said she had no one else who could help her lift it.”

“Did she accost you? Offer her wares?”

“Yes, sadly,” I said and watched as a brief flash of darkness crossed Kate’s usually serene face. I took her hand. “She wanted me to do a bondage scene with her. No sex; just rope bondage but I politely declined her offer. As soon as I could, I was out of there like a bat out of hell.”

She tried to smile but I saw her lip quiver. “Did she actually touch you?”

I squeezed her hand and pulled her into my arms. “Briefly. But I pushed her away. It’s crazy, but one moment she’s all hot and bothered and the next she acted as if it didn’t even happen.” I shook my head, amazed at how quickly Lisa was back to her old self, acting as if the awkward rejection hadn’t taken place.

“She’s nuts,” Kate said and slipped her arms around my neck. “I think I may need you to fuck me so I know you’re mine,” she said, her voice breathy.

“I think I need to fuck you to wipe the memory of her out of my consciousness.”

We kissed and then we fucked. I needed Kate's body to wipe away the very uncomfortable memories of Lisa trying to seduce me.

When we were done, we lay together on the bed, our bodies spooned against each other. I loved to lie with her like that, my hand around her waist, caressing her belly. I’d feel the occasional movement from Sophia under my hand and Kate and I would oooh and ahhh.

“She’s going to be an active little critter,” I murmured against the skin on Kate’s shoulder, kissing the spot where I gently bit her while we fucked. I rolled Kate over onto her back and lay beside her, my face over her belly. I kissed the flesh over her navel, and spoke to Sophia.

“You be nice to your momma,” I said with a mock-scolding voice. “No elbows in the liver or kidneys, no standing on her bladder, do you hear?” I kissed her belly again, all over, until I was on my knees over top of Kate, my face over hers, knees spread, hands beside her shoulders.

Kate giggled and I glanced down to see her smiling face, her cheeks pink from sex, the sex flush mottling on her neck and chest starting to fade. In that moment, with her naked beneath me, her belly swelling, her eyes doe-like and warm with love, I thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

I couldn’t imagine how lucky I was, and how one fateful misstep at the bathroom in a pub would make me the happiest man in the world.

After cleaning up, Kate took my hand and led me into the kitchen. On the island was a small candelabra with two place settings, a huge bowl of pasta, salad and some fresh bread. My stomach grumbled at the aroma of the pasta primavera.

“Looks fabulous,” I said and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her warmly, and then pulled back. “You were feeling well enough to cook?”

“Yes, I was,” she said with a smile. “My stomach actually growled with hunger when I smelled the sauce. It feels wonderful.”

We kissed again and then sat down at the island to eat our meal.

“I do have something to tell you, though,” I said and twirled my pasta on my fork, wondering how to frame my lunch date with Lisa.

“That doesn’t sound good,” she said and watched me. “Tell me.”

“She told me I was taking her out for lunch tomorrow. When I tried to come up with an excuse on the fly, she had already checked my schedule at the hospital and at the Foundation.” I made a face of exasperation and waited for her response. Would she be angry? Jealous? Long suffering?