“Quick. Quick. Wake up.”
Quick knew exactly who that timid voice belonged to. He wanted to pretend he was still asleep but his arm had started to ache the longer he laid there. He had no clue when he’d fallen asleep, but he was still exhausted.
“Quick. Open your eyes. It’s Cayson… Dr. Chauncey.”
He finally pried his eyes open and sure enough, there he was—the star of Quick’s erotic dreams—staring down at him through those beautiful baby blues. “Quick, what happened?” The doctor was looking at the small file that had been placed at the foot of his stretcher. The man’s eyes widened and Quick had a hard time taking his eyes off the doctor.
“You were shot!” Dr. Chauncey yelled, and a few of the staff stopped their hustling to turn and look in their direction.
“Tell everyone, Doc.” Quick smiled.
“Sorry.” Dr. Chauncey bit his bottom lip, embarrassed, and Quick wanted to pull that abused piece of flesh into his own mouth and lick the sting away. Suck it until the doctor moaned for him to never stop. “Are you in pain?”
“Nope,” Quick lied.
“Mmm hmm. I forgot you’re a real tough guy. This big gash in your arm doesn’t hurt a bit, huh?” Dr. Chauncey rolled his eyes. He looked at Quick for a few seconds like he was trying to determine the best thing to say next. Quick watched him tug at the collar of his gray sweater like it was choking him. When Dr. Chauncey finally cleared his throat and said his piece, Quick was beyond relieved. “I can take care of it for you if you don’t mind. But I understand if you prefer another doctor.”
Quick grinned and winked at the sweet doctor. “I don’t mind at all.” Quick was so tired when he came in that he didn’t think about the possibility he’d run into the doctor down in the ER but it appeared he was one of the extra doctors called down to help. Quick gave the man one of his most charming smiles, disregarding his arm burning like a zillion bees had stung him. He wanted to show the man he wasn’t the big jerk he’d encountered at his house. It was just a bad day. Everyone was entitled to a few of those.
Dr. Chauncey wasn’t able to hide his surprise. “Okay. I can be professional, Quick. Come on into room six, and I’ll fix you up in there.”
Quick followed the doctor into one of the private rooms and closed the door. When they were alone, Quick realized how much height he had over the doctor. That alone turned him on. When he stood in front of the bed in the room, Quick looked down at the doctor, standing extra close to him. “You can call me Roman.”
Dr. Chauncey looked at Quick like he’d lost his mind. “I can?” he said wistfully.
“Yes, you can,” Quick mumbled softly. His deep voice still overpowering in the small room.
“Okay Roman.” Dr. Chauncey’s face was slightly pink, his pretty cheeks flushed with excitement. Quick could see it as clear as day. It was amazing. Even though he felt the throbbing in his arm, he couldn’t have been happier. Dr. Cayson Chauncey was right in front of him. Helping him, caring for him. Quick’s chest expanded with relief. He’d been beating himself up for weeks over how he’d treated the doc. All because the man had caused feelings to stir inside himself that he hadn’t felt in entirely too long.
But he had a second chance to apologize to the doc and a chance to maybe do other things. Quick had made a promise and he was going to honor that promise… right now.
The End.
Part Two to be cont….
Quick still has to follow through with his promise next….
Bonus Scene …. Keep reading!!
Duke made fast work of completing Aaron’s paperwork. By the time they’d finished with intake and booking, Aaron’s big ass was crying like a punk bitch. Begging not to be taken back to jail. Those must have been some damn powerful drugs the man took if they turned you from a whiny ass girl to a heartless thug with the capacity to kill. Knowing Aaron was that distraught only made Duke want to celebrate harder. All those weeks of hell he had to go through, including the suffering of the love of his life, he would admit he was enjoying a small bit of consolation. He’d gone back to his office to get a few files together for the new employees he had coming in on Monday and to prioritize some outstanding cases.
By the time Duke go home, it was after the dusk. He opened the door to his condo and noticed how dim it was inside. He could smell food and under the delicious aroma was the smell of vanilla candles. Duke put down the dozen roses he had in his hand and went to pull off his coat. His smile was stretching across his face as he called for his lover.