Possessive Doctor

I watch her go. “Sister, huh?”

“Yep. My siblings are all good people.” He puts an arm around me. “It’s the rest of them you have to be careful of.”

“Rest of who?”

“My family.” He hesitates. “I checked with the staff. My parents are here, along with my Uncle Ron, my Aunt Louise, and two of their kids, Collin and Hannah. They’re kind of fucking awful.”

“Someone yelled at me in French,” I say.

He laughs. “That was Dorian. He’s a dick but an incredible chef.”

I look up into his handsome face. The light swirls in through the windows and butterflies land on the bushes outside. Flowers are blooming, turning their hungry faces up to the golden light, and the smell of honey blows in through an open window.

“Where the hell are we?” I ask him.

He laughs and squeezes my hand. “This is Lofthouse Manor. And it’ll only get weirder. Come on, let’s get settled.”

He helps me along. We end up at a staircase. He looks at it, looks at me, shrugs, and scoops me up.

“We gotta stop doing this,” I grumble.

“Faster than waiting for you to gimp your way up.”

“Aren’t you a doctor? Shouldn’t you be a little more… kind about it?”

“Probably.”

He carries me up the steps to the third floor and puts me down. We walk down the hall and to a door with a large antique key in it. He turns the key and we step inside.

The room is huge and airy. The bed is enormous, four posts, gauzy white lace hanging down around it like the most beautiful mosquito netting. There’s a little sitting area, a fireplace, a bar, a closet, and a bathroom.

“You can have the bed,” he says. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Why are we staying in the same room?”

“Easier,” he says. “And safer. I want to be able to make sure you’re okay.”

“Right, uh, but we’re at your house now. My dad’s not going to get us here.”

He nods slowly. “Right. But your father isn’t my only concern.”

“Brent. Why do you keep talking like your family is dangerous?”

He shifts a little, clearly uncomfortable. “They’re not… dangerous. But they also are. I’m sorry, I know I’m not doing a good job explaining.”

“Your sister said you’ve never brought someone home before.”

He stares at me. “That’s true.”

“So why now?”

“You need me.” He steps closer. “And I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“You don’t owe me—”

“You keep saying that,” he interrupts. He steps closer and bends down to kiss me. The kiss lasts a long moment. “But I keep ignoring you.”

We break apart when there’s a knock at the door. He walks over to it and opens it up. Archie stands there with our bags.

“Come on in,” Brent says.

I look away, my cheeks flushed from the kiss.

Archie puts the bags down next to the bed.

“Your parents would like to see the two of you for dinner,” Archie says. “Your uncle and your aunt will also be there.”

“Wonderful.” Brent looks at me. “So it begins.”

Archie manages a smile before slipping back out and closing the door behind him.

“It’s just dinner,” I say.

“Oh, yes. Just dinner.” He sits down on a couch heavily. “Grab a shower if you want. Or take a nap.” He kicks his feet up and closes his eyes. “I’m going to rest a little bit. Long drive today.”

I nod and linger for a second before drifting into the beautiful bathroom. I turn on the water in the shower, sit on the edge of the ornate tub, and I cry.

I don’t know why I do it. I don’t know why the tears come.

But I’m in a strange place with strangers all around me, running away from my rich father that wants to marry me off in some weird political deal.

It’s so much. I’ve been keeping it at bay for a while now, but it’s just so much.

Eventually, I get myself under control. I close my eyes and think about Brent… about his hands on my body. His mouth between my legs.

He told me not to forget how he can make me feel, and I won’t.

I’ll hold on to that right now, because I don’t know what else I can do.10BrentWhen I wake up, Amber is just getting out of the shower. Her hair’s dripping wet and she’s wrapped in only a towel. I stare at her for a long moment, tempted to get up and rip that goddamn towel off her body, but I stop myself.

She notices me staring and goes still. “You’re awake,” she says.

“You’re almost naked.”

“Almost. Not quite.”

I stare at her for a second. “Get dressed. Wear something nice.”

“Something—” She starts then stops herself. “Don’t be an asshole and tell me what to wear.”

I stand. “That’s not what I meant. My parents are extremely judgmental. You can wear whatever the fuck you want, but be aware of that.”

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. It takes all my willpower not to go back out there and rip that towel off. Ever since I tasted her in the truck, I want to go out there and take her all the way. I want to sink my cock deep between her legs and make her body shiver. I want to kiss her, run my fingers down her spine, lick her nipples until they stiffen under my tongue.