Possessive Doctor

Finally, she throws her head back, gorgeous hair spilling around her like rain. “Brent,” she moans and I feel her come. I drop between her legs and lick her clit as she comes, making her body flush and tense with pleasure.

I love her taste and lick my fingers clean when I’m done. She leans back on the couch, grinning like an idiot.

“Okay, I need to hold out on you more often,” she says.

“I could tell you needed a little release.” I kiss her lips and she returns it with a hunger. “Now, darling. We need to talk.”

I stand up straight and move away. She groans.

“No fair.”

“Yes, fair. I need to know what happened.”

She glares at me and puts her clothes on with some difficulty. “Look, I’m not doing this, okay? Just because… just because you can get me off, doesn’t mean you can know everything, okay?”

“I disagree with that premise,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t care.”

“Amber.”

“Brent.”

“Tell me. I can’t help you… I can’t protect you if I don’t know everything.”

“Your mother came to me, okay?” She turns away. I blink and frown. I can tell she’s angry. “God, way to ruin an orgasm, you asshole.”

“My mother?”

“Yes. Intense lady, real scary? She came to me when I was eating.” She limps over to the bed and sits down on the edge. I linger across the room and watch her.

“What did she say?” I ask.

“She doesn’t want me here.” She looks up. “She said you knew it, too. You didn’t tell me.”

I wince and look away. “I didn’t think it mattered if you knew.”

“Well, it does. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I thought—”

“This goes two ways, Brent.” She glares at me and I finally look back at her.

“I understand,” I say. “I’m trying to keep you safe. And part of that might mean having to keep certain things from you.”

“No,” she says. “That’s not how this is going to work.”

“Amber—”

“No.” She stares at me, real anger now. “Listen to me. Your mother doesn’t want me here, which means she can kick me out whenever she wants. Why she hasn’t yet, I don’t know. But I hate being here if she wants me gone.”

I clench my jaw. “I know. I’ll convince her. I’ll—”

“We need to do something.” She shakes her head. “We can’t just keep running.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment. I have to center myself, calm myself. I can feel my anger threatening to get away from me, and I can’t have that right now. I have to be centered and clearheaded if I’m going to think this through.

I know she’s right. She’s right that things aren’t good here. My mother wants her gone and that’s a problem. We’re only still here because she hasn’t decided to throw us out yet. As soon as she gives the word, those two security goons outside this door will come in, grab her, and throw her on the street. They might not do the same to me, but they know damn well I’ll go with her.

We have to do something. We can’t keep hiding. She’s fucking right about that, too.

“I’ll talk to your father.”

She stares at me. “What?”

“I’ll talk to him. I’ll offer him something.”

“What can you possibly offer him?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “But I’ll make an offer.”

“Brent—”

“You’re right.” I step toward her. “We have to do something. And your father is the problem right now. If we can work some deal out with him where you don’t have to marry anyone, we can get through this.”

“He won’t accept anything else. He wants that land.”

I cock my head slightly. “Right. He wants that land.”

“And to get it, he needs me to marry that boy. Damn it, Brent. I don’t know what you think you can do.”

I smile a little. “I’ll figure it out. First thing though, I have to get in touch with him.”

“That won’t be hard. He’s all over the internet.”

I walk over to her. She looks up at me as I kneel down in front of her and take her hands.

“Are you okay with this?”

“No,” she says. “Not at all. I don’t want him involved. I want him to disappear forever.”

“But he’s not going to.”

“No, he’s not. Unfortunately.”

“I’ll work it out. For now, we’ll lay low.”

“How long will we even have? Your mother’s not going to let us stay forever. She said something about my dad making… inquiries.”

I grunt at that. “I can only guess what that means.”

“It’s not good.”

“I’m sure.” I hold her hands tighter. “I promise, I’ll work on something.”

“Fine. Work on it.” She looks away. “I’m exhausted. I think I should take a nap or something. My leg’s killing me.”

“Yeah. Go ahead and do that. I’ll figure some things out.”

“Sure.” She lets go of my hands and climbs into bed. She curls up and I put the blankets over her.