Submitting to the Doctor (Cowboy Doms 7)

“Yes. I always do.”

“Exactly. Like me, coming from a big city, we automatically lock our homes, coming and going. Your door was not only unlocked when I arrived, but not even latched. We,” he nodded toward Grayson, “believe someone entered after you fell asleep.”

Remembering the indistinct odor she had caught the last two evenings upon entering the apartment and finding her computer on after she shut it down before leaving, she sank back down on the sofa wondering what they had been after. Shaking her head, she glanced from Mitchell to Grayson, confused. “I don’t have anything worth taking, except maybe the laptop, which was still there.”

“Why don’t you tell us about your ex, his name for starters?” Grayson insisted, a hard glint in his eyes.

“Brad?” Unable to help it, she scoffed at the idea. “Trust me, if he even bothered to go to the trouble of tracking down my whereabouts, he would confront me face to face. He was all about control.” She sent Mitchell a rueful grin. “A lot like you, but in a destructive way. Funny, he’s a well-established surgeon, his brother’s a cop.” Her eyes slid back to Grayson. “And now I find myself answering to another physician and cop. I gotta tell you, I don’t like it.”

“Too bad, and don’t compare us to them. We both saw the evidence of your ex’s destructive control,” Mitchell reminded her, not at all amused by her comparison.

“What’s his last name and I’ll judge whether he is worth checking up on. How long were you together and what was the catalyst that made you leave?” Grayson returned with cool insistence.

Lillian recoiled from saying anything else about her relationship with Brad. She averted her face from Grayson’s probing stare and Mitchell’s unwavering gaze, afraid they would see the shame she couldn’t shake since she didn’t regret willingly sharing Brad’s bed after he would hit her. She couldn’t bear to have them judge her, not any of these people who had welcomed her into their intimate group and friendly community. Brad’s threats to cause Liana pain if Lillian didn’t go along brought her more angst than letting him rut on top of her for ten minutes a few times. The sex with him before she broke off their initial relationship had been good, making it easier to tolerate his touch again without enjoying it.

“McCabe, and I’m not discussing our relationship. It wasn’t Brad, that’s all I’ll say.” She shivered again, unable to dispel the chills still racking her body. It was hard to wrap her

head around finding herself a victim of a crime here in this peaceful, small town after avoiding that fate living her entire life in the big city. “It must have been kids or a random attempt at theft, not realizing someone was occupying the space.”

Grayson cut his gray/green gaze to Mitchell, his shadowed jaw taut. “I’ll wait for the fire inspector’s report later this week.” His hard tone signaled he would return at that time to continue questioning her.

Pushing to her feet again, guilt over his damaged property prompted her to apologize even though she wasn’t at fault, and there was no way Brad was involved. “I’m sorry, Mitchell. I’ll pay…”

“Fuck that, Lillian,” Mitchell snapped out with an angry slice of his hand as he gave in to the urge to go to her. He never imagined anything could scare him as much as reading Abbie’s test results confirming stage four cancer until he’d seen smoke obscuring the window of the garage apartment. As he tore out of his house with his abdomen knotted into a painful twist of fear, one thought kept repeating itself; he couldn’t lose another woman he cared about. Now, after admitting and accepting that revelation, seeing Lillian turn away from their astute gazes, looking ashamed and refusing to answer their probing questions about her asshole ex, then hearing her apologize and offer to pay for some intruder’s careless destruction prompted him to act.

Surprise erased the guilt on her face as he gripped her arms and hauled her up against him. Instead of changing in a flash to irritation, which was her usual reaction when he pressed the control issue, her eyes went dark with arousal, an ache tightening her face as she leaned into him. Neither paid attention as Grayson walked out.

“Whatever is going on is not your fault. We will get to the bottom of it, but until then, it’s time for both of us to quit dancing around what’s going on between us.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he swooped down and covered those soft lips with his mouth, kissing a woman for the first time since Abbie. And damned if it didn’t feel right, regardless she was all wrong for him and he for her.

The blanket dropped to their feet as her low moan echoed from her mouth into his when she opened for him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the rigid nipples a sharp contrast to the plump softness cushioning his tense muscles. Exploring her mouth with tongue-stroking thoroughness, he slid his hands down and under the nightshirt to palm her buttocks, grinding his cock against her mound. Demanding need born of fear and frustration overrode any lingering doubts about going down this path with a woman he had thought unsuitable for his desires. As her arms squeezed his shoulders and one long, smooth leg wrapped around his thigh, it was obvious her current needy state burned as hot and fast as his. For now, that was enough.

Letting go of her right cheek, Mitchell gripped a fist full of Lillian’s deep red hair and tugged her head back as he released her mouth from the hard pressure of his possession. “Now,” he demanded. Spinning her around, he pushed against her shoulders, urging her to bend down to the couch. “Brace your hands on the seat.”

“Mitchell.” She groaned his name, swaying her hips as he shoved the silken top up and yanked down the black panties to bare her lily-white ass.

A hard swat left behind a bright red imprint and drew a shudder, but she didn’t move from the position. “That’s Sir, or Master Mitchell when I have you naked.”

She whipped her head around and gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “You’re doing it again.”

He cupped her damp pussy. “Want me to stop?”

“No way.” She huffed and turned back around, muttering, “Sir.”

Another smack reddened her opposite buttock. “That’s what I thought.” Fingering her wet pussy, he released his cock and sheathed himself, the urgency to take and possess riding him hard. Slick, swollen muscles clamped around his pumping finger, the rucked-up top giving him an enticing view of her dangling, hard-tipped breasts. Nudging her feet further apart with his foot, he stepped between her spread legs and replaced his finger with his shaft, sliding smoothly between her plump labia.

“Yes.”

Lillian’s breathy acceptance coincided with the tight clutch of wet vaginal walls around his cock, drawing him deeper inside her. Mitchell leaned over her back, reached around and filled his hands with her breasts as he said into her ear, “Fast and hard, pet. Brace yourself.”

As promised, or threatened, depending on how she took that warning, he tweaked her nipples, straightened and held her hips still for a deep, carnal fucking. Her grunts and heavy breathing matched his as he rammed into her quivering depths over and over, the spasming clutches of her pussy pulling his climax forward too soon but with irresistible force.

“Shit, Lillian,” he ground out as she splintered in orgasm around him with a cry and tight squeezes. She didn’t say anything, just shook her head as her elbows gave out and she lay facedown on her bent arms emitting softer mewls.

Mitchell saw stars as he exploded into the latex with faster, harder strokes, as if he couldn’t get enough. He hadn’t come that hard in years, and as Abbie’s image filled his head, he prayed she approved because there was no going back for him. Now, as his head cleared and he pulled out of her still gripping body, he had to figure out how to get Lillian on board.

“You’ll stay in my room, with me, while you’re here.”

Okay, I can do this, Lillian decided as Mitchell tossed her over his shoulder and carried her toward the back of the house. Calling him Sir hadn’t been difficult, not with her lust skyrocketing with that purposeful look on his face as he’d hauled her against his wide, warm chest, ridding her of the body-numbing cold. As soon as she’d come into contact with his body heat and his mouth, it had been so easy to give in to his control, let him take her over and not have to think, just feel.