Addicted

My father huffed, and Chloe moved back, sitting down beside me and taking my hand into hers.

"All you gotta do is bring a beautiful woman around, and this boy will do anything." He stood, and picked up his jacket. "I'll be back after a while. I know you guys need some time together."

"Thanks, Dad." I scooted over in the bed and patted the empty space beside me. "Get up here."

"You sure?" She glanced around, but started to work on getting her boots off. "Fuck, you scared me to death, Finn."

"Did I?" I wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled against my chest.

"Yes. I thought I was going to die if something happened to you." She glanced up at me before lifting up and kissing me softly a few more times.

"Don't do that. I've got long-term plans for you." I brushed her hair off her shoulders and glanced down at the covers below my waist. "Put a pillow over that. I don't want the doctor thinking a bone's protruding from my stomach."

She chuckled, and slid her hand down my erection before leaning in and kissing me again. I groaned against her warm mouth, my headache dissipating fast.

Someone clearing

their throat behind her caused us both to jump. She got off the bed, and ran her hands down the front of her shirt as the doctor laughed and moved up to the other side of me.

"Well, good to see certain parts of your anatomy are working." He pulled out my chart as heat rose up my chest and coated my cheeks.

"The important parts, or so my girl thinks." I glanced over at Chloe as her mouth dropped open.

"I do not."

"You don't?" I tilted my head to the side, somewhat saddened by her not sticking up for the important parts of me working.

"I mean I do, but..."

The doctor turned and smiled at her. "He's just messing with you. It's the concussion."

"Yeah. What he said." I laughed and turned my attention back to the doctor. "When can I get out of here?"

"Friday morning." He put the chart down and moved closer to me.

"What day is it now?"

"It's Wednesday." His fingers moved along my neck and around to the base of my skull. "This hurt?"

"No. It tickles." I turned my head a little so that I could see Chloe better. Her white wool dress fit her nicely, the belt in the middle accentuating her small waist and drawing my eyes to her breasts. I wanted to kick the doctor out and bring her back into the bed with me. My body might not be ready for another wild night, but my mind was – as were the important parts.

"You want me to come back later?" she asked and moved to the door.

"No. Fuck, no. Stay right there. He's almost done." I glanced over at the doctor and gave him a look.

"Yeah, I'm done. You look great." He patted my chest. "You're a lucky man. No snowboarding for six to eight weeks and promise that you'll never go up there after a fresh snow again. It's dangerous. You're proof of that for all of us."

I nodded. "Lesson learned. I promise."

He left, and I motioned for Chloe to come back.

"You need to rest," she whispered and crawled back up into my arms.

I slid my hand down her back and cupped her butt as I pressed my lips just under her ear. "I don't wanna rest."

"Well, you're going to." She kissed me softly all around my face, and moved to tuck her head under my chin as she relaxed against me. "Don't ever scare me like this again."

"You said that already, baby." I kissed the top of her head. "I promised you that I wouldn't, and I won't."