Page 108 of Choosing Skyler

“Everything is healing beautifully, Brady. There’s no sign of infection or reinjury. I think you should be fine to fly back to Tennessee tomorrow but follow up with a doctor there in the next couple of days to check your progress. How’s your pain level?” the doctor asks, standing and removing his gloves after examining Brady’s scar.

“It’s been lower every day. I feel great,” he says, giving the doctor the fakest smile I’ve ever seen on his face, making me giggle.

The doctor looks at me and I shake my head. “He doesnotfeel great. He is doing better every day, but he still tires easily and is in pain if he’s up moving around for any length of time.” I tell him.

Brady grumbles at my honesty with his doctor.

“Well, all of that is expected,” the doctor says, turning back to Brady. “You should still not be lifting anything over ten to twelve pounds and no excessive activities. If you feel up to it, moving around and walking is good for you, but don’t overdo it.”

“What about sex?” Brady blurts out, making me blush.

“Brady!” I whisper-shout.

The doctor chuckles. “That’s not an uncommon question. Noexcessiveactivities, remember?”

“But…” Brady starts, but the doctor holds his hand up.

“I’m not a fool. I know that you will not listen just because I say no. So, I will break it down for you. Your internal muscles, veins and tissues still have quite a bit of healing to do. Excessive activities and lifting more than you should will prolong your recovery or even cause reinjury.

“That being said, pay attention to your body. It will let you know if you’re doing more than you should. That’s why you get tired and the pain flares. It’s your body telling you to slow down and take it easy.Ifyou can manage to stop when your body tells you to, you should be okay withsomeactivity. Walk but don’t run, move but don’t lift, and stop when you’re tired or in pain—regardless of the activity. Understand?” The doctor raises an eyebrow at Brady.

Brady nods enthusiastically. “I can manage that. I promise.”

The doctor turns to me. “You’ll make him listen?” he asks, and I feel the heat in my cheeks as I blush.

I nod and squeak out a “yes.” It’s all I can manage.

The doctor smiles. “Well, then, you should be good to go. Call our office when you have a follow-up appointment in Thorngrove, and we’ll send over all of your records to the new physician. Have a safe trip.”

“Thank you,” Brady and I both tell the doctor as Brady gently stands from the exam table.

I don’t know whether I’m regretting wearing the sundress I threw on in a hurry before leaving the house or thankful for it when Brady’s hand finds my thigh before we exit the parking garage. I try to squeeze my thighs together when his hand travels to the inside of my thigh, but I can’t do that and drive at the same time. I’m stuck… at his mercy… Just like he wants.

When I pull out into traffic, he leans over the center console to put his mouth to my ear, growling huskily. “It’s been too many days since I’ve watched you fly apart for me, Beautiful. I’ve been good, waiting for the doctor’s approval. Now that I have it, it’s your turn to be good. Open up for me.”

I whimper at the command in his growl and part my thighs as his hand runs higher under the hem of my dress.

“Good girl,” he says before biting the soft spot beneath my ear.

I moan as I tilt my head to give him better access. He bites down harder before groaning as his tongue eases the sting. He pulls back and settles into his seat with a chuckle when my foot faulters on the gas pedal. When I shoot a glare in his direction, he smirks.

“Attention on the road, Beautiful. We don’t want to cause an accident.” He chuckles again.

I can feel my stomach tightening with want and my panties growing wet as he continues to run his finger along the edge of them. He’s not the only one that’s missed our physical connection. It’s like a burning inferno inside of me waiting to erupt. I’m a panting mess by the time I pull onto the interstate and set the cruise control. As soon as I remove my foot from the gas pedal, Brady’s fingers slide inside my panties. He teases my entrance with the tip of his finger before rubbing the wetness around my clit, making me jerk and moan.

“Fuck, Skyler. You gonna come for me while driving on the interstate?” His voice is thick with arousal.

“Uh huh,” I whimper. Then, I cry out as he enters me fast with two fingers, expertly rubbing my g-spot and setting me off. “Oh, God… Brady!”

I grip the steering wheel, trying to concentrate on the road as my orgasm rips through me. Brady eases his fingers in and out gently, rubbing me through the aftershocks. When the spasms stop and I shudder, he pulls his fingers free and licks them clean, humming at the taste of my orgasm coating them.

Brady

Skyler manages to make it off the interstate and into our driveway with shaking legs. Honestly, I only intended on teasing her until we got home, but when she was so responsive, I couldn’t help myself… I had to see her fly. I wasn’t lying when I said it’s been too many days. The less pain I felt from my gunshot and surgery, the worse the ache became to be with her.

When Skyler puts the car in park, she looks over at me with a coy grin. “I guess we should get inside so I can return the favor.”

“Oh, no, Beautiful. Watching you wasexactlywhat I wanted,” I tell her with a smirk. Then, more earnestly I continue, “I needed to know that I can still take care of you, at least in some way.”

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