Page 8 of Sweet Torture

Dr. Hall puts his arm around Ashlyn and squeezes her shoulder. “I’m afraid we need to keep this one around.” What the fuck is that about? He needs to take his hands off her right now.

“Any concerns or questions for me?”

Plenty but none to do with my surgery. “No.”

“All right then. I’ll write discharge orders and Shep will get you out of here as quickly as possible.” Shep?

Ashlyn has taken on her nursing demeanor again. “I’ll come back to discharge you out of here as soon as Dr. Hall is finished writing orders.”

No way I’m leaving here without some answers. “Can you stay and help me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll leave the discharge orders at the nursing station for you.”

“Yes, sir.” Ashlyn elevates the head of the bed and lowers the side rail. “Sit on the side with your feet on the floor before trying to stand.”

I turn and my legs brush hers. “What the fuck was all that?”

Her head tilts to the side and her eyes narrow. “What was what?”

Her disgruntled expression tells me she knows exactly what I’m talking about. And she doesn’t appreciate being questioned about it. “Him putting his hands on you?”

“I don’t owe you any kind of explanation.”

“Are you fucking around with him?” It looked to me like that wasn’t the first time he put his hands on her. In fact, he looked damn comfortable doing it.

“Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?”

“I feel pissed off.”

“Owen, I haven’t seen you in five years. You don’t get to be pissed off because some other man touches me.”

Boy, is she ever wrong. “You think that because you’ve yet to see things for what they are.”

“How are things exactly?”

I know it’s irrational to roll into her life and two hours later expect her to understand and accept that she is mine. But it is what it is. She is mine whether she realizes it or not. “I’m the only one who touches you. No one else.”

She laughs but I’m not joking. “Do you have any idea how overbearing and bossy and controlling that sounds?”

“I damn sure do. And I mean every word.” She’s so tiny we’re almost face-to-face as I sit on the side of the bed. “You are mine, Ashlyn.” I push my hand between her legs. “And your pussy is mine.” All I need is a little healing time and I’ll show her how possessive I am of it.

She shoves at my hand with a little more effort this time. “Owen, not again.”

“Because you don’t want me to or because you’re afraid someone will walk in?”

She ignores my question. “Do you feel like standing?”

I feel like doing a lot more than standing. “I’m fine.”

“OK but take it slow. Sometimes you think you’re all right until you stand.” I slowly rise. I’m steady as a rock but I don’t forgo the opportunity to put my hand on Ashlyn’s arm just so I can touch her. “You’re all right to walk?”

“All good.”

She loops her arm through mine and walks beside me but stops at the bathroom door. “Still in good shape?”

If I say yes she’s going to tell me to go by myself. “Maybe a little woozy now.”

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