Page 80 of Rescuing Dr. Marian
“I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
I folded my arms over my chest. “First, you can explain why you care so little about my feelings. It’s one thing to want to keep things casual, Foster, and a completely different thing to deliberately not give a shit about the person you’re being casual with.”
His expression was pained. “I do care. I care too fucking much, that’s the problem. And the only way this works is if I keep those feelings to myself.” He stopped and blew out a breath, threading the fingers of both hands together over hisball cap. “But you’re right. I wasn’t even being a good friend, and I’m sorry.”
Foster’s confession shocked me. I’d suspected he had serious feelings for me,hopedhe did, but he’d never admitted it out loud. I’d only sensed it in the way he touched me. The way he cared for me when I was in need of comfort or reassurance. The way he’d practically attacked me when I’d returned from California.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” he asked again.
I teetered between two paths. One of them would include forcing him to talk about his feelings, get them out in the open so we could try and figure out a way to be together despite seemingly impossible odds.
The other was to admit the truth to myself. That he was right to keep his feelings to himself. Because there really wasn’t a clean solution to this, and he’d made it very clear from the beginning he wasn’t interested in a messy one.
The fact was, I’d nailed my Stanford interviews. More than that, I’d loved it there. The people were amazing, the opportunity was top-notch, and the proximity to my family couldn’t be beat. I’d grown up only thirty minutes away in Hillsborough. My parents and grandparents still lived there, and several of my high school friends had remained in the area. Accepting a job there would be a no-brainer…
And it was no place at all for a Wyoming sheriff who belonged under this big sky, breathing clean mountain air and remaining king of his castle.
“You can fuck me,” I said, sticking out my chin. “Right here and right now.”
I might as well have waved a red cape in front of an angry bull. His eyes narrowed as he assessed me for a beat.
Then he began stalking closer. “Yeah? Right here where anyone could see us? Seeyou, ass out for any random hiker who comes along?”
My chest heaved as the air got thinner. “If not you, then I really will have to grab a random hiker.”
His jaw ticked. “Like hell you will. Open your pants, Doc.”
I looked around, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. “Or maybe?—”
“Pants. Off.”
After dropping my pack, my hands went to my belt, flicking it open as quickly as possible and fumbling for the button and zipper. Foster rifled through my pack until he found what he was looking for: a single packet of medical lubricant.Score.
I shot him anI-told-you-sogrin.
“You’re entirely too smug right now,” he grumbled, moving closer to me while reaching for his own belt. “When we wind up arrested for public indecency and I lose my career over this, I need you to remember whose idea it was.”
I could tell from the tone in his voice he wasn’t at all interested in being talked out of it. I batted my eyelashes at him. “But, Sheriff, I was just doing what you said. You said if I walked into the trees and acted like a good boy for you, you wouldn’t write me up…”
He laughed and shook his head. “Shut the fuck up before I lose my boner.”
I turned to face the tree behind me and waggled my bare assat him. “Is this good enough for you, sir? Am I being a good boy?”
Foster moved up behind me, a thick finger with cold gel moving straight to my hole. “Role-playing isn’t for you, sweetheart.”
I sucked in a breath as he deliberately dragged his fingertip down along my gland. “Dr. Blake, are you sure this… this kind of exam is necessary for a sprained ankle?”
Foster’s large hand came around and clamped over my mouth. “How about pretending to be a pain in the ass getting fucked against a tree?” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Can you do that for me?”
I closed my eyes and made a sound of agreement as he pushed his slick cock between my cheeks. I was up on my toes, the rough bark from the tree sharp against my forehead. The intrusion of his giant dick required me panting through my nose as my body stretched to accommodate his.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, making my stomach clench. “Sucha good boy for me.”
My eyes rolled up. Foster’s muscled forearm tightened around my front as he began thrusting into me, continuing to murmur dirty encouragement in my ear as his other hand tightened over my mouth.
The breeze blew across my skin, but I hardly felt it. I did feel the familiar scratch of his happy trail on my skin, the softness of his lips on my ear, and the solid anchor of his larger frame around mine.
I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if anyone came upon us like this, he’d do anything within his power to hide mefrom view, even if that meant sacrificing himself and his entire career.
