Page 49 of Alphas Like Us
“I meant it was your fault,” I backtrack as irritation nips atme.
Farrow smiles like he’s already beat me and raced miles ahead. “See, I would’ve never touched your right hand even if you blindfolded me. And I’m a doctor. I know which parts of you are off limits. So technically, if you feel a sharp pain, it’s yourfault.”
Everything he just said…stirs my cock. My blood rushes downward, and thebeep beepof the heart rate monitor suddenly accelerates tobeepbeep beepbeepbeepbeep.
Fuuuck.
Farrow laughshard.
“Shut up.” I growl out my frustration and rub my face with my left hand. Alright, new plan. Focus on other shit besidessex.
I remember what Rowin said about Dr. Keene offering him a conciergejob.
“You want to talk about your father?” I ask himseriously.
His laughter dies, and he shakes his head and nears me again. “There’s nothing to say. He may not be an evil bastard stalking you, but he’s still nothing to me. That’s thetruth.”
I wish that Dr. Keene fought for Farrow. Not because his son is a great doctor but because that’s his son. I can understand why Farrow stopped talking to him and why they have no real relationship. He only values Farrow’s talent, not who heis.
Farrow towers above me, and I follow his tattooed fingers that graze my neck before retying the loose strings of my hospitalgown.
“I thought you wanted me naked,” I joke, but I can’t mask the real disappointment in myvoice.
His mouth edges upward. His cool confidence overpowers the room. Intoxicating. “Do you want me to blow you?” he askshuskily.
I open my mouth to speak, but arousal swells my dick. I stiffen and an army of rules bears on me. “We’re in ahospital.”
He lets out another whistle. “Again, your perceptiontoday—”
“You’re not worried someone might walk in?” I try to gesture to his chest with mybadhand. I grimace, but thankfully, he’s not coddlingme.
Farrow smiles wide and rests his knee back on the bed. “I don’t worry as much as you aboutanything.”
He does worry about my safety more than me, but I don’t point that out because his amusement is full-blown. “I’m not a prude,” Iretort.
“I didn’t say you were,” he says, but he’s still staring at me like I’m the “purest” twenty-two-year-old human on thisplanet.
My left hand rubs my exposed thigh, wanting to dip under the blue fabric and touch my shaft. “Tattooed Boyfriend Gives Maximoff Hale Hospital Blowie—you like that fuckingheadline?”
He tilts his head, considering for half a second. “Eh, it could use an adjective or two.Best, Greatest, Most Earth-ShatteringBlow—”
“Alright,” I say, pent up and needing friction. I would pull him against me if I could, but I have to settle with my commanding, unflinching voice. “Suck mycock.”
His chest collapses in arousal, but he ends up smiling. “You want me to suck yourcock?”
I start to really harden. “Not if you keep teasingme.”
Farrow rubs his bottom lip with the hoop piercing and eyes the length of my body in a hot wave. He only has three piercings in right now: his lip, a silver hoop for his nose, and an obsidian spear earring that dangles. That last one was a Christmas present fromme.
“Farrow—”
“Don’t sit up,” he tells me. I started drawing upward in a crunch, and I lie back against the inclinedbed.
He leaves my side and puts his knee next to my leg. In one swift movement, his other knee is on the mattress. I already lie above thesheets.
I tent my legs and spread them a bit more. Just so he can… “Comecloser.”
Farrow grips my kneecap. “Okay, Bossy, here’s how this works.” He plants a blazing kiss on the outside of my knee, his mouth ascending my leg, towards my exposed thigh. “You getonefree blowjob for almost dying. But after that, you need to pull yourweight.”
