Page 28 of Claiming Ours
If there was someone or something evil out there lurking around Anchor Bay, then this meeting had to happen. No backing out and trying to find my balls again tomorrow. It had to be today so I could be there for Baylee, protect her from whatever threat Elvis sensed.
Sure, she had that big fucker, but someone like Baylee needed all the protection she could get.
She was perfect.
She was innocent.
Though that last part I couldn’t help but groan at, imagining all the ways I wanted to defile that innocence. On my own or with her boyfriend. I was game either way as long as she was safeand satisfied. And if she only gave me a chance, I knew I could give her both.
Only time would tell if I’d leave Anchor Bay brokenhearted and head back to a life of using and drinking or stick around the somewhat picturesque town with her as a friend, or maybe in my arms and bed.
If that included that boyfriend of hers too…
Maybe then I’d finally have a relationship that would last.
10
BAYLEE
Iblinked at the computer screen, reading the same schedule that I’d been staring at for the last ten minutes. Who knew multiple orgasms by one man’s talented tongue and fingers could scramble one’s brain like this.
I sure as hell didn’t.
Until now at least. Which was crazy, since Dean and I weren’t completely innocent when we were together. Many times he’d done just as Liam, yet the results were vastly, magnanimously different. And I sure as hell didn’t remember feeling like my brain was scrambled eggs after. Did that mean Liam was that much more talented than Dean, being older and having more experience?
I ground my back teeth as a flash of jealousy flickered at the thought of Liam giving that kind of pleasure to someone else despite knowing the reality. He was married once and had multiple partners before me.
I just didn’t want to think about it.
The truth was, Dean and Iwereso young, together since high school, so maybe that was the difference between my lacklusterresponse then and explosive reaction now. He hadn’t had time or multiple previous partners to grow his skill set like Liam. Which somewhat made me feel like shit for comparing them, considering my insides were still turned inside out from the mind-blowing orgasms he pulled from me hours ago.
Soul-shattering, knee-weakening orgasms that Liam easily wrenched from me.
That alone was a shock. There were many times when Dean and I had fooled around that I never fully got off, just enjoyed the overall experience of playing with him. Back then, I assumed there was something wrong with me, but now I wasn’t sure.
Guilt filled my chest with the familiar dull ache. With a hard headshake, the tip of my ponytail flicking back and forth, I shoved those negative feelings away. Not now, not today. I wouldn’t allow my regrets and past to diminish what Liam and I did before the shower, during the shower, and again after we were clean by feeling guilty about it. I could move forward with my life and still miss Dean. Those two did not have to be mutually exclusive.
Or so I hoped.
Blowing out a steadying breath to clear my mind of those distracting thoughts, I rubbed the heels of both hands against my eyes and refocused on the schedule for the day. It was a light one, thankfully, because I had little energy after waking up hungover, stuffing my face with crispy bacon, and then, well, the aerobic shower.
The first appointment was someone visiting Anchor Bay and his companion coming in for a basic wellness visit. Why he couldn’t wait until he went back home, I wasn’t sure, but I would do the checkup all the same. It was a nice change of pace, like the husky I saw a few days ago before he and his owner went out on the trail, considering most of the locals didn’t bring theiranimals in for regular care, only basic vaccines or if they were injured.
Grabbing a new patient chart from the file cabinet, I slid the paperwork inside. Once everything was ready, I pushed off the armrests to stand only for black spots to dot my vision.
The entire room spun, and my hearing faded. I stumbled to the desk and gripped the edge to keep me on my feet. I squeezed both lids shut and opened them wide several times, hoping it would help remedy the unexpected wave of dizziness.
Between the lingering hangover and the active morning, my equilibrium must’ve been off. That was the only logical explanation. I ate more for breakfast than I had in months and was on my second Stanley of water for the morning.
Vision back to normal and balance restored, I grabbed the file once again and moved to the exam room to get it ready for the first patient. Lost in the list of things that could’ve caused the random dizzy spell, I almost missed the ring from the bell above the front door.
Time to get to work.Slipping on a clean lab coat, I headed for the front to meet my first patient.
Focus on the chart, I started to welcome the client to Anchor Bay, but the words froze in my throat when I finally glanced up, finding the hottest real-life bad boy standing in the middle of the room. My brain went offline, and my lungs forgot their one job, making a stalled breath burn in my chest. I swallowed hard, hoping that would kick me out of my frozen state.
My calculated, slow inspection started at his edgy dirty-blond hair, the long portion on top slicked back, exposing the tightly shaved sides. An eyebrow ring snagged my focus to his mint-green eyes that swirled with so many emotions, I had the urge to drop the chart and hug him until he couldn’t breathe. With a broad nose, full lower lip that shone like he’d been licking it, and sharp jawline, he was a perfect balance of masculinitywith a dash of softness that clashed with the dark tattoos decorating his skin.
The detailed designs curved down his neck, shifting as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a thick swallow. He wore a lightweight Army green jacket that didn’t appear nearly warm enough for the cooler morning and a black shirt beneath. Dark wash jeans hung on his narrow hips and hugged his thick thighs, the bottoms tucked into unlaced black combat boots. His style was a unique mix of edgy grunge and trendy that you’d never see around Anchor Bay.
