Page 14 of Driven By Dragonblood
None of his damn business, but he’d read my file and knew my dad and mom made sure I got the best of care, the best of everything—except acceptance and love—up until I’d turned eighteen.
“I’ve got savings.”
“Do you have access to it?”
“I do now, and it’s all mine. Parents can’t touch it.” Thank fuck my asshole grandfather had made sure of that before he dropped dead of an aneurysm.
Doc Macaire nodded absently, while glancing away and shifting his own ass on the chair at the same time I did, as though he, too, sported a hard-on that was desperate for a man’s grip.
Yessss.
“What?” I asked, sure the word had been hissed out loud.
“Hmm?” He returned his piercing stare on me that made my asshole clench.
“Did you whisper something?”
The doctor’s brow furrowed again, but that didn’t lessen the intense need radiating between us.
“Never mind.” I attempted to toss out a crooked grin, the one that usually got me into a girl’s panties, but he didn’t so much as twitch. “So yeah, I’m going to start my new life, the one my parents stole from me. I was a kid with a big imagination, you know?” My laughter sounded forced to my own ears. “I had a hard time keeping my head out of the clouds and feet on the ground.”
“Literally.”
My grin faded as I struggled to hold the doctor’s shuttered gaze. “Yeah, but I was high. Being stupid.”
“And the time before that, two years ago?”
I shrugged, even though the itch to jump off every edge sometimestookme to the edge before my brain caught upwith reality, and I stopped myself. “What kid doesn’t want to be Superman?”
The silence stifled, the click of Doc Holliday’s clock on the wall like a gong with every passing second, heightening my lust to jerk off, fuck, or leap from the goddamn ledge of the closest building.
“You’re going to be all right out there on your own? No parents? No roommates?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
A few more seconds of breath-holding anxiety, and he pulled a card from the top drawer. He scribbled something on it and held it out atop the desk. “I live a few blocks from here. If you ever need anything?—”
I leaned forward, my fingers grazing his as I took the card.
Fire raced up my arm, settling in the pit of my stomach, deliciously warm and intoxicating, causing my inner beast to whimper again. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep the noise contained, as my balls tightened to the point of pain.
Doc Macaire’s scruff twitched as though he clenched his jaw, and I studied him for a brief moment, wondering if he’d experienced the same thing I had. He cleared his throat. “This is for you.” He slid an envelope across his desk, not bothering with handing it over like he’d done with the card.
Guess he hadn’t liked our skin touching nearly as much as I had.
I grabbed the envelope and clutched it tightly to my chest, expecting it contained the key to my apartment and copies of the legal paperwork that allowed me to leave tomorrow. Glancing at the clock, I saw our time was far from over, but it seemed the new doc didn’t have anything else to say.
I stood, soaking in Doc Macaire’s quick glance down over my scrubs and obvious bulge before he quickly glanced away. “So that’s it?”
Lips pressed tight, he nodded.
“Guess this is goodbye,” I said.
Stay.
No fucking way.
The doc didn’t stand to see me out. Didn’t speak another word.
