Page 26 of Stand Your Ground
The second I shot off the text, I regretted it. I hoped it sounded cocky and flirtatious but wondered if Livia could see right through it and would call me out. She’d laughed at me plenty of times in our friendship.
But now, I was desperate to show her I was a good student, that I was already learning.
Doctor Pain:I won’t lie… that was a fantastic orgasm in the end. You took instructions so well.
I nearly passed out when the text came through, adrenaline spiking in my veins like I was being chased by a bear.
She’d liked it.
I’d made her feel good.
Doctor Pain:But no more play until you get your doctor’s note, Rook.
Me:You mean this one?
I attached a picture I’d taken the day before of my STD test results and the clearance from my doctor for rigorous physical activity. The man had looked at me like I was crazy when I asked him to write it, considering I was a professional fucking hockey player, but thankfully, he didn’t ask questions.
I’d meant to send the picture before we got on the team flight out to California, but it was always hectic on a travel day, and I’d never gotten around to it.
As soon as the photo went through, I sent another text.
Me:And if you’ll check your bank account, I think you’ll find that the first deposit cleared successfully today.
Doctor Pain:Such a good boy.
Me:You’re going to give me a boner in the middle of this locker room full of sweaty dudes.
Doctor Pain:Sounds like a teachable moment. Maybe one of them can give you the next lesson?
Me:*flat face emoji*
Doctor Pain:You’re off on Sunday, yes?
My heart kicked, anticipation flowing like a river through my chest.
Me:I am.
Doctor Pain:Good. Clean your place. Stock up on electrolytes.
Me:Yes, Mommy.
Doctor Pain:And Rook?
Me:Yes, Mommy?
Doctor Pain:Edge twice a day until I get there. Then take care of yourself once more when I say I’m on my way. I want to feel every second of that restraint when I finally let you come.
Little Nike Shoes
Livia
An evil smirk painted my lips as I tucked my phone away after firing that last text off to Carter, turning my focus to where Chloe was holding up a new outfit option for her elopement trip with Will. She’d called an emergency girls’ night when she’d discovered Grace would be in town, and now here we were, gathered in her living room around various mountains of clothing.
“What about this one?” she asked, pinning the multi-colored dress to her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other.
The bright hues of fabric clashed a bit with her red hair, but her creamy pale skin and the curves that girl had made her a knockout in anything she wore.
She turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. “I made it with leftover fabric from a craft I did with my class for Easter.”
