Page 41 of Sexting the Cowboy
“You like it when I push your buttons. Especially with my tongue.”
“How did you know? I let you off the hook for that, so it’s not like you had any reason to think I liked that.”
He shrugs. “Most women do. Especially the ones who think they don’t. Nine times out of ten, it’s because they’ve never had it done right. You didn’t tell me not to do it, so I went for it anyway. I hope that’s okay.”
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“You really like going down on women that much?”
He lifts my chin so I meet his eyes. “I. Love. It.”
My cheeks heat up at that. “Oh. Okay.”
He releases me and laughs. “How can you be embarrassed by that? You’re a doctor. You have my cum leaking out of you.”
“Right, I should go clean up. Be right back.” I dart to the bathroom, and small as it is, it’s well laid out. When I return, the blue sheet is draped just over his hip enough to frame the V-taper there. Damn, he’s perfect.
And he’s Reno’s dad.
Crap.
I scoot in next to him, and it seems my brain is on overdrive now, because the thoughts just keep coming. “Can I ask you something that’s absolutely none of my business?”
“Fire away.”
“When Reno had his accident, why weren’t you there?”
He stiffens. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, he told me that you were too busy to come around when he was in the hospital, and as close as you seem with your other kids, I figured there must be some bad blood between you to not be at the hospital for him. But he would never tell me about it.”
Brick’s face goes from peaceful to pensive, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
“If I overstepped?—”
He shakes his head. “Considering everything, you really haven’t.” He sighs deeply. “I was there when it happened. When that bull smashed him into the wall, and his head went one way and his body crunched the other direction.” The words are spaced by breaths and something deeper now. “He was barely conscious when they got him into the ambulance. Told me, told all of us to stay away. His sister, his brothers. Shouted it at us. He’s always been like that. Even when he was a little boy, he never liked company when he wasn’t feeling well. Kind of like how a dog will hide in a corner when it feels sick. It’s like he doesn’t want anyone to see him vulnerable.”
“But you said it yourself—he was barely conscious. And that was enough for you to stay away?”
Brick smiles, but there’s nothing happy about it. “Hell no. I followed the ambulance to the hospital. Tried to barge in there, but since the patient didn’t want me, security got twitchy and told me to stay out. That lasted until the night shift came on, and did you know that with enough money, you can bribe just about anyone?”
That makes me smirk. “But he said you never came to see him.”
“I didn’t. Not when he was awake. But I sat with my boy all night long until the day shift came back. At least, while he was in the ICU.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I am not.”
I close my eyes and crush my head against the pillow as I lie back. “That must have been one hell of a bribe, because I tried to bribe my way in there, and they said there were no visitors in the ICU at night.”
“Cost me a pretty penny, and it was worth every cent. They kept him drugged up all night long, so I guess he never knew I was there.”
“After all those surgeries and he was out of the ICU and we were going through his rehab, why didn’t you come then?”
Brick lies back too. “Because that would have been worse for him. My boy, his pride is a foolish thing. He thinks that if we see him weak, even for a second, he can never look us in the eye again. I was willing to risk it when he was still hooked up to all those machines, because I couldn’t stay away. I was willing to risk hurting his pride for that. But when we knew he was goingto make it and be relatively alright, my presence would have shut him down. His pride?—”
