“Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?”
“I feel pissed off.”
“Owen, I haven’t seen you in five years. You don’t get to be pissed off because some other man touches me.”
Boy, is she ever wrong. “You think that because you’ve yet to see things for what they are.”
“How are things exactly?”
I know it’s irrational to roll into her life and two hours later expect her to understand and accept that she is mine. But it is what it is. She is mine whether she realizes it or not. “I’m the only one who touches you. No one else.”
She laughs but I’m not joking. “Do you have any idea how overbearing and bossy and controlling that sounds?”
“I damn sure do. And I mean every word.” She’s so tiny we’re almost face-to-face as I sit on the side of the bed. “You are mine, Ashlyn.” I push my hand between her legs. “And your pussy is mine.” All I need is a little healing time and I’ll show her how possessive I am of it.
She shoves at my hand with a little more effort this time. “Owen, not again.”
“Because you don’t want me to or because you’re afraid someone will walk in?”
She ignores my question. “Do you feel like standing?”
I feel like doing a lot more than standing. “I’m fine.”
“OK but take it slow. Sometimes you think you’re all right until you stand.” I slowly rise. I’m steady as a rock but I don’t forgo the opportunity to put my hand on Ashlyn’s arm just so I can touch her. “You’re all right to walk?”
“All good.”
She loops her arm through mine and walks beside me but stops at the bathroom door. “Still in good shape?”
If I say yes she’s going to tell me to go by myself. “Maybe a little woozy now.”
“Is that so?” This woman has sarcasm mastered perfectly.
“Possibly.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re lying, but as your nurse, I can’t optnotto go with you.”
That’s right, Ashlyn. I have you over a barrel. But I’d much rather have you bent over a bed.
I shrug. “Gotta do what you gotta do. Job requirements and all.”
“Come on, then.” She escorts me into the bathroom and then moves back to stand in the doorway, arms crossed. Damn, you’d think she’d have a little better attitude toward me, considering how hard I just made her cum. “Go ahead. Do your thing.”
“I will but not until you shut the door.” Gotcha again, Ashlyn.
“I can’t be with you behind a closed door.” Bullshit.
“I’m the patient and I would like a little privacy while I take a piss. I think everyone would agree that’s a legitimate reason for shutting the door.” Let’s see her argue that point.
She sighs and pulls the door closed. “Hurry up before someone comes in.”
I look over my shoulder and grin when I catch Ashlyn checking out my ass. “Like what you see back there?”
She quickly looks away. “No different from every other backside I see.”
“I doubt that.” I’m an athlete—very fit and firm in all the right places. I know I have a great ass. And she knows it too even if she won’t admit it.
I finish and move to the sink to wash my hand. I wet it and squirt soap in my palm. A difficult task to do one-handed. “Help, please?”