Unexpected Gift(73)

“Yes, Caden.” I flip my hair back, trusting him to hold onto me as I bend backward, enjoying what it feels like to be a wanted woman.

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? I’m a lucky man,” he compliments me, and then kicks the bedroom door open and slams it shut.

He sits on the bed first and then lays down. This entire time, we have not broken the connection. He has been lodged inside of me the entire time without slipping. He puts his hands behind his head as he gets comfortable. “Do your worst, sunshine.”

My hands flatten against his chest, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath my touch. I move my hair over one shoulder and lean forward. I push down, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Fuck, I needed to see this. Do you know how good you look up there? That’s where you belong, Molly. Naked, wet, and riding my cock.”

And damn, I never want to be anywhere else ever again.





Chapter Thirty-Two





Caden





“You practically have a skip in your step, Dr. Jackson,” Nancy, the older nurse who caught me outside of the O.R. a few weeks back, says. She sits behind the main desk on the fourth floor, which is the neuro department, and taps a pencil on the counter as she evaluates me. “Something is different about you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nancy.” I decide to be a little coy and secretive about it.

She narrows her eyes at me, making me feel a little naked with how hard she is staring. I break the contact and update a medical chart that I have in my hand. “You know, my teenage grandson has the same look on his face. I think Dr. Jackson is in love,” she sings, swinging back and forth in her chair.

I tilt my head back and laugh, staring at the smile that wrinkles her face. “You are a Nosey Nancy, aren’t you?”

“It isn’t the first time I’ve been told that, and it won’t be the last. Tell me, who is she? What is she like?”

I lay the pen down on the counter and lean against the desk. “She is my best friend’s sister, for one.”

“Oh, now that sounds like a daytime soap opera. Tell me more. I’m behind on my soaps.”

“You are sassy.”

“You have to be when you get to be my age.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-five, Nancy.”

“Flattering. Now, talk.” She crosses her ankles as she places her feet on the desk. She tosses a M&M in the air and catches it in her mouth.

“She is…well she was my best friend’s sister. He died a month back.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear.”

“It’s okay. It’s been hard, but Molly and I... that’s her name. We have been getting through the pain together. We have been trying to find our way back.”

“It takes time,” she says, tossing another piece of candy into the air.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that. Anyway, she and I have always been at each other’s throats. We hardly got along. Well, we never got along. But now…”

“Now that you have something in common, you have gotten to know each other through each other’s pain. That’s so beautiful. Tell me more,” she sighs, holding her chin in the palm of her hand as she stares off into oblivion.

“Wow, you watch so many soaps. I think that is called an addiction.”

She scowls at me, shaking herself from the hypnotic daze she put herself under. “I call it being romantically hopeful. Shame on you for chastising an old lady like me.”

“Please, you are far from old. Have you met you?”

“Yes, I know. I’m dashing. So, what’s the happy ending?”

“Sorry?”

“The happy ending between you and Molly. What is it? How is it ending?”

I stumble over my answer, not sure what to say. I’ve thought about a lot of things with Molly, but our ending hasn’t been one of them.

She puts her feet down and stands. “Oh, now this is good. It’s to be continued, isn’t it?”

“What? It can be when it’s still going. I don’t want us to end, Nancy.”

“Stupid boy. I’m not saying you are ending. I’m asking what’s the final verdict of your relationship. What’s going to happen next? Will it be happy?”

I open my mouth to answer when Chief of Neuro, Dr. Rawlings, shouts my name from his office. “Dr. Jackson! Can I see you in my office for a moment?”

“Oh, someone is in trouble,” Nancy says, like a child.

“Real mature, Nancy.”

“I’m old, not boring.” She shoots me a wink before I turn around and stride toward my bosses office. Of course, I do feel young at the moment, like I'm going to the principal's office.

I give her one last glance before disappearing into Dr. Rawlings' office and sitting down in a large leather chair. His office is stale and smells like crackers. The walls are painted a dull grey, and he has no lights on inside. It resembles a prison cell, in a way. “You wanted to see me?”

He takes off his glasses, setting them on top of a very large stack of papers. “Yes, I did. Do you like it here in Glendive, Dr. Jackson?”

“It isn’t where I thought I would be, but surprisingly, yes, I like it.”