Page 5 of Doctor’s Orders

“Honestly, I don’t know. I would have told you no to the other two times too though, so what the hell do I know.”

“Again, sugar, you’ve been sleeping with the wrong men.”

“Evidently.”

“Am I hurting you? Is it too much?” I plead for her to say no because, frankly, at this point I don’t know if I can stop or even slow down.

“No, it’s perfect. God, your cock is enormous, and it feels amazing.”

I give her a light slap on her ass. “Fuck,” I groan. Our bodies slapping together and the mutual sounds of our moans fill the room, creating a primal soundtrack of need, lust, and pleasure. I just keep pounding into her.

“Graham, I think I’m going to come,” she says.

“Then do it, sugar. Come all over this fucking cock.” Two more pumps and she’s crying out and her cunt is squeezing me so tightly that I think I might go blind.

But I can’t hold off any longer. “Fuck, I’m coming too,” I growl. Then I lose myself inside her.

chapter

three

Lizzie

The following morning, I stare at my sister across the small breakfast nook table in my new rental house.

“You’re killing me here, smalls,” she says.

I roll my eyes. “That’s my line.”

“It was, but then I got taller than you, so now I can use it.” Annabelle smirks at me.

She’s happy. I can see it all over her. It’s like love just radiates from her every pore. “Love looks good on you,” I tell her.

“Thank you, but don’t deflect. Tell me what happened to you last night. You don’t text your sister at four in the morning to tell her you’re on the road back to Saddle Creek for nothing.”

I had done that. I’d wanted to call her. To talk about what had just happened to me because it felt so monumental. But with the light of today, I realize that last night will never be more than it was. I’ll never see him again. Oh, I could drive to his house or go back to that bar, but I won’t do that. We were both clear about what we were getting into. One night only. If I try to go back for seconds, I will only end up seeming needy. Clingy. Pathetic.

I’ve had enough of that in my life.

Not that I’ve actually ever been those things, but my evil ex Billy, liked to manipulate me and make it sound like I was. When you’re repeatedly told that you’re too clingy, you start believing it. I’ve spent the past two years in therapy undoing the mind-fuck Billy did to me, because I’m a mother. It’s my damn job to be the best mom I can to my two amazing kids. That meant doing the work on myself.

So, yeah, priority number one is being a good mom. Priority number two is never again letting a man treat me like I’m the problem. So that means if a man tells me he wants only one night, I’m going to believe him.

Still … Annabelle is my best friend, as well as my sister. And I share everything with her.

“I hooked up with someone last night,” I say.

“Shut up!” Annabelle scoots her chair closer to me, which is kind of remarkable considering our knees are already touching. “Tell me everything right this minute.” Then she gasps and points at me. “You have beard burn on your face. I just thought it might be from the exertion of hauling boxes in here.”

“Do you want to tell the story or do you want me to?”

“I’m listening.” She does a lock motion in front of her lips, then tosses the imaginary key over her shoulder.

“I had dropped off the kids at Billy’s parent’s lake house. Taking Bennett’s car seat out of my car to install into theirs made me cry. Like a damn loser. I mean, they’re coming home tomorrow.”

“No one would blame you for being a little sad to not spend a holiday with your kiddos,” Annabelle says.

“I know that. It’s not even their first holiday away from me. But it was the first one after you moved away and then my moving happening over the holiday weekend. Which, of course, made so much sense. Having a holiday week break in between ending one job and starting another is smart and convenient.” I glance around the small rental house. It’s so much nice than I was expecting for the cost of rent.