Page 181 of Stanton Unconditional

Joshua makes me laugh. We get each other’s jokes when no one else understands what we are talking about. Even without the sex he is my perfect man, tall, athletic, smart. He looks at me this way when he thinks I’m not watching, and he cracks his neck. It’s the hottest thing I have ever see…it means he is getting hard. Ready for me, my new favorite thing is going down on him. I love watching him come apart…so hot.

I rearrange the erection in my boxer shorts. Reading that she loved going down on me even back then is a major turn on. I can remember how much she used to love it…it’s burned into my brain. My eyes flick to her half-naked body sprawled out on the bed. Ohh, you’re going to cop it, baby girl, when you wake up. Hard, I need it hard. I stroke myself to try and stop the need. I bend and kiss her stomach gently and my cock hardens further. God, I want her.

I hear the front door open. “Hey, it’s me,” Cameron calls from the lounge room.

I jump nervously and throw the diaries back into the box and kick it under the bed. I bend and kiss her thigh and quickly wrap a towel around myself to hide my erection. I head out to see him.

“Is she still out?” Cameron asks as he hands me a coffee. “Thanks.” I take it and nod.

“What’s with the boner?” he smirks.

I look down to the obvious erection through the towel and I shrug.

“She’s unconscious,” Cameron says flatly.

I smirk and nod as I sip my coffee. “I know.” My eyes meet his.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he walks up the hall to Natasha’s bedroom. He stands at the door as he takes a stethoscope from his pocket. I quickly scoot past him and pull the blankets up over her. It is just getting dark, so I flick on the side lamp.

He smirks at me. “You know I’m a doctor, right?”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. I also know you’re a sex maniac.” He rolls his eyes.

I smile and bend to kiss Tash on the side of the face again as I gently take a seat beside her with my coffee.

He picks up her hand and starts to take her pulse. “What time will she wake up?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Between twelve and sixteen hours after she was sedated.”

“Do you think she has a brain tumor?” I ask. He smiles as his eyes stay on her face.

“No.”

“Do you think she has brain cancer?”

He shakes his head again. “No.” He widens his eyes at me.

I watch him silently as he pulls up her shirt and listens to her chest.

“How are you going with the period thing?” He smiles. “Fine,” I snap as I take a sip of my coffee.

He smiles broadly.

“What?”

“This domestic version of Stan is very entertaining.” I fake a smile.

“Hilarious.”

He picks his coffee up from the side table and takes a seat on the end of the bed.

“What happened? Why did she get this migraine?”

I shrug. “Probably because I am an idiot who keeps stressing her out.” I sigh.

“Did you tell her you didn’t trust her?” I shake my head. “No.”

“Did you argue?” he asks.