“Young lady, your axillary temperature is one hundred point three. That accompanied with the cough and the wheezing and crackles I hear in your lungs tells me you’ve got a nasty infection. I’m going to go ahead and give you some samples of an antibiotic that the pharmaceutical company has graciously supplied my office with for patients. Also here’s a decongestant.”

He pulled two white bottles from his bag and hands them to Lane. “Use the liquid medication every four hours as needed for cough, and take one pill every twelve hours until they’re all gone, regardless if you feel better. Understand?”

She nodded and he closed his bag. “Good. Now, there’s a matter of payment to discuss.”

Dr. Malone turned towards me expectantly. Right. Money. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the cookie jar from the overhead cabinet above the stainless steel refrigerator. Not the most original place to keep a wad of cash, but it worked.

I counted out five hundred dollars, not really sure what a physician’s time was worth, and handed to the little man on the other side of my counter. “Will this cover it?”

He took the money from my hand and recounted it right in front of me. “It’ll do. Call the office if you need anything else.”

And just as quickly as the doctor had wafted into my home, he found his way back out.

I watched through the window as he shut himself inside his car and then sped back down the drive.

“He was an odd one, wasn’t he?” Lane’s voice caught my attention and I immediately went into the kitchen to retrieve something for her to drink so she could take her new medications.

I handed her the glass. “Yeah, not much of a bedside manner.”

“Right? That was exactly what I was thinking,” she said before swallowing down the meds.

It was good to see a smile on her face even though I knew she still felt miserable. I sat down and then pulled her head down so she could rest it in my lap. My fingers stroked through her soft hair.  We settled in together watching some movie on television but it wasn’t long before we both were fast asleep.

Chapter 6

After a couple days of tender love and care from me, Lane was starting to come back around. It was a good thing we came to my place when we did. Being sick on the bus is the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced, so I was happy she didn’t have to suffer through that.

The oven timer chimed, and I removed our extra crispy tater-tots. I really needed to go to the store. Living off frozen food was starting to suck.

“Something smells good,” Lane said as she dried her hair with a green towel, wearing only one of my t-shirts.

I smiled. I loved it when she wore my clothes.  “You feel like eating?”

She draped the towel along the back of the kitchen chair and gave me a wicked grin. “I’m really hungry. I’ve been a little deprived lately.”

I swallowed hard and licked my lips. We’d gone without sex for a couple days now, and the way her eyes raked over my body when she’d slowly said the word hungry told me she’d been missing it, too.

After a couple steps toward her, I tugged her body into mine. Both of her arms wrapped snuggly against my waist. The smell of her fruity scents from the shower still surrounded her. Instantly my breathing picked up.

I raised an eyebrow. “Feeling better?”

She traced a line from my chest down to my belt buckle. “Much.”

With sure fingers she unzipped my jeans and snaked her hand inside. She grabbed my hard dick and a smirk played on her lips. “I’m so buying you underwear for Christmas.”

I laughed. “Don’t count on me wearing them.”

When I leaned down to kiss her lips, she jerked her head back, and a frown filled my face. “Let me kiss you.”

Her brow crinkled a bit. “Noel, you can’t.”

“Don’t worry about that, Lane. Like I said, I don’t care if I get sick.”

“But I do. Can’t we just get creative?” Her finger traced my jaw.

My heart thudded against my ribs at what the word creative meant. This could be fun. “What do you have in mind?”

“We shouldn’t be face to face.”

Oh dear God. She was asking me to bend her over and take her from behind. My cock pulsed and it was nearly painful how much it ached to be inside her. She wrapped her hand around me and stroked me a couple times while she waited on me to respond. I closed my eyes, enjoying her touch, and allowed my mouth to hang open a bit. Both of my hands tightly gripped the hem of her shirt. Simple touches from this girl drove me crazy.

I wrapped my hand around her wrist, stopping her motion. I needed to slow things down before I exploded all over the inside of my pants.

Lane took the hint and shoved my pants down to my knees. “I want you inside me.”

Every cell vibrated with need. Without thinking about it, I pushed her shirt up and yanked on her bra, ripping it from her body. I tugged on each side of her panties until they dropped by her feet. I couldn’t get her naked fast enough.

She kicked them off, and I lifted her onto the counter. I dropped to my knees and placed soft kisses from her ankle to her exposed thigh. Both of her legs fell open for me and she watched me intently. I slid her ass to the edge of the counter and threw her left leg over my shoulder before I licked my way down to her moist heat. The scent of her arousal was nearly enough to make me want to come on the spot. I loved how ready she always was for me.

I took my time licking each of her folds before giving her clit the attention I knew she craved. She whimpered every time I got close, which told me I was doing my job. I knew the anticipation of getting off drove her mad, but I also knew how much better it made the final moment of release when it had to be worked for.