"Okay."
"Okay?" He echoed the word, raising his eyebrows like he didn't believe me.
"Yes, alright. I'll go out with you." His body lost some of the tension I didn't notice was there before.
"Give me your personal number." He pulled out his phone, and on the screen, I saw a picture of me standing in my nurse uniform at the reception.
It looked like I was laughing in it.
I grabbed the phone from his hand, wondering how he got the photo.
"What in the world is this?" I looked at the picture, but he snatched the phone away from me.
"I'll capture a better one tonight." He ignored me, like it wasn't strange that I was his screensaver.
I pretended to be appalled, but really, I wanted to jump up and down like a dork in high school who just found out the quarterback has a crush on me.
"Number?"
I just stared at him. "Do you honestly think I believe you don't already possess my number?" No way he didn't.
Not after the picture thing and him knowing my real name.
He smiled, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "I'll pick you up at seven." He took a step toward me, putting his finger under my chin, making me look up into his eyes. "And Joey," he said, looking into my eyes. "No more flirting with Mark.
I do not wish to harm him."
With that, he turned, pushing the hood of his car down before getting in.
It started right up, the engine turning over as he pulled out and left me gaping. I don't flirt with Butch.
Mark is one the doctors at oncology department . He's the reason I even came to this town.
He got me my job working at the nurse station. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. Growing up with all boys, I could pretty much do anything they could, except pee standing up.
Damn, did I love the thought of him getting jealous over Mark. He's just like another brother to me, and besides, I'm not even Mark's type.
He likes them blonde, tall, with large breasts, and as easy as they come.
My phone beeped, and I saw I had a text from an unknown number. Sliding my finger across the screen, I read the message.
Stop feeling my absence. I'll see you in a couple of hours.
I rolled my eyes, but then I found myself smiling as I walked back to my chair. "Asshole."
Dan
I pumped faster, speeding up my rhythm.
My cork was aching for release, so this wouldn't take long.
Picturing Joey standing in front of me, bent over, in her nurse uniform, spreading her buttocks apart, I masturbated faster.
I imagined her looking over her shoulder, giving me that sassy smirk, begging me to fill her up.
I thought about her smart mouth telling me how badly she wanted me, and I started to release.
Standing over the toilet, I watched as my thick release dripped down into the water.
I hated to waste it, but no way could I sit through dinner and being so close to her without some kind of release.
I wouldn't be able to control myself, so hopefully, this would take the edge off.
Jesus, it's like I'm fifteen.
I can't last for more than sixty seconds when I'm thinking about my Joey.
I can't wait until she's under me, and I can get actual relief.
Anytime I get hard, I can slide it into her body and empty my seed.
After tonight's hurdle, I'll have her bred before the end of the week.
I smiled to myself as I cleaned up and headed out, not wanting to be late.
I've driven to her townhouse a thousand times.
I knew she lived with Mark, but from what I could tell they were just friends.
I still didn't like it, but for the moment there's not much I can do.
I'll take care of that soon, but first I've got to get her in my bed.
Then I'll fix everything.
I pulled up and took a breath, thinking that this probably wasn't the best timing with the case still going on.
But I'd waited almost a year to claim Joey, and I couldn't wait anymore.
I'd watched her like a hawk from the second I first saw her, unable to let her get too far from me.
I'm not proud of some of the things I've done to her in the hospital, flirting with other women while looking at her, promising to take her to lunch and leave her at the roadside, but when it comes to 'the one,' the rules don't apply.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
Getting out of my cruiser, I walked by her car and thought about the night I put the tracer on it.
It's hidden under the wheel rim and completely undetectable.
Even if she took her car apart, she wouldn't find it unless she was looking for it.
Walking to the porch, I rang the doorbell, looking up to see the pinhead camera I installed around the same time.
No one would know it was there unless you pointed it out.
And even then it's hard to tell.
I wanted to know who was coming and going from her house at all times.
Making sure she got home safe every night, too.
Oh yes, I've done a lot of things to keep eyes on my Joey.
Almost a year later and I've had enough playing around.
I don't care if this messes up my case, I'm a man, and I'm only so strong.
The door opened, and Mark was standing there with his shirt off.
I clenched my hands into fists, ready to rip his head off.
"Good evening, Dr. How can we assist you?" He looked genuinely surprised to see me, and I shouldn't be shocked Joey didn't tell him I was coming over.
Mark stood there waiting on a response, but my jaw was clenched too tight to speak.
I was seconds away from tackling him to the ground when Joey walked around the corner.
I nearly stopped breathing as she walked towards us, my heart beating out of my chest.
"Damn, Joey. Who passed away?"
"Go to hell, Mark." She walked past him, pulling the door closed behind her, and stood on the porch.
She looked at me expectantly, but I still couldn't speak. I blinked a few times and tried to focus.