Chapter 11

One week later.

Scarlett

I hobble into work and am immediately met by Jeff. “Hello, stranger. How’s the hand?”

I hold it up and show him. “Healing well but I still have a few weeks recovery time.”

He gestures to the staff room. “Rose is on her lunch break. She’s been waiting for you. Something about a TKR?”

I grimace. The total knee replacement was one of my cases. I nod, and head straight into the staff room and find Rose eating Chinese food with another PT who just joined the team.

I take a seat and smile at them. “How’s your day going?”

Rose grimaces. “Mrs. Cooley is back today.”

I pull a face at her. Mrs. Cooley was my most challenging patient and now I’m not able to work with her, Rose’s. “How was she?”

Rose rolls her eyes. “I barely touch her, and the woman states ten out of ten pain as she sits there and flips through pictures of the grandkids.”

The new PT laughs and looks at me. “Did she ever meet goals for the last knee replacement?”

I shake my head. “No. I couldn’t do any work on the scar tissue and range of motion is well below what I wanted since she wouldn’t actually let me range her during sessions. And she scared off most of the techs, so I’m not surprised Rose is having trouble with her.”

Rose snorts. “Trouble is an understatement. You must have the patience of a saint to work with her.”

I laugh, pleased no one is treating me any differently even though my boss has filled them in on what happened. At least I no longer have the bruising on my face, that would have put off my co-workers and my clients.

I grin at Rose as she finishes her food. “I’m not a saint. And it’ll be me complaining when I see her again and she starts hyperventilating about the staples in her knee and how she doesn’t think she should be doing any exercises just yet. HEP is non-existent for her.”

“Why’d the doctor agree to replace the other knee then?” The new PT asks.

Rose slides a look sidelong. “Probably because she demanded it. She also told me today that she’d taken up tennis and wanted to be able to get back to her senior league asap.”

I snort a laugh. “Tennis?”

Rose takes another bite of her egg roll. “At this rate, I’ll be lucky to get her off the walker she insists on using without paying any attention to her weight-bearing precautions.”

I release a sigh. “I did manage to get her working decently last time.”

Rose screws up her face. “And how many hour-long sessions did that take?”

I lean back in my chair, my energy levels draining away the more I talk. “Too many,” I say.

She exchanges a look with the new PT and finally decides to introduce us. “Scarlett, this is Jenny. She’s helping us out while you’re off.”

I’ll be eternally grateful Rose didn’t add any extra details about why I’m off. At least I have one less person to explain myself to when I do return full time.

As it is, I’m only supposed to do paperwork until I pass my own PT assessment.

It’s the height of irony that I need another therapist to clear me before I can come back.

I cast a look at the staff room, and belatedly remember I left some food in here.

I shift off my chair and feel the last ounce of energy drain from me as I open the refrigerator.

I grab my now moldy take out and toss it in the trash while Rose keeps talking.

“She makes it almost impossible between the complaining about every bit of treatment and then talking my ear off about anything and everything, starting with what she had for breakfast that day.”

The new PT chimes in and gets to her feet. “Well good luck. I’ve got an athlete that’s so desperate to get back to sports that he ran almost two miles today in sprints.”

Rose shakes her head and sighs. “Hurry up and get better,” she growls.

I promise to check in again and leave the clinic feeling infinitely worse than when I arrived.

By the time I’ve reached my car, I’m stifling yawns and ready to take a nap.

Like I’ve been doing every day for the past two weeks, I check my phone in case Dexter has been able to contact me.

My heart jumps into my throat as I see his name come up on screen and a text that gives me a burst of energy.

Here if you need to talk.

The dirtier the better.

Dex

***

Two weeks later…

Scarlett

Friday 6.12pm

I’m drinking my first glass of wine in a month and on the phone with my boss when I hear my door-bell buzz.

Since I’m not in the mood for visitors, I ignore it and sip my wine as Kerry, my boss fills me in on who has taken my patients. “How are the headaches?”

I groan as the doorbell rings again. “Back again. Not surprising really. I just want some peace and quiet. But I’ve had four reporters knock on my door in the last two days. Now that the Burrows family are locked up everyone wants to know what happened.”

She sighs. “We’ve fielded a few calls here too. Probably just as well you aren’t strong enough to do more than paperwork. What about Chelsea? How’s she doing?”

I take a sip of wine. “She’s in a sort of retreat somewhere in the mountains. Mostly for her own protection. It’s not exactly strict, she can call us, but she’s getting therapy as well as helping the FBI.”

It’s a little unconventional, but then so is Chelsea. And from the limited phone calls I had with her, she seems to be doing well.

If there is any silver lining to be found in all this, Chelsea finally understanding her actions do have consequences is certainly one of them.

That, and meeting a man who can finally satisfy all my needs both in bed and out.

“And what about you? How are you doing?”

I know what she’s getting at. It’s been more than traumatic, but oddly talking to Dexter has helped tremendously.

I don’t tell her I also finally got a gun just in case anyone gets any ideas about breaking in while I’m alone.

Once the dust settled, and I was finally able to explain to dad what happened with Michael, he was more than disappointed I’d forgotten all the boxing moves he taught me.

So, aside from getting me a handgun, and setting up a crazy complicated alarm system, including a panic button, I know when he and mom get back from visiting Chelsea, that’s going to be at the top of his to-do list.

“I’m okay. Mom and Dad are checking in on me daily. And Dexter has been amazing,” I say.

I can hear her interest spike. “Still can’t believe all this happened. Good to know you’re still in contact with the pilot.”

Contact. That’s exactly what I’m missing the most. We only spent a few hours together inside that tiny motel room, but I can’t stop thinking about him.

Since we’re not supposed to be seeing each other, phone calls and texts have been sparse and mostly dirty.

The door buzzes again. Three buzzes. Just like we arranged. Three buzzes to signify three long weeks until he was cleared to come see me.

My heart starts to slam against my ribcage as I down the rest of my wine and nearly choke on it. “I’m pretty sure that’s him at the door.”

Kerry’s reply is lost as I hear a masculine voice that sends heat rushing through my body. “Are you going to make me wait out here with a raging hardon?”

I swallow hard and struggle to find my voice. White-hot lust is flowing through me as I start to think about every dirty text he sent me and the promises he made that I already know he’ll make good on.

My skin starts to tingle, and my nipples start to rise as I imagine his fingers gently plucking them.

Heat is tearing through me as my thoughts become so muddled all I can think about is getting on my knees and taking his cock in my mouth.

I have to clear my throat, but it still comes out choked. “I need to go. I’ll call you when I’m cleared for work again.”

“Okay. Stay in touch.”

I don’t even know if I managed a response, I just slam my glass down on the coffee table, and yank open my front door.

Dressed in jeans, leather jacket, boots, and aviator glasses, he looks so sexy, I have to remind myself to breathe.

He slowly removes his glasses and tucks them inside his jacket as his eyes wander over me. “You look good enough to eat.”

Since we both know what he means, I launch myself into his arms and kiss him hard. “I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to call me,” I say.

He chuckles and walks me backward, kissing me until we hit the sofa and collapse into it. “Sorry. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone until it was official. Halberg, the Wing Commander, resigned.”

I hold my breath as I run my fingers through his hair. “And?”

He looks me over before he answers. “I had to wait for a new review board to be appointed. But my place on the officer training program is there if I want it.”

I angle my head and frown at him. “If you want it?”

He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear making shivers run down my spine. “I was thinking about transferring to the West Point program.”

My eyes pop. “That’s only three and a half hours drive away.”

He shrugs and it’s impossible not to notice the pain he’s still in. “I need to find a physical therapist. You know one who can handle my rehab?”

I fight a smile as his lips brush against mine and his tongue grows more insistent. “I know one,” I say between kisses.

His hand slips to my waist and he runs his fingers down until he meets my panties. “Good. Because I’m going to need a lot of hands-on therapy.”

His fingers slide across my panties, and he starts to rub until I’m getting even wetter. “I still have a week off work. I can make you my number one priority,” I manage to say.

He kisses me again, his tongue merging with mine as he shifts so his arms are around me and my back is against his chest. His breath is hot in my ear. “I’m going to need you for longer than a week.”

I writhe under his touch, his fingers rubbing until I’m begging for him to put his cock inside me. “Those phone calls made me crazy you know. Not being able to touch you.”

He shifts back, removes his hand and strips off his clothes until he’s buck naked. “Good thing you’re in my wank bank.”

I smirk up at him, eyes wandering over him, lust growing to unbearable levels as I think about what he can do to me. “It’s a good thing you’re in my wank bank,” I purr.

A low rumble escapes from his throat. “Hottest thing ever watching you in the tub. You got a bath here?”

I take his cock in my hand and slowly start to stroke his shaft. “Better. I have a hot tub.”

He moans as I lean closer and suck his balls. “And the jets are amazing.”

He grins down at me and runs his hands through my hair as I keep stroking. “Better than my tongue?”

I chew my lip and shake my head. “Nothing is better than your tongue.”

I keep stroking him, coating him in his jizz until I’m growing as slippery as he is, and his tongue is the only thing I can think about.

“What about my cock? Is my tongue better than my cock?” he pants.

I waggle my hand in the air in an ‘equal’ sign. “Hard to say. You might need to remind me, and I’ll make a comparison when I have all the information.”

He chuckles and steps out of my reach. “Then I’ll need more room to work.”

I snatch his fingers in mine and tug him towards my bedroom. “So will I,” I say.

He gives me a curious smile as I slowly start to unzip my dress. “You’re pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

I smile back at him and watch the lust grow on his face as I remove my dress. “Better than flying a jet?”

When I’m standing in my sexiest underwear before him, and his eyes are near bugging out of his head, he waggles his hand in the air to mimic my sign.

I narrow my eyes. “Oh really? So, I should just put my dress back on and you can go fly solo somewhere?”

I reach for my dress and he near leaps across the room in his haste to stop me.

His fingers slide up my bare arm as he draws me closer to him. “You’re too easy to piss off. I’m going to wind up in trouble with your old man if I’m not careful.”

I lace my hands around his neck. “I think you’re okay. Saving my life twice has endeared you to him.”

He frowns and shakes his head at me as he holds me tighter, so I can feel his hard cock pressed into me. “Thank fuck for that. Your father is not someone I want to get on the wrong side of.”

I slide my hands to his bare ass. “He just wants me to be happy. And when I’m with you, I am happy.”

He smiles and unhooks my bra, so my breasts are exposed. “Can we stop talking about your father now please? Bad enough Chelsea keeps texting me to apologize. Far as I’m concerned, she paid me, so we’re square.”

I’m pleased Chelsea has come through and paid him, but I have more than a few questions I want him to answer.

I open my mouth but lose everything I was planning on saying to him when he near drags me to bed.

He lies beside me and starts to kiss my nipples, then work his way slowly down my body until he’s between my legs.

He tugs my panties down and gives me a devilish smile before his tongue begins to work its magic again.

Delicate shivers run down my body as pleasure builds until I’m exploding in his mouth.

He stays where he is and gives me wave after wave of pleasure until I’m so delirious I’m not sure I know my own name. “That’s my tongue,” he says with a grin.

I know where this is going, so I grip his head and growl at him. “Cock. Now.”

He grins but obliges and slips his cock in making me groan. He rocks his hips back, pumping me until he’s moaning as loud as I am. “Well?” he asks.

I slide my hands to his ass and dig my nails in as I struggle to breathe let alone think. “I don’t know. I don’t…I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I pant.

Waves of pleasure erupt through me as he speeds a little making the orgasm resound through my body.

The second I’m done, he kisses me, his tongue teasing me as he demands to know the result. “Which one?”

I can’t answer. I’m still riding the high of an incredible orgasm three weeks in the making. “Equal. I love them both. They’re both capable of giving me pleasure. Just in different ways,” I manage to say.

He grins down at me. “That’s exactly what I was saying.”

I swat his ass. “I am not having this discussion now.”

He just gives me a wicked smile and responds by pounding me deeper, harder until I’m saying nonsensical things involving his cock, the jets in my hot tub, my pussy and his tongue.

He groans along with me, and with every dirty word out of my mouth, his face contorts in pleasure until he’s coming in a roar to rival mine.

When he’s finished, he collapses beside me, breathing hard as we both try to catch our breaths. “I wanted that to be longer. But shit, woman. You talking about your pussy makes it impossible.”

I laugh softly, wondering what has gotten into me, and stare at my bedroom ceiling.

I’ve never been into dirty talk before, but that and a whole lot of other things happening in the bedroom are all new experiences I’m overjoyed to be experiencing.

My entire body feels warm and pleasantly foggy as if I just ate the best meal of my life, took a hot bath and woke from a nap.

Not only that, but the pain that was present before Dexter arrived has mysteriously vanished.

I blink a few times and smile as I turn to look at Dexter. “You fixed my headache again,” I say.

He looks puzzled but turns on his side to kiss me again. “Never fixed a woman’s headache before. Given them one, definitely.”

I slap his shoulder right below the scar, and he flinches. “Be gentle. Or I’ll find another physical therapist to take care of me.”

I narrow my eyes and mock growl at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He reaches for my hand and traces a finger over the healing bite marks. “No, I wouldn’t.”

Dexter looks entirely serious as he frowns at the snake bite that almost killed me. “I didn’t realize it until I nearly lost you. But you’re exactly what I need.”

I smile as his touch makes shivers travel down my hand. “You’re what I need too,” I say.

And he is. He’s not just amazingly generous in bed, he’s brave, courteous and gallant.

Just like in my childhood fantasy, he came to my rescue when I needed to be saved.

There are no two ways about it.

Dexter is my real life, smoking hot, modern-day…knight in shining armor.

***

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