Beautifully Awake(56)

There was something familiar about those beautiful grey eyes that mirrored my own. He wasn’t just tormented; he was broken too.

“When you said the rules didn’t apply in my world—baby, you weren’t wrong. Fuck, you were more right than you’ll ever know. It’s fucking toxic. I’m toxic. You-”



I interrupted him because it wasn’t so long ago that his words could have been my own. “Chase, don’t-”

“Blue, baby. I couldn’t walk away now if I tried. You’re mine. Hear me? Mine ... say it.” Even in the darkness of the bedroom his eyes were as passionate as his words.

“Yours.”

“Look at me.” I was, but I knew what he meant. Look past the outside; dive deeper. “I know I don’t deserve you. But I won’t share. I can’t. I’m not built that way. Not any of you. You’re mine, baby.” He needed reassurance as much as I did that this was real.

“Yours, baby ... yours.” Because as much as I was his, he was mine.

Then Dr. Possessive did what he does and made love to me again. And suddenly sleeping in seemed like the best idea. Ever.





Iglanced at my phone trying to focus, still half asleep. I had to change that damn text alert chime. And I really needed to stop sleeping in contacts.

I’m in labor

Oh my god. Pick up. Why wasn’t she picking up the damn phone?

“Hey, Asspuck. What happened to calling when you got home?”

“Sier, where are you? It’s too early ... you okay, the baby?”

“Oh. I’m not in labor,” she said wryly.

“Sierra! What the hell is wrong with you? I almost had a freaking heart attack.”

“Good, that’s what you get. Now you know how I felt. Maybe you’ll think twice before disappearing for a weekend without calling to let me know you’re okay. For all I knew, Dr. Hot-as-Balls kidnapped and killed you.”

“Dramatic much? I texted you.”

“Oh, you mean your sorry I have to cancel, explain later text an hour before we were supposed to meet. That text?”

“K, Mom, point made. Are you done being annoying?”

“Hell no. Now I want details. And don’t leave out the good parts. Damn, you weren’t kidding. Holy shit, he’s hot. But please say he’s not always that intense. He looked like a man possessed. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to rip your clothes off or Guy’s eyes out more. I can’t believe I left you. Shit. I totally wasn’t thinking. My damn placenta brain. With Dodd away all week I was horny, and then when you didn’t answer your phone, I felt like total shit that I encouraged you. I just, I don’t know, I didn’t expect him to be so...” Sierra was rambling. Sierra never rambled. And that made me feel guilty.



“Stop. I get it. You’re so right. I’m sorry. I should have called, but really ... you don’t have to worry. He’s definitely intense, but that’s only one part of him. He’s the real deal, Sier,” I paused. It was difficult to describe it or define it. “I can’t explain it, but it’s good. He’s good. I think I trust him ... am I crazy?”

“Fine, you’re forgiven, but the jury is still out on Dr. Fucknuts. Speaking of—still waiting. How was it? Should I call him Dr. Crowbar? When they are that insanely hot, it’s a flip of the coin whether they actually know how to use the damn thing, so which is it? Please say you scored heads?”

I chuckled. “You have serious issues, you know that, right?”

“Absolutely, but that’s why you love me! Don’t leave me hanging.”

“Fine. Yes. Definitely heads ... umm ... all around.” If Sierra only saw my smile.

“That’s freaking fantastic.” Her belly laugh was contagious even over the phone.

“Okay. Are we done now? I have to get ready for work, and I’m seeing you for lunch in only a few hours.”

“Wait. You’re not at work? It’s almost eight. Where the hell are you?”

Oh, lying sprawled out in Dr. Sex’s massive bed, naked.

“Oh. We stayed at Chase’s last night. We got back from New York a little late, and his apartment is closer to the hospital.” Not to mention Dr. Sexy is also Dr. Possessive and not really big into sharing, not even with my apartment.

“You were in the city? What? But why aren’t you at work? Did your vagina need a sick day?”

“Ha-ha. NO! Just going in a little late.” I wasn’t even sure where to begin with that one. I gave in on the whole morning rounding thing last night, but I had a feeling we needed to re-address that issue. I did not need to bring up Dr. Dominant just yet.