Epilogue

epilogue

Maxine

a few years later…

"Dr. Briggs, you have a walk-in patient in room three."

I look up to see Lori, the receptionist with her head poked in my office door. I nod and finish chewing my bite of grape salad. After swallowing a sip of iced tea, I nod.

"Emergency?"

Lori chuckles. "Not exactly."

"Oh, hell. Can't wait to see this one." I stand and round my desk.

Being the main doctor in a small town is never boring, I'll say that. No, we don't get all the drama that you get in a big city emergency room, but I've removed barbed wire from some surprising body parts.

And we do have a small supply of rattlesnake anti-venom we keep in stock for emergencies. Because out in these wild hills of Texas, things happen.

Doc West and I share a practice now. He's the pediatrician and I'm the general practitioner. Since he already had an established practice, it was perfect for me to slide right in. Plus they hadn't had a general doctor in town for a while and many of his patients had grown up.

I rap my knuckles on the door of room three then open it to find my husband sitting up on the table and our two year old daughter standing on his thighs.

"Mommy!" she squeals when I walk in.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

Andrew points vaguely to his throat. "She karate chopped me and I think she might have broken my trachea," he says in an exaggerated hoarse voice.

I roll my eyes. "She's two, Cheeks. I doubt she could break anything."

"She's freakishly strong," he grumbles.

"So she throat punched you and you came to see me for an exam?"

"Yes. It really does hurt."

I grab my daughter off the table and turn her around smooshing kisses all over her face and neck. I open the door and tell her to go to Miss Lori's desk and ask for a sucker. Then I remind her she has to sit still while she has it.

When I turn around and close the door behind me, I give my husband a look.

"You need me to examine you, baby?" I lock the door and walk towards the table. "If you wanted to play doctor, you could have just asked."

"I was being serious, Maxine." He scrapes his hand over his face and looks up at me with blatant lust darkening his features. "But dammit, sweet thing, now you've got me all hard."

I step forward and put my stethoscope in my ears, then press it to his chest. "Deep breath. Again. That's good. Your heart beat is a little elevated though."

His big hands slide up and palm my tits. "Wonder why."

I examine his neck and throat, making sure that our tiny offspring didn't do any permanent damage to my husband. But he's all good.

"Everything looks good, Mr. Briggs. But I do need have one more test to perform. Now for this specific test, I'm going to need you to be as quiet as possible. Do you understand?" I look up into his face and his pupils are completely blown.

"Mrs. Briggs, are you going to be naughty?"

"That's Doctor Briggs to you and yes. I'm going to be very naughty." I unfasten his jeans and he's already hard as steel for me. "Remember, don't make a sound."

Then I pull out his cock and swirl my tongue around the head.

"Fuck, sweet thing," he whispers.

I run my thumb over to the side of his pelvis, over the tattoo there. I can't see it right now, but I know I'm touching it. His narwhal. It isn't cutesy or cartoon-like. It looks more like a drawing from an old text book. A real narwhal. Not a magical, imaginary animal, but one that's very real. Just rare.

Like our love. This man has single handedly changed my life and taught me so much about love.

I suck him hard into my mouth and his fingers thread through my hair.

"I love you so fucking much," he whispers.

I just keep my eyes closed and put all of my love into my current task.

Can a quicky blow job be romantic? Maybe not. But it's us and that's all that matters.