Chapter 4

4

HUGH

S he's a fucking virgin.

Some part of me already knew it somehow. But coming across concrete proof of it with my face between her legs and her sweet honey all over my face is something totally different than just being told.

I should probably feel a little guilty for not stopping when I found out, but fuck it. She wanted it, I wanted it, and she was begging me to keep going. So I gave her what she wanted, and soon enough, I'm going to give her even more than that.

The thought makes me instantly hard, and I have to adjust myself underneath my scrub pants, pulling my doctor's coat in front of my legs. I can't stay hard at work all the time, but now that Haley is in my life, it's hard not to be. She affects me like nothing else.

I hate that she won't be at my place when I get off work tonight. I saw her leave on the security camera a few hours after I did this morning, and while it pissed me off to think that she might not be sleeping under my roof again after two nights of being with me, I am also aware that I'm skirting the edge of pushing her too hard.

After making her come on my kitchen counter, I made Haley go back to bed for a few hours and rest her exhausted body. When she got up a few hours later, I got us takeout and we ate in front of my enormous television on the couch, and once the to-go boxes were empty, she snuggled up to me and fell asleep again. Poor thing, she's had a strange few days. Not that I regret putting her through her paces with my mouth and tongue.

God, I have to get my mind out of the fucking gutter or I'm not going to get an ounce of work done.

Today is a normal workday for me in the neurology department, so there isn't the rush that comes with my monthly ER shift. As I'm logging information, one of the other doctors in the department sidles up next to me and leans against the wall. It's Dr. Green, one of the last people in the entire hospital that I ever want to talk to because, frankly, he annoys the hell out of me. Short, pudgy, and carrying an overly confident attitude, he's just the type of person I tried to avoid in medical school—only in the field for the praise and the money.

"Have a good day off, Harvey?" he asks, crossing his arms.

I only grunt, not bothering to look up from my computer.

"Because it wasn't scheduled, which made things hard for me, having to pick up your slack."

Now he doesn't even get a grunt. I wish he would go the fuck away.

Of course, he continues. "But you know what was weird? Your son came in twice looking for you. I thought he might vomit on the floor when the secretary let it slip that you had taken a sick day."

This catches my attention, but I don't give him any indication of it. I don't want to talk to Green, but I do need to know if Alex is hovering around the hospital. My days here might be numbered by my own choice, but it still doesn't look great for me if my son is being a creep around patients.

I stand up and push past Green, hitting him with my shoulder as I go. The secretary looks like a deer in headlights when I approach her, but she is more than happy to tell me about Alex's two visits. The more she says, the more pissed off I am. I'm going to have to shut this shit down with him before it gets out of hand. I had hoped to break the news about Haley belonging to me in every way slowly and easily to my son, but if he is going to keep pushing every boundary, then I'm going to just have to tell him.

I try to return to work as usual, putting my son and all the problems he's about to cause me from my mind, but Dr. Green Won't. Let. It. Go. He finds me every time I try to take a second to myself, questioning me on why I'm ignoring my son and why he would be so desperate to look for me here. I swear that if it wouldn't get me fired, I'd knock his teeth down his throat.

"Green…" I growl when he manages to corner me in the breakroom again. "If you don't leave me the fuck?—"

"Dr. Harvey?" The quiet voice of my secretary interrupts me in the breakroom doorway. "You've got someone here to see you at the front desk."

My stomach drops. I don't want to have this confrontation right now. Later, sure, but now…

Green gives me a smug look, but the secretary quickly adds, "It's a woman!" and the other doctor's face falls.

Meanwhile, a smile appears on mine. There's only one woman that could be here to see me, and I'm more than happy to see her, too. Under normal circumstances, I'd be on guard seeing a former patient intimately, but Haley was in the ER. Far from the neurology department. No one here will recognize her.

Once again, I shoulder Green aside (I might enjoy it a little bit too much) and stalk through the halls to the front desk lobby. Haley is there, waiting for me, a drink carrier with two large cups of coffee in her hands.

She's so damn beautiful that it also defies reason. Her dark, wavy hair is in a loose braid, pieces falling around her heart-shaped face, and she's smiling at me like I'm the best thing she's ever laid eyes on. In a leather bomber jacket, pale pink scarf, and jeans, she's a fantasy come to life.

"Haley," I greet, coming around the desk to her.

"Hugh," she replies, eyes twinkling. "I brought you coffee to, um, say thank you and that–" I watch in satisfaction as her cheeks go red, "and that I had a good time."

"Did you?" I pluck one of the cups of coffee from the holder and take a sip, raising my eyebrows when I notice that she remembered exactly how I take it from the morning I made her breakfast. I slowly lick my lips, never breaking eye contact with her. "This tastes delicious. "

I didn't think she could blush any harder, but she does, the double meaning of my words clear to her. She's about to say something, but then I hear the door swish open from the entrance, and I hold up my hand to stop Haley. Because my son has just walked in.

To make matters worse, I know that Dr. Green, the secretary, and all the other neurology workers have filtered out to be close by, curious about the woman who has come to visit me. Alex showing up just makes an even better show for them. My temper flares red hot. There's no way to get out of this, and I doubt there's any way to resolve it peacefully.

Alex is looking at me right now since he's only able to see the back of Haley's head, and he looks relieved. At least for now. "Dad," he huffs. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for days–"

"You know where I live," I grit out, but he just looks annoyed.

"Yeah, like almost an hour out of the city. You know I don't have a car." He keeps approaching, and I weigh the options of cutting him off and taking him outside before he sees Haley, and just letting him come close so we can get this over with. "Why have you been avoiding me? If this is about me bringing Haley…Haley?"

His voice changes from questioning to confused as Haley turns around and Alex gets a good look at her. I can see him putting the pieces together in his mind—her presence, the coffee and cup carrier still in her grasp, and the matching cup in mine. His eyes drag between me and her, and all I can do is cross my arms and wait for him to speak, daring him with my eyes to make a scene. I hope he has at least some self-awareness left in him somewhere.

Finally, everything clicks for my son, and he goes pale, looking sick to his stomach. Then, there's a flash of temper. "What in the fuck is going on here?"

Haley's eyes are wide, and she looks directly at me, begging me with her expression to handle this. I feel bad for her, I really do, but not at all for Alex or the fact that I'm just a better man for Haley than he is. She's mine, and he needs to just get over it. The faster the better.

But I can handle Alex if it makes Haley feel better. "What's going on is none of your business, Alex. And it definitely isn't business that we're going to talk about where I work. So why don't you just go home and call me later, son?"

"Hell no." He jerks his head side to side. "I want to know why she's bringing you coffee and why the both of you have been ghosting me!"

Neither of them is going to like this, but being blunt might be the only way to cut this encounter short. "What do you think is going on, Alex?" I laugh mockingly. "Because you might just be right."

I see his fists clench and his jaw go tight. "Are you trying to tell me that you're messing around with my girlfriend, Dad?"

Haley is the one who answers, surprising both Alex and me. "I'm not your girlfriend. I never really was. We just went on a few dates and it didn't work out."

He whips around to face her. "So you decided to fuck my father?!"

I see red instantly. How dare he speak to her like that? Son or not, no one is going to speak to my woman that way.

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm on Alex, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up until his face is close to mine and he's on his tiptoes. Alex is shocked, just like everyone else in the room, but he's the only one I'm concerned about.

"You have been taking advantage of everyone in your life for long enough, you little shit," I hiss at him through clenched teeth. "You are a grown man now, Alex, and I have no problem whipping your ass if it puts you in your place and makes you start taking things seriously. What you are not going to do is speak to Haley ever again. Don't call her, don't text her, don't even think about her." I give him a little shake, feeling his hands trying to pry my fingers off him to no avail. "Do you fucking hear me, Alex? Do you?"

He doesn't want to answer, but there's genuine fear on his face when he finally stutters, "Y-yes. Yes! I get it, okay!"

I drop him, and he stumbles, barely able to keep his feet. I can feel everyone's eyes on us, but I simply straighten my doctor's coat and approach Haley, taking her hand. Leaning down, I tell her quietly, "Follow me. I'll get you out of here."

I don't give fuck how Alex is recovering. I'm fuming, ready to destroy anyone that stands in my way. Their faces don't even register with me, just Haley's small hand in mine and the way I can feel her nervousness through it.

She's all that matters. Haley needs me, and I'm determined to take care of my little girl.

I lead her through the hallway of exam rooms and out the back exit into the daylight. As soon as we're outside, Haley lets out an exhale of relief. She's shaking like a leaf, so much so that her teeth are almost chattering.

"Come here," I pull her into my arms, stroking her back as she settles. "It's okay. It's over."

Her voice is quavering as she responds. "I just thought we'd have more time before that happened. I mean, I don't know what you and I are, but?—"

I stop her right there, leaning back enough to capture her mouth in a deep kiss that answers all of her questions. I intend to have Haley and to keep her. I think deep down she knows that but is afraid to admit it to herself. So, as I delve my tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth, I make the kiss into a claim. I want there to be no doubts in her mind.

It's supposed to be just a kiss, but my blood is running so hot from the almost-fight and having to think about Haley all day that I can't resist touching her body. Who gives a fuck if everyone is just a wall away inside the building? I want her, so I'll have her.

Haley arches into my touch as I skim my hands down her back until I can grip her ass in both of my hands. I can feel her warmth even through the denim and the way she melts into both the kiss and my hands. Slowly, I back her up until her back hits the brick wall of the building, pressing my body flush against hers so she can feel how real my desire for her really is.

She gasps as I thrust against her in a preview of what is to come for the two of us later. Haley's hands card through my hair, her clever little tongue sliding over mine. She caresses the muscles of my chest, pushing her hands under my shirt, driving me wild. I can't keep my hands off her, either. I pull the zipper of her jacket down, palming her full breasts through her shirt and pinching at her nipples until she's panting into my mouth. Then, I pop the button on her jeans, and my sweet Haley only hesitates for a second. She trusts me.

"Should we…here?" she asks, breaths coming short.

My answer is my fingers jerking her zipper down, and my hand pushing into her jeans. Past her panties, my fingers find her swollen, wet pussy, and Haley moans in approval. She's so responsive to my touch, and when I stroke her clit, she shivers with pleasure.

The world has narrowed down to my mouth on hers and my fingers on her pussy, so much so that I don't even think twice about pleasuring her behind the hospital. Haley grips my arms with her hands, surrendering herself to me, out here right in the middle of the day.

I love feeling her get wetter and wetter for me, her hips moving in time to my caresses. I'm going to make her come, right here and now, so there's no doubt in her mind that she is mine. That no one else on earth can make her feel the way I do.

Haley tenses, her legs stiffening, and I know that I have her. But…of fucking course, now is when the back door flies open and the secretary comes rushing out, calling for me.

She hasn't seen me and Haley yet, so with a muted curse, I pull my hand out of her pants and redo the zipper and button as fast as I can. Haley is still reeling when I take her hand again and make her follow me once more, even as she's trying to catch her breath.

When we make it to my car, she leans against it and looks at me with a frantic look. "Did we almost get caught?"

"Yes. But who cares?" I raise an eyebrow, teasing her. "Are you embarrassed, Haley?"

She bites her lip, not sure how to respond. I chuckle and pull her in to kiss her on her forehead and drag my knuckles across her soft cheek. I like making her flustered.

"Thank you for the coffee, Haley. And for not bolting when I had to confront my son. I have a few things to finish up here at the office, but can I see you tonight?"

She looks unsure. "I have a shift at the bookstore tonight…maybe tomorrow?"

I narrow my eyes, searching her face to see how far I can press her on this matter. With me, she doesn't have to worry about some meaningless job at a corporate bookstore, but she's also been put through her paces as far as stress goes today already, and I don't know how kindly she'll take to me insisting that she doesn't need her job anymore.

"Do you like working there, Haley?" I ask.

She shrugs one shoulder. "As much as anyone likes a job just to pay the bills I guess. I'd like to open my own bookstore one day and this is good practice, and they have tuition assistance for when college starts back up in the fall, so it's fine."

I consider her words. She has no real attachment to the job. It's just the means to an end. It shouldn't be difficult to get her to see that I can provide for her in every possible way, but I can give her a few more days before bringing it up. Even if the idea of not seeing her tonight makes me annoyed as hell.

I blow out a breath and nod. "Alright, Haley. But tomorrow, you're all mine, okay? Be at my place at 7 pm. Plan to stay the night."

I grip her a little tighter at the end of my demands, and Haley softens, instinctually giving in to me before she even realizes what's happening. Her full lips part and she breathes a quiet, "Okay."

I grin, running my thumb over her lip before releasing her. "Good girl. I'll send a car for you."

I can sense her nervousness but also her excitement about what's going to happen when I have her all to myself again. Haley Lyon is going to give herself to me, and I'm going to take everything she offers without hesitation. I'm going to have her—body and soul—until there's no doubt in her mind that her future is with me.

Back inside the hospital, no one even looks in my direction. Alex is long gone, which might be the first smart decision he's made in years. I have no doubt that I'm going to get at least a scolding email from the higher-ups at the hospital, but what do I care? My specialty means I can go anywhere, and I'm basically on my way out anyway.

I spend the rest of my work day taking care of my patients and avoiding anyone else in the practice that might have something stupid to say to me. I almost make it out without another confrontation, but as I grab my things from my private office, Green is waiting for me in the doorway.

"Eventful day, huh?" he quips, and I sneer at him.

"Get out of my way."

Of course, the man doesn't listen. "Ballsy stuff, hooking up with your son's girl. I get it, though. She's a pretty hot piece of ass."

All of my logical thoughts shut down, and my next actions are made on instinct only. My vision swims in red as I grab the other doctor by the shoulders and slam him into the wall outside of my office. He's so much shorter than I am it's almost comical, but there's nothing funny about how I'm feeling right now. I want to strangle him, to knock him unconscious, but I settle for pulling him forward and slamming him backward again so all the air is knocked out of his lungs in a rush.

My words have to be forced through clenched teeth. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are or what your obsession with my personal life is, Green, but you'd be wise to never speak to me again if you want to keep all your teeth in your mouth."

He looks up at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Y-you can't do this to me! You'll be fired!"

I release him and step back, laughing. "Do you think I give a damn about that? I'm twice the doctor you are, and twice the man. I can work anywhere , you dumb fuck."

Green's face twists in spiteful fury. "So you fuck one girl in her twenties and you think you're hot shit, huh?"

It's taking everything in me not to kick his ass right here and now, but seeing how much my life makes him jealous is satisfying in its own way. Plus, I know there are security cameras all over this damned hospital, and if I can get him to throw the first punch, it will be all too easy to take him down with me. "Ha. I know what kind of man I am, Green. How about you? Worried you won't ever get anyone to fuck you before you lose all your hair?"

The insult works perfectly, and he lunges at me with a strangled yell of rage. Green swings up towards my face with his fist, but he moves almost in slow motion, and my perfectly aimed hit takes him right in the jaw. The smaller man stumbles back, blood trickling between his lips as he hits the wall and slides down, looking dazed. I laugh again, unable to help myself. God, hitting him felt so fucking good. I've been wanting to do that since the first moment I met the motherfucker.

Leaving the other man groaning on the ground, I stalk out of the hospital, glad that the neurology wing is almost empty of other people at this time of the evening. I have a date to plan and a letter of resignation to write.

Then, tomorrow, I have a woman to seduce and a future to map out with her.