Rebound (7 page)

“
Hi.” He said with a
smile.

“
Hi. I have to go to the
bathroom,” I said self-consciously.

“
Oh, yeah. It’s right
behind me,” he turned and pointed to the door behind him. I walked
gingerly on my tip toes toward the door very aware of the dull ache
on my left leg. I closed the door as soon as I got into the
bathroom. I sat down on the toilet, the tension released as I
urinated. Relieving myself after a long night of drinking was
almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.

I washed my hands. I looked around the
bathroom. A pretty little half bath with marbled tile throughout
the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, God, I looked
horrible. Note to self: never drink again. My face was puffy. The
makeup from last night was caked and streaked in parts on my face.
My black, curly hair was frizzy and wild around my head. I turned
on the cold water, pulled up the stopper, and let the cold water
collect in the sink. After turning off the water, I dunked my head
in. It would be great if I could spend ten minutes soaking my face
in the cold water to reduce the puffiness. As I dipped my face into
the water for a third time, I felt the dull pain and remembered
that I’d hurt my leg. I remembered, he’d left to get his medical
bag when I cut my shin. Think, Perla. What happened
next?

Dashing knocked on the door. “Are you
okay in there?” He must’ve thought that I was looking through his
medicine cabinets, which would be the thing I would do.

“
I’ll be out soon.” I
yelled. I knew I had to get out and face Dashing. I took some of
the water into my hands and ran my moist hands into my hair, hoping
to reactivate the products I’d used last night to smooth out the
frizz. I pulled my hair to the side and twisted my long curls into
a loose bun. I smoothed out the curls at my temples. After pressing
down the stopper, I watched the water drain out quickly. I rinsed
my mouth with warm water. I took the hand towel and patted my face
and hands. I wiped down the sink to dry everything. I saw water on
the floor. Nice. I bent down and wiped the floor. Not knowing what
to do with the towel, I held onto it. I said a little prayer, sign
of the cross on my forehead, deep inhale, and exhaled on turning
the door knob.

I stepped out into the bright room. I
could see the skyline clearly now that the sun was partially
covered by clouds; gorgeous view. From my peripheral vision, I saw
Dashing coming toward me from the kitchen. Nervous bubbles rose in
my belly to my chest. I felt flushed.

“
I made coffee. How do you
take yours?” He asked gently.

“
I’ll just take it black.”
He looked at me quizzically, raising a dark, full brow that he’d
raised when I met with him in his consultation room.

“
Really? I thought you
would want it light and sweet.” It was my turn to question that
remark.

“
What does that mean? Is
there a way people take their coffee based on personality. I’m
neither light or sweet.” I declared. He smirked and grabbed at my
hand.

“
When you came into my
office, you were drinking a latte. I could smell the sugar when I
leaned over you to test your legs. What’s this?” He looked at my
hand. I raised the towel. I was still mulling over his recollection
that I drank a latte and that my breath smelled sweet. I almost
came.

“
I used it to clean up
some of the water off the floor. I couldn’t find a place to put it
for laundering.”

“
No worries. Glynnis will
take care of that.” He took the towel.

“
Glynnis?” I asked. A bit
of concern that he may have a girlfriend, or worse, a
wife.

“
My house keeper. She’ll
wash it when she comes in on Monday.”

I was relieved that Glynnis is his
house keeper, but I was more intrigued that he had one. It always
sounded like such a luxury, one that I couldn’t reconcile when
married to Ben. There was an expectation that I take care of work
and home.

He took my hand and walked me toward
the kitchen counter. He pulled out the stool and lifted my arm to
have a seat. He’s such a gentleman. I experienced it last night
when we were at the club. I found his manners and control
irresistible, but I needed to proceed with caution. Alcohol, on
both of our parts, could have been the reason for why he approached
me at the club. If I hadn’t had a few shots of liquid courage, I
wouldn’t have had the courage to tell him that I was sober enough
to fuck him.

Despite having a house keeper, he
looked very comfortable in the kitchen. He retrieved two glass mugs
and poured coffee into both. He poured steamed milk into one and
stirred. He handed me the black coffee. I’m lactose intolerant. I
didn’t want to get into it with a doctor, albeit an orthopedic
surgeon.

“
Thank you.” I took a sip
and while I knew it would wake me up and beat back the lingering
hangover, it was horrible without steamed almond or soy milk and
five raw sugars.

“
Would you like something
to eat? I can make you some eggs or something.”

Mmm, ‘he cooks’, I thought. I couldn’t
stomach any food right now. I would’ve loved for him to cook for me
because it would be a nice change of pace. “You cook?” I ask
incredulously.

“
Yes. I can make a few
things. Breakfast is my specialty.” He replied
confidently.

“
I’m not really up for
food right now, but I’ll take you up on breakfast some other time.”
I said hopefully. He smirked and closed the refrigerator
door.

“
How’s your leg?” He asked
seriously, walking around the counter. He pulled up the stool
beside me and sat down. He reached over to my left leg, turning my
stool in the process. At his touch, I felt the jolt of electricity
rise from my belly to my chest. He lifted my left leg up to his lap
and laid it on his tight quad. I could feel the hardness of his
thighs under my calf. He stroked my leg with the tips of my
fingers. I had to stifle a moan by biting my lower lip. The saliva
collected in my mouth because the lump in my throat made it hard to
swallow. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. And I clenched my pussy
to reduce the wetness that was pooling. I took a deep breath and
swallowed.

“
It hurts a little.” I
looked down when I felt him pulling up the tape around the cotton
gauze. Thank goodness I shaved. Twice I’ve shaved for this man.
Well, once; when I visited him at his clinic. I shaved yesterday
for the party, and the unintended effect was him now touching my
freshly shaved leg. I just wish it were under different
circumstances. Thankfully, I’d also lady-scaped my mound, which
hopefully will come in handy.

He pulled up the gauze and inspected
the three sutures that he inserted to close the gash that I created
by being silly while dancing with Keta. I guess I must’ve passed
out because I didn’t remember him stitching me up. I let out a loud
sigh. He looked up at me with a serious face, almost reading my
thoughts.

“
It looks fine. There’ll
be a small scar. These are dissolvable stitches, so no need for
follow up unless it gets infected. I’ll keep an eye on it.” That
last statement was a surprise. So ‘he’ll keep an eye on it.’ Does
this mean we’ll see each other again? What would be the
circumstances?

I felt him put the gauze back down
over the stitches and gently pressed down the tape to hold it in
place. For such big hands, he was extremely gentle. He didn’t lower
my leg off his thigh. He kept it on his lap, even after he
retrieved his coffee mug and took a sip. His fingertips lightly
caressed my skin. As he drank, he looked straight through me as if
trying to read me. My heart skipped several beats as his grip
started to tighten and he began kneading my calf. My muscles
tightened above his grasp. My toes started to curl. I could feel
the stirrings in my groin. I needed to break his gaze because it
was so sexy that it was making me uncomfortable.

“
Thank you so much for
taking care of me last night. I don’t want to keep you from your
day. I’ll just get dressed and go.” I said not-so-convincingly. I
attempted to pull my leg off and he held me firmly in his
grasp.

“
I don’t have much to do
today. I have to go to the hospital later this morning and do a few
rounds. I’m not on-call. I’d like to spend it with you, if you’re
free.” I felt like my heart would burst in my chest. I needed to
play this cool.

“
I’m free, but I think I
should go. I’ve imposed enough. You’ve been really kind to me. I
don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for taking care of me
last night.” Again, I started to slide my leg down so I could get
up from the stool. He held a strong grip on my calf and with his
left hand he held me onto the chair by the waist.

“
You’ve already mentioned
how you can repay me. Remember? Last night? When we were dancing.”
I shuddered internally at the memory of our first kiss. My nipples
hardened in my bra. My breasts felt heavy and uncomfortable in my
bra. It was suddenly hot in here. I felt my face flush.

“
Hmm. I don’t remember.
Remind me again what I said.” I played it coy. He set his mug down
and leaned close to my face. Mouth so close that I could smell the
sweet coffee on his breath. Not wanting him to smell my morning
breath mixed with black coffee, I kept my mouth closed and tilted
my head down slightly. He moved his hand from my waist and reached
up to touch my chin. His hands were so warm.

He lifted up my chin so my eyes looked
into his. “You told me that you, and I’m paraphrasing, were
capacitated enough for me to take you home so I can fuck you. But
you wouldn’t come home with me. You went back to your friends,
drank more, danced more, fell, hurt yourself. And then you passed
out when I pulled out the needle for the anesthetic so I could
stitch you up. I didn’t get a chance to fuck you last night, but
will I today?” With that question, he leaned in close to my face,
his eyes wide open waiting for me to lean in and acquiesce. I
leaned in to meet his lips. He parted my mouth with his
tongue.

His hand rose up my leg onto my thigh,
and he squeezed my leg tightly as we kissed. He could kiss. I
touched his neck, my fingers snaking through his dark, wavy hair.
He groaned at my touch. I massaged his scalp with my fingers while
exploring deeply in his mouth with my tongue.

I pulled away briefly and I hopped off
the stool, leaving my left leg on his lap. With my right hip, I
turned into and parted his legs and I stood in between them. His
hand rose up my thigh and he reached for my ass. His other hand
slowly dropped to my neck and onto the skin exposed on my
chest.

With both hands, he cupped my breasts.
He squeezed them together, and his thumbs circularly stroked my
nipples. I moaned with the sensation. I was completely soaked. I
pulled his head even closer to mine and started to suck his bottom
lip and darted my tongue in and out of his mouth. I couldn’t get
enough of him.

He moved closer to the edge of the
stool and planted his feet down on the floor, bracing himself. I
brought my hip closer to his groin. I could feel how hard he was. I
lowered my right hand and touched his hardened penis, covered by
the flimsy fabric of his boxer shorts. He pulled his head back, let
out a slight groan, and he tightened his grip on my ass. I found
the opening in his boxer shorts and slipped my thumb in feeling the
pulsating veins. His skin was satiny soft. With my thumb, I trailed
upward to the head and circled around feeling the wetness emitted
from his opening.

His fingers pushed through the elastic
lining of my panties and he caressed the flesh on my round, left
buttock. He widened his fingers, caressing between my ass and
pussy. His arm pulled me closer to his pelvis. From behind, he
entered a long finger into my opening, he groaned when he confirmed
that I was wet. My breath hitched and I moaned at the touch of my
inner folds. It had been a long time since a man’s strong hands
touched me so gently.

He held me tight to his body. My
breasts crushed by his chest as he kissed my chin then nuzzled my
head to expose my neck. He kissed and bit my neck as I arched my
back wanting more of his fervent kisses. He picked up my right leg
over his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and braced myself
on his shoulders The butterflies fluttered inside of me. With both
hands on my ass, rocking my bottom up and down, and grinding me
against his hard penis. My clit was on fire, and I was on the brink
of orgasm.

The heat from our bodies overtook me
and made my breath shallow. The kissing consumed me so much that I
lost my breath. I felt light headed and overwhelmed with the
sensations coursing through my body. I hadn’t felt this kind of
hunger. The physical and emotional sensations he brought out of me
were indescribable. I’ve never wanted a man so much. I continued to
writhe, arching my back as the climax built up. His thumb circled
my clit as I wriggled to come. I came with a release of tension and
anxiety, clutching him for dear life. I wanted more.

“
I need to be inside of
you.” He growled in my ear, and continued to grind me, but slowed
and loosened the pressure, allowing me to recover. I was still
aroused and wanted him inside of me, but common sense tried to
prevail over my delirious passion. He sought my mouth and we kissed
deeply. I pulled away from his mouth to slow down the fury. Resting
my forehead on his cheek, I took deep breaths, suppressing the
dissipating waves of orgasm.