Page 36 of Rescuing Dr. Marian (Made Marian Legacy #1)

TOMMY

There were three weeks left of the summer SERA session. The past week had flown by in a hazy fog of hard work and harder sex. After I’d fucked Foster in the cabin that first night, I’d become obsessed with trying it every which way possible, which had very quickly led to him fucking me.

The first two times had been semi-aborted attempts, the first due to a premature ejaculation situation I wasn’t even sorry for.

The man had magic fingers, and it turned out…

I had a very sensitive prostate. That had led to a sleepless night of trying to repeat the experience as many times as humanly possible until I’d finally passed out, sprawled over Foster’s chest for the final hour before sunrise.

The second attempt had been wildly successful. So wild and successful, in fact, I was a convert. Sex with Foster was all I could think about, all I wanted to do, all the time.

I felt like a sex-crazed teenager… which might have ex plained why I’d spent the better part of a scouting hike with Foster begging him to fuck me in the woods.

“Not happening,” he grunted as he stepped up a steep embankment threaded with thick roots, sending pebbles and dirt chunks down the embankment behind him.

He reached back to lend me a hand, but I batted it away and climbed up after him. “My med kit has lube, if that’s what’s holding you back.”

“It’s not.” He continued through the trees in search of the right spot to place our search and rescue training target for the upcoming sign-cutting drill.

Since the students assigned to medical rotation were stuck in the classroom doing a CPR refresher course this morning, I’d elected to accompany Foster on his hike.

It was proving very frustrating.

We continued moving farther off the trail and deeper into the woods. The air was cooler up here than at SERA, and I enjoyed the break from being around lots of other people.

I also enjoyed the view of Foster Blake’s ass in those shorts and the way his hair flicked out around the edges of the backward ball cap he’d stolen from me.

After a few more minutes, it was clear Foster wasn’t to be deterred from his mission. So I tried a different tactic.

“You haven’t asked me about Stanford. It’s been two weeks .” He was in front of me, leading the way, so I could only see the tensing of his shoulders as he froze for a beat, the gray SERA T-shirt stretched wide over his shoulders.

A twig snapped loudly under his boot as he finally moved again. “I figured if you wanted to tell me, you’d tell me. ”

“Aren’t you curious at all?”

“Not really.”

Now, he was just pissing me off. “Why not?”

He stopped and turned. “Because I know you exceeded their expectations. Because I know you charmed the pants off of them, and I know they want you. What’s to ask?”

I threw out my hands in frustration. “Oh, I don’t know, what I thought about it? How I’m feeling about it? What it was like to try to impress people and be on the top of my game while sleep-deprived and exhausted and worrying about my sister?”

Foster’s face fell. “Tommy, I?—”

I held up a hand. “Spare me whatever the fuck too-little, too-late bullshit you’re getting ready to fumble, okay?”

He took a step toward me, but I glared at him, freezing him in place.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the sound of happy chatter broke through the woods from the direction of the trail.

By unspoken agreement, Foster and I remained silent until after they’d passed.

When he spoke again, it was in a softer voice.

“I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

I folded my arms over my chest. “First, you can explain why you care so little about my feelings. It’s one thing to want to keep things casual, Foster, and a completely different thing to deliberately not give a shit about the person you’re being casual with.”

His expression was pained. “I do care. I care too fucking much, that’s the problem.

And the only way this works is if I keep those feelings to myself.

” He stopped and blew out a breath, threading the fingers of both hands together over his ball cap.

“But you’re right. I wasn’t even being a good friend, and I’m sorry. ”

Foster’s confession shocked me. I’d suspected he had serious feelings for me, hoped he did, but he’d never admitted it out loud.

I’d only sensed it in the way he touched me.

The way he cared for me when I was in need of comfort or reassurance.

The way he’d practically attacked me when I’d returned from California.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” he asked again.

I teetered between two paths. One of them would include forcing him to talk about his feelings, get them out in the open so we could try and figure out a way to be together despite seemingly impossible odds.

The other was to admit the truth to myself. That he was right to keep his feelings to himself. Because there really wasn’t a clean solution to this, and he’d made it very clear from the beginning he wasn’t interested in a messy one.

The fact was, I’d nailed my Stanford interviews.

More than that, I’d loved it there. The people were amazing, the opportunity was top-notch, and the proximity to my family couldn’t be beat.

I’d grown up only thirty minutes away in Hillsborough.

My parents and grandparents still lived there, and several of my high school friends had remained in the area.

Accepting a job there would be a no-brainer…

And it was no place at all for a Wyoming sheriff who belonged under this big sky, breathing clean mountain air and remaining king of his castle.

“You can fuck me,” I said, sticking out my chin. “Right here and right now. ”

I might as well have waved a red cape in front of an angry bull. His eyes narrowed as he assessed me for a beat.

Then he began stalking closer. “Yeah? Right here where anyone could see us? See you , ass out for any random hiker who comes along?”

My chest heaved as the air got thinner. “If not you, then I really will have to grab a random hiker.”

His jaw ticked. “Like hell you will. Open your pants, Doc.”

I looked around, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. “Or maybe?—”

“Pants. Off.”

After dropping my pack, my hands went to my belt, flicking it open as quickly as possible and fumbling for the button and zipper. Foster rifled through my pack until he found what he was looking for: a single packet of medical lubricant. Score .

I shot him an I-told-you-so grin.

“You’re entirely too smug right now,” he grumbled, moving closer to me while reaching for his own belt. “When we wind up arrested for public indecency and I lose my career over this, I need you to remember whose idea it was.”

I could tell from the tone in his voice he wasn’t at all interested in being talked out of it. I batted my eyelashes at him. “But, Sheriff, I was just doing what you said. You said if I walked into the trees and acted like a good boy for you, you wouldn’t write me up…”

He laughed and shook his head. “Shut the fuck up before I lose my boner.”

I turned to face the tree behind me and waggled my bare ass at him. “Is this good enough for you, sir? Am I being a good boy?”

Foster moved up behind me, a thick finger with cold gel moving straight to my hole. “Role-playing isn’t for you, sweetheart.”

I sucked in a breath as he deliberately dragged his fingertip down along my gland. “Dr. Blake, are you sure this… this kind of exam is necessary for a sprained ankle?”

Foster’s large hand came around and clamped over my mouth. “How about pretending to be a pain in the ass getting fucked against a tree?” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Can you do that for me?”

I closed my eyes and made a sound of agreement as he pushed his slick cock between my cheeks. I was up on my toes, the rough bark from the tree sharp against my forehead. The intrusion of his giant dick required me panting through my nose as my body stretched to accommodate his.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, making my stomach clench. “ Such a good boy for me.”

My eyes rolled up. Foster’s muscled forearm tightened around my front as he began thrusting into me, continuing to murmur dirty encouragement in my ear as his other hand tightened over my mouth.

The breeze blew across my skin, but I hardly felt it. I did feel the familiar scratch of his happy trail on my skin, the softness of his lips on my ear, and the solid anchor of his larger frame around mine.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if anyone came upon us like this, he’d do anything within his power to hide me from view, even if that meant sacrificing himself and his entire career.

Foster was rock solid. Dependable. Loyal. Kind .

And I was gone for him.

As he continued to fuck me against that tree, giving me everything I wanted, I felt euphoric, like I was high on the very best pain meds.

Unfortunately, even the best highs only end in one of two ways.

And neither one of them was enjoyable.