Unforeseen, page 13
“I don’t think anything is broken, but I do think you have a pretty severe sprain here. I’d like to take an X-ray, though, just to be sure,” he said, as he began manipulating my foot. “What exactly happened? How’d you trip?”
I grimaced more from the embarrassment that I was facing than from the pain I felt from the doctor twisting my ankle.
“A Barbie,” I blurted out. “It was dark in my room, and I tripped on one of my daughter’s dolls. It rolled beneath my foot, and I twisted my ankle. I think my full body weight landed on it when I hit the floor.” It was close enough to the truth, I thought.
Before the doctor even had a chance to respond, Kaitlyn interjected. Why did I bring her along? “Mommy! That’s not true! My dolls were all put away. Just like you asked,” she beamed, proudly.
“Kaity, it’s fine, Baby. You must’ve forgotten one. I’m not mad,” I tried reassuring her, hoping she would accept my story.
Much to my chagrin, she opted for the truth instead. Why’d I ever teach my daughter that lying was always wrong? “No, Mommy! It was that pink toy that you have. The one that you always say is ‘Mommy’s toy and I can’t ever touch.’ You know, the one you and Aunt Brookie named Bob,” she said, innocently.
I could feel heat rising from my chest as Brooke broke into hysterical laughter.
“Oh my god, I need to go. My ankle is suddenly feeling just fine,” I said, hopping off the table. The universe must’ve been playing tricks on me that day because my ankle gave out as I fell into the doctor’s lap, my face mere inches away from his junk.
“Seriously! Could this day get any fucking worse?” I yelled, quickly trying to hop back up onto the table.
“Mommy said a bad word!” Kaity shouted. Even the doctor who’d been able to maintain professional composure during my daughter’s story, couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. His head thrown back, he let out a belly-laugh.
“Hey Cass, look on the bright side. At least it wasn’t death by dicking,” Brooke blurted out.
That did me in. I was utterly humiliated, but even I could see the humor in the entire situation. I leaned back onto the table and joined them in a chorus of laughter.
I’d been home for a few hours, and just as the doctor had suspected, the X-rays revealed a Grade Two sprain. Providing me with instructions to keep my ankle iced, wrapped, and elevated, he’d also sent me home with crutches as I was not to put weight on the ankle for at least two weeks. If I followed instructions, my injury was expected to heal within four to six weeks. Since wedding season wasn’t quite here, it wouldn’t interfere much with my work schedule.
I suppose, all-in-all, it could’ve turned out much worse. The doctor even told us, as we were leaving, that I’d been his most entertaining patient he’d seen in a while. At first, I wasn’t sure how I should take that comment–as a compliment or not, but then he discreetly handed me his cell number along with a prescription for mild pain killers.
Half-watching a rerun of Married . . . with Children, I held the number, which was scrawled on a prescription slip, between my fingers. I wasn’t really sure what to do with it. I hadn’t even told Brooke that he’d given it to me. After everything that I’d been through, the last thing I wanted was a lecture from my best friend. I couldn’t blame her, she was Blake’s friend, too. And, with everything that he’d recently endured, he definitely deserved better from me.
My phone rang beside me. Looking down, I saw Blake’s name flash across the dimly lit screen. I quickly crumpled up the paper and hurled it across the room. In hindsight, I was acting ridiculously; It’s not like he could’ve seen the number from his apartment in D.C.
“Hey, Blake. What’s up?” I asked, casually.
“Carpenter, you don’t have to play coy. I talked to Rich earlier. He told me what happened with you today.”
“He did?” I asked, hesitantly. How did Rich know that the doctor had given me his number? Had Brooke seen him slip it to me, after all? Oh god, he’s probably golfing buddies with Rich. Fucking Dick Davis knows everyone. Here I’d just realized that Blake was it for me, and Rich went and ruined everything. “I can explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain, Cass,” he said, not sounding upset. Maybe he didn’t even care. Maybe me–our relationship–meant nothing to him.
“Oh,” was all I managed to say before I started crying. Why the fuck was I crying? Brooke must’ve rubbed off on me. Her constant tears drove me crazy, and now here I was bawling like a baby.
“Why are you crying? Are you in pain? Maybe you should go back to the ER. I can call Rich and he can drive you. Or, maybe I should just call 9–1-1. Fuck, I just need to be there with you,” he said, frantically.
I stopped, realizing I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. “Blake, stop. What did you say?”
“I need to be there with you. I should’ve been the one to take you to the hospital today. Brooke could’ve stayed with Kaity and then maybe the doctor wouldn’t have learned the truth behind your injury.” He sounded serious, but I knew he was smirking on the other end.
I took a deep breath, realizing he called because he’d heard about my injury and not because he thought I might be considering calling the sexy-as-hell doctor for a personal house call.
“Are you making fun of me, Mitchell?” I asked. “That vibe wouldn’t even have been a problem if you were here!”
“You’ll throw them all away when I get there then?” he asked, taunting me.
“Well, don’t go acting crazy now! After all, we might want to play with them together.” I sure hope he bought that reasoning because the thought of getting rid of every vibrator was heartbreaking. We’d had some great times together throughout the years.
He moaned before responding, “Now THAT I could get on board with. But that’s the only time you’re allowed to use them. I’ll take care of you the rest of the time. Deal?”
It sounded fair enough. I’d get him to agree to other uses later. “Deal,” I agreed. “Now, when will you be here?”
“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I’ll be there the day after tomorrow,” he said. Opening the calendar on my phone, I realized the day after tomorrow was February fourteenth–Valentine’s Day.
“You’re coming on Valentine’s Day?” I asked.
“Yes, and if things go according to plan then I won’t be the only one coming on Valentine’s Day,” he chuckled.
“You’re never going to stop, are you?” I giggled.
“No, I’m never going to stop flirting with you,” he said matter-of-factly. “I guess you’ll just have to live with it.”
“Yes, Sir,” I laughed.
“It’s good to hear you laugh. You sounded so serious when I first called. Is something else bothering you?” he asked.
“No, I’m good,” I said. “I just miss you. I’m glad you called though. You’ve made me feel better–about everything,” I admitted.
“Anything for you, Cass. Now go get some rest, and I’ll see you soon,” he said.
“OK, have a good night.”
“Night. Sweet dreams,” he said before ending the call.
Sitting on the couch for a minute, I contemplated trying to use the crutches before deciding to just sleep on the sofa for the night. I pulled a blanket around me and thought about everything Blake had told me. Before I had a chance to second-guess things, like I always had in the past, I let sleep consume me. Maybe it was the drugs I’d taken earlier to numb the pain, or maybe it was just the comfort that Blake provided me. Could I actually be falling in love with him?
Cassidy
AFTER SPENDING THE last two days cooped up with Nurse Kaitlyn attached to my hip, I was craving some adult interaction. My daughter was a fine, little helper, but her constant chatter was beginning to drive me nuts. Brooke had planned on stopping by the day before, but had an unexpected visit from Brendan’s caseworker. Everything had turned out fine; They’d even been given a date for the adoption hearing, but Brooke was too anxious to come over for a visit afterwards.
Glancing at my watch, I sighed knowing Blake’s flight wouldn’t be landing for another five hours. Even though Rich was technically Blake’s new boss, he didn’t want to press his luck by asking for time off when he’d only been at the Post for a few weeks. I understood his reasoning, but I still wished he could’ve come earlier. Valentine’s Day would practically be over by the time he arrived in Michigan.
Looking down, I realized I should probably stop moping around and change out of my pajamas to get ready for Blake’s arrival. Since my recent injury, I hadn’t left the house and had neglected my personal appearance–including shaving my most sensitive areas–something I dared not neglect.
Just as I was preparing myself for the pain of standing, there came a light rapping on the door. Biting my lip to dull the pain of my ankle, I hopped up with the use of my crutches and hobbled to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see that it was Blake standing outside.
“Blake! I didn’t expect you so early! I’m a mess,” I said, trying to block myself with the door.
“Don’t be silly, Carpenter. You look as beautiful as ever, and these are for you,” he said, holding out a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses along with a wrapped box.
“They’re gorgeous, but you’re going to have to set them on the counter for me. “I’m a little incapacitated here,” I said, pointing toward my bandaged ankle. “Where are the kids?
“Brooke wanted to take them back to their place so they could meet Brendan. They’re going to drop them off later,” he explained.
“Sounds good to me. What’s in the box?”
“Just a little something I picked out for us,” he said, winking.
“Oh yeah, should I put on a movie for Kaity in her room?” I asked, wiggling my brow.
“That’s probably not necessary, it’s only a box of chocolates. But, now that you mention it, I am dying to get my hands on you,” he admitted.
Kaity must’ve heard the mention of her name as she immediately came barreling out of her bedroom.
“Mommy, you lied to me! You said Blake wouldn’t be here until after dinnertime,” she yelled. “We just finished lunch!”
Blake chuckled at my daughter’s ability to always catch me in a lie. “Your mommy didn’t lie, Kaity. I did,” he confessed.
“You did?” she asked, her eyes widening at his admission. “Lying is bad, Blake!”
“I know, Princess, but I really wanted to surprise your mommy. It’s a special day for couples, like your mommy and me, and I wanted to do something nice for her. Now, can you do me a favor and go back to your bedroom and play for a while?”
“Sure, Blake! Anything for you!” she beamed, looking up at him with stars in her eyes.
“Something tells me that I’m not the only Carpenter girl who has a crush on you, Mitchell,” I said, as we heard the door to the bedroom close. “My daughter seems pretty smitten.”
“Well, I think she’s pretty great, too. I hope it was OK that I told her we were a couple? It kind of slipped before I’d realized what I’d said,” he said, worry on his face.
“It’s fine, Blake. I told you that I’d try, and that’s exactly what we’re doing. So, yes, everyone can know that we’re a couple–including my daughter.”
“Perfect,” he said, a smile forming across his lips. “And, right now, I want to focus all my attention on that little girl’s mommy,” he said, placing a slow, lingering kiss on my lips. “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks.”
“Then why’d you stop?” I asked through hooded eyes.
“Because your daughter is right around the corner,” he laughed, giving me another peck on the lips. “But, don’t you worry, I definitely have plans for more later on.” Just the mention of his plans for later left me tingling in all the right places.
“Now, weren’t there doctor’s orders to stay off that foot?” he asked, pointing to my injury.
“Yes, but I think I’d rather play doctor with you,” I flirted, thinking Blake was even hotter than my Dr. Adonis from earlier in the week.
“Well then, screw later, I think I should properly examine you now. Make sure you’ve been following orders,” he said, desire thick in his voice.
“But, I thought you were worried about Kaity,” I said, reminding him that we weren’t alone.
“On second thought, she’ll be fine. After all, when Rich and Brooke drop Maddy and Ben off then we’ll have even more children here. Besides, there’s a lovely little thing called a door lock,” he whispered in my ear, as he scooped me off my feet and into his arms.
Peppering kisses across my neck, Blake carried me into the bedroom and splayed me across the bed, being careful not to jar my ankle. Sitting up, I rested myself on my elbows and watched Blake as he walked back across the room, making sure the door was locked.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, lust glowing in his dark eyes. “I’ve missed your sexy, bedroom eyes, your sassy, little mouth and your plump lips,” he said, drawing my lips to his before pulling away.
“Blake,” I moaned.
“Not this time, Cass. This time I’m taking control,” he growled. “Now, where was I?” he asked, nearly burning a hole through me with his steady gaze. “I’ve missed your ample tits as they bounce up and down while I’m fucking you,” he said, ripping my camisole and bra over my head in a single motion.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” I moaned for what was yet to come. Lying back on the bed, he crawled on top of me, tracing circles around my left nipple with his tongue while pinching the right one with the tips of his fingers.
“But you know what I missed most of all?” he whispered in my ear, sending a chill up my spine.
I lay in silence for a moment, not realizing Blake had even asked me a question. “Did you not hear me, Cass?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I squeaked.
“Do you know what I missed most of all?” he asked again in a gravelly voice.
“Oh, um, no?” I panted, feeling my arousal intensify within my core.
“I’ve missed the sight of your pink, wet pussy as it’s spread open wide and waiting for me to fuck it,” he hissed, reaching for the drawstring of my pajama bottoms. My jaw dropped and my back arched at Blake’s words. Admittedly, if only to myself, I was falling for the sweet and swoony Blake, but this dirty-talking version was hot as fuck.
Blake stood, bringing my bottoms with him. His breath hitching when he noticed the surprise I had in store for him.
“Commando, huh? Were you playing with yourself in bed this morning?” he asked, grazing one finger over my slick folds.
I paused, before answering. “No,” I said, weakly.
“Don’t lie to me. Do you think about me when you’re finger-fucking yourself, Cass? Because I think about you as I make myself come every night,” Blake growled
Blake wasn’t even touching me, and I thought I was coming unhinged. “Do you want to touch yourself now?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm,” I groaned.
“Good because I want to see you touch yourself,” he groaned.
At his request, I reached for my pussy. “Just not yet!” he rumbled.
“But, I thought,” I sulked.
“Yes, but we’re doing things on my terms,” he said. “Doctor’s orders, remember?”
“Now sit up on your elbows,” he ordered, as I lifted my back off the mattress. “You’re such a good patient, Cass,” he added with a wink.
“Only because I have an amazing doctor. He takes such good care of me,” I teased.
“Oh, Carpenter, you haven’t seen anything yet. Now gently tease your right nipple.”
Following his instructions, my breathing only intensified. “How will this help my ankle, Doctor?” I asked through ragged breaths.
“Do you feel any pain right now?” he asked.
“Not in my ankle. But I need to touch myself, Blake! Please let me touch myself,” I begged.
“OK, lay back down, and gently insert one finger. Use your other hand and play with your left breast. We have to give the girls both equal attention now,” he said. “That’s good just like that,” he added, as I slid one finger back and forth, entering it deeper with each thrust.
“Add a second finger, and stroke your clit with your thumb,” he said.
Concentrating on bringing myself to orgasm, I didn’t notice when Blake walked over to my dresser and removed a vibrator from the top drawer. Stroking my clit, I was surprised when Blake ran the vibrator from the slit of my ass up to my glistening pussy where the vibration alone nearly rocketed me over the edge.
“How did you know that was in there?” I panted.
“Lucky guess, I suppose,” he answered. “Now tell me, Carpenter, is this the guilty toy that caused your little mishap?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you like this toy?” he teased.
“Yes,” I responded again, only able to form one-word answers. Spreading my legs farther apart, Blake took that as a sign and slammed the vibrator into my aching core causing my walls to immediately spasm around it.
“You’re right,” he said, as he continued to work my eager pussy with the vibe. “We’re keeping these.”
“I told you they were amazing,” I screamed, curling my toes in anticipation of a second orgasm.
Blake
AFTER REUNITING WITH Cass for some quick role-playing in the bedroom, I came out into the living room to watch SportsCenter while she jumped in the shower. I’d tried to get her to agree to let me join her, but she refused saying that someone should be ready in case Kaity needed something.
Turning on the TV, my phone rang in my pocket. Looking at the caller ID, I didn’t recognize the number, but saw it was someone from New York.
“Hello, this is Blake Mitchell,” I said, answering the call.
“Hi, Mr. Mitchell, this is Barb calling from the New York County district attorney’s office. We wanted to inform you that a plea has been reached in the case involving Alyssa Mitchell, and sentencing has been scheduled for April tenth at noon. The assistant prosecutor hopes that you’ll be available to speak on behalf of the prosecution to ensure the defendant gets the longest possible sentence.”
