Before You

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN





Roth stood in front of the big mirror and tightened the knot of his tie. Adam, wearing only a pair of gi pants riding attractively low on his narrow hips, walked up behind him. With his glossy black hair loose and only the hint of stubble darkening his jaw, he looked gorgeous. It made Roth regret his rushed morning.



Adam’s long, deep amber-skinned arms circled his waist from behind. “I’m feeling selfish and I want you in me.”



They’d had sex in the night, however, overall recently, they’d lacked the time for much more than quickies. “I’ve missed so many days. Doctor Bronsky has covered for me. But, he leaves for Trinidad today for some conference. Naddy’s had her hands full and she’s still learning the ropes.”



His fiancé’s violet eyes met his in the reflection. Roth sucked in his breath as Adam’s hand slid down his belly to rub his cock through his trousers. His body instantly leapt to life. “Your baby’s more important.”



Roth chuckled at the feigned petulance. Then, he groaned as Adam’s knowing hand worked his cock. “Shit. That’s so good …” He watched in helpless fascination for a moment, then reached down to stop his man’s delightful attention. “I can’t.”



Adam’s other hand took up the task. He turned his head and sucked Roth’s earlobe between his teeth and nibbled it. His breath fanned over Roth’s nape. “Play doctor here. Dirty, horny doctor using his patient. I just need hammered.”



“Christ, Adam.” Lust ripped through him. Reaching for his cell phone, he lifted it from the dresser. He swayed back against his man. “Lemme call the clinic and have them push back appointments.” With considerable difficulty, he dialed. Naddy picked up.



“Roth, you need to get your fine ass in here. We already had a drunk with a gash on his head three inches long. I had to patch up that poor SOB with butterfly sutures and prayer.”



Adam squeezed Roth’s erection none too gently. Closing his eyes, he managed, “I’m running late. Give me a half an hour. Not counting windshield time.”



“An hour,” Adam whispered into his ear. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”



Shivering, he amended, “Hour tops.”



“All right. But, by the time you get here, they’ll be stacked like cord wood on tables. Don’t bitch.” She hung up with a decisive slam of the receiver into its cradle.



Roth closed his phone, dropped it as he spun and strode to lock the door. When he turned back around, Adam stepped from his pants and leaned forward to brace his hands on the dresser. “Fuck me here, where you can watch my face and your touch on me.”



He grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, placed it near one of his partner’s big, flattened hands, then reached for his tie. “You’re a delicious man, Adam Taggart.”



“Leave it on,” he tempted. Just open your pants, push your briefs out of the way and nail me.”



The kink of fucking his naked lover while remaining fully clothed gave him a potent perv. He did as suggested, slicked his dick. Using his lubed fingers, he pressed into Adam’s clinging, welcoming heat.



They both moaned raggedly. Adam’s beautiful face showed his pleasure. “Give me your cock.”



Fighting for control, he added a third finger and eased back into that blissful warmth. “Gimme a sec.” He stared at his lover’s jerking erection.



“Now. Make it hurt a little.”



Roth shook his head. “Baby, I can’t.”



Adam shuddered. “Not asking for you to rip me, sweetheart. Give me a little lemon with my sugar.”



He couldn’t turn down that invitation. Withdrawing his fingers, he bent at the waist, swiped his fingers on Adam’s discarded pants, then pressed the tip of himself to the threshold of his lover’s body. Meeting Adam’s gaze in the mirror, he gave him a chance to change his mind, then shoved deep.



Adam cried out and briefly put his forehead against the mirror. “Fuck! Yeah …” Righting himself, he taunted, “That all you have?”



Roth cut loose. He fucked his man, changing the angle, experimenting until he earned that particular shout. “Scream for me, baby.”



“Ah … shit …” Adam rocked back to meet his thrusts. “Do it.”



Lost, in love and on fire, he did. They took turns with Adam’s beautiful prick, then jerked it in tandem. Time slid passed. For seconds they’d gaze into each other’s eyes in the depths of the mirror. Roth felt the tell-tale start of climax. “Shit, Adam, baby, gonna go.”



His face contorted in orgasmic pleasure. “Fill me. Fuck, yeah, fill me!”



Lightning tore down his spine and out his cock. “A-a-a-a-a-dam-m-m!” Barely able to keep his eyes open, he saw his fiancé’s cum spurt onto the mirror in powerful spurts.





He parked his car and rushed into the clinic, flushed with satisfaction and guilty at his flagging work ethic. He entered via the back door, walked down the hall and made the left into his freshly built clinic. Naddy, dressed in scuffed loafers, worn jeans and a thermal Henley met him.



“Roth, this’s a straight nightmare.”



In a moment of clarity, he asked, “Why’re you dressed like that?”



“Some of us can’t afford Armani.” She cocked her hip and an eyebrow.



“I meant, did you dress down on purpose? You must’ve had nicer clothes from before.”



Her black eyes sparkled. “Tell me you’re not about to spank me in a shelter.”



Laughing, he loosened his tie. “Naddy, I’m looking to you for guidance here. I need to ditch the suit.”