While it had
been Sarah who took me to the hospital for my appointment, it was Nathan who
took me home. With prescriptions already digitally en route, we drove to the
drugstore that wasn’t far from our building.
“I’ll be right
back,” he said as he pulled on the handle to open the door
“Wait, I can’t
go with you?”
I needed out
and, damn it, he was going to take me out. I’d been cooped up for weeks, and
suffering from a serious case of cabin fever.
“I’m just going
in to pick up your meds; I’ll be back in a minute.”
With that he
left me sitting alone in the car, staring at the brick wall in front of me. Fifteen
minutes later, which had seemed like forever, Nathan returned. He was so tense
he moved with almost a stiff limp. Instead of walking to the driver’s side door
he opened mine.
I quirked my
brow at him as he cursed under his breath. “They won’t let me fucking sign for
your meds.”
It wasn’t until
he leaned into the car and his arms moved under my body did I understand. A
smile broke out on my face.
Freedom!
Agitation seeped
from him as he pulled me out, but he seemed to calm somewhat when my arms
wrapped around his neck.
My eyes were
happy to have more stimuli, and I was looking everywhere like a kid in a candy
shop. I wanted him to let me down so I could explore, but I knew there was no
way he would.
We walked up to
the pharmacy counter, maneuvering past the small line of people. “Here she is.”
I turned to look
at the pharmacist who pushed the paper for me to sign. A quick signature and
then Nathan shifted, juggling me a bit. He pulled his wallet out and I tried to
protest, but was met with a glare, silencing me. After payment was made he
handed me the bag and turned to walk toward the door.
Hell no.
It was my first
adventure out of the hospital or the house in nearly two weeks, and I was going
to make damn sure I made it last.
I looked at him
and said, “Hey, while we’re here there are a few things I need to pick up.”
He turned to me.
“Just give me a list; I’ll pick them up for you later.”
“But, we’re
already here,” I argued.
He sighed. “I
need to get you back to bed.”
My jaw clenched.
He was being difficult, and I was going to get my taste of freedom. I stared at
him, our eyes locked in some silent battle.
“Put me down.”
“Lila…”
“Put me the fuck
down!”
He glared at me
and took a deep breath. “You can’t even stand.”
“Fine, there’s a
motorized cart at the door; I saw it when we walked in.”
Another silent
argument with our eyes before he relented with a huff. We were headed toward
the door again, but just before, he detoured to the cart that was stationed
there, plugged into the wall.
He sat me down,
grumbling about needing to get me home. I’d been home for a week now; it wasn’t
going anywhere.
As soon as I was
on the seat, my casted leg extended, I was off.
I raced away
from my captor like a bat out of hell…or like a crippled lady on a scooter, but
it was the imagery that counted. It took him two strides to catch up. After all,
I was racing at about three miles per hour.
I started out
aisle by aisle, adding things to the cart. I didn’t even know or care what was going
in, but I sure as hell was having fun.
Nathan wasn’t.
He was pissed, still limping by my side. The way he was hovering around me made
him look like a Jack the Ripper stalking his next victim and less like a
frustrated boyfriend with a disobedient girlfriend on wheels. Everyone who was
in an aisle we were in would give him a rather large berth. They could tell he
was a man who was having difficulties controlling his anger.
What I saw was a
man who needed a nice long blow job to get all the tension out, but he’d just
have to deal with it. He could chase me around, cursing under his breath; it
added to the freakish, hot sensuality he was exuding in that moment. That “I’m
going to spank your ass red so you can never sit in a scooter again” vibe that
was exciting me, but could not override my freedom fun.
He was furious,
fists clenched at his side, and I could tell he wanted an outlet. It was
amusing to play with him, so I laid it on thicker, smiling and waving at him
like I was on parade. He growled.
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