She pulled her shirt over her head and set it on the jeans, then removed her bra. I was momentarily distracted by her tits. Her tits were magnificent and already looked bigger than they were in Virginia.
When she slid her underwear off, I stared at her. “Why are you getting naked?” I asked again.
She tucked her panties inside the fold of her jeans and pulled the gown on. Turning her back to me, she ordered, “Tie this, please.”
“Morgan,” I growled as I tied the gown in place. She ignored my growl as she climbed onto the bed. She arranged the paper sheet to cover her legs and looked at me.
“I tried to tell you out there. I have to have an exam. That means everything gets checked, inside and out. The doctor is going to rub my breasts and slide his fingers inside me to feel around. Then he’s going to sit on his stool with my legs spread while he looks at my vagina. And you are going to stand in the corner and say nothing.”
“He?” I growled.
Like hell I heard her correctly. There is no fucking way she’d let another man touch her while I sat quietly in the corner of the fucking room.
“Yes, he.”
“Fuck no,” I snarled as someone knocked before the door opened, and in walked the doctor.
Thedoctorlooked to be about my age. His hair was short, in a military-style cut. He was an inch shorter than me and lean.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Adams,” he said as he held one hand under the sanitizer and then rubbed them together.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and it took everything in me not to lash out and hit him. If he thought he was putting his hands anywhere near my wife, he was out of his fucking mind.
The door opened again, and a nurse stepped in. Looking between me and the doctor, she whispered, “Should I call security?”
“That won’t be necessary. I’m sure Mr...” He left the end open for me to answer.
“Chasm,” I hissed.
He looked at my cut and nodded. “I’m sure Chasm understands what is about to happen.”
The doctor studied me, waiting for me to make a move. Morgan reached over and grabbed my hand.
“Jude, you promised.”
I looked down at her. “You didn’t say shit about this.”
“You have one chance here, Jude. Use it wisely,” she said, then let go of my hand and pointed to the corner of the room.
I stood in my spot next to her head. I wasn’t fucking moving. No fucking way would I sit in the corner of the room like some weak-ass cuck. I cleared my throat and placed one hand on the bed behind her head. “Go ahead.”
Adams nodded as if everything was settled. Nothing was fucking settled. I was on the edge of my control, and one wrong move by this fucker would cause it to snap.
“How are you, Morgan?”
“I’m holding on,” she said. She spoke as if she knew him. As if they had history.
“I’ve looked over the ultrasound from Louisiana, but when we’re done here, I’d like to do another one just to verify all is well.”
“Thank you,” she rasped.
“Let’s start with a listen.”
Morgan leaned forward as the doctor listened to her lungs, then her heart. He laid the bed back and moved the gown aside before putting his hands on her tits.
The growl was unintentional.
Morgan’s eyes snapped to mine. “Jude,” she warned.