Strong (Book 2 in the No Control series)

Chapter 19

The last couple of days have been a bit of a whirlwind. Full of doctor appointments, getting poked with needles, and x rays.

The final verdict however is that I do have some type of hereditary issue. Some long name I can't pronounce. Basically, it would make it difficult for me to get pregnant and carry a baby. It is however correctable with surgery.

Liam and I are both relieved to have an answer. We are meeting with the surgeon today to hear all the details. I'll be having the surgery in a couple weeks.

"Do you both understand everything so far?" The doctor asks.

We both reply yes.

The doctor continues. "So you will come back once each week after surgery for three weeks for me to check on you. During that time, no intercourse."

Liam and I look at each other then back to the doctor, saying almost simultaneously. "Really?"

The doctor smiles. "Apparently this is an issue for both of you?"

I think back. The longest Liam and I have went without having sex was the four days I was in Paris.

"I'll check your progress at each post op appointment. It may be less than that, but the most it would be is three weeks."

Liam squeezes my hand. "We understand, Doctor."

As we leave the doctor's office, Liam asks. "Would you like to go get some lunch?"

"I'd rather just go home."

At the car, Liam pauses before opening my door. "You aren't hungry?"

I put my hand on his chest. "Oh I'm hungry, just not for food."

His eyes light up. "Ohh."

I smirk. "We need to make up for all that time we're going to lose after my surgery."

Liam raises his eyebrows. "So true." His mouth is on mine. We are intense, forgetting for a moment that we are in public. He pulls back. "Perhaps we should go home first."

I laugh. "Perhaps."

Our house has never felt so far away before. We barely make it in the front door. Liam lifts me on to the table in the entryway. He gets down on his knees and lifts my skirt. No need to worry about panties. They're still in the car from our foreplay activities. Liam's mouth is on me. I have one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other firmly grasping Liam's hair. I move my foot up to rest on his shoulder, giving him even more access. It doesn't take long for Liam to send me over the edge. My body continues to shudder as he stands, entering me firmly. Our rhythm is consistent, slow, as he kisses my neck. I rake my fingernails down his back. Our rhythm increases as our eyes lock. We watch each other come undone.

After, we lie together on the couch. Liam kisses my forehead, intertwines his fingers

with mine. "How can we possibly go without that for three weeks?" He asks me with a sigh.

I laugh. "I have no idea."