Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Understanding what he was suggesting, Aspen swallowed hard. “That’s harsh,” she accused.
“Yes, but truthful. Now, make your choice. Hospital or me?”
Looking over at Jerico, Aspen asked, “Can’t you just check me out?”
“This is too important, baby. I’m your daddy. Zale is our medic. He knows medicine. Would holding Bowbow make you feel better?”
She nodded. “I left her in the bedroom.”
“I’ll go get her.”
When Jerico left, Zale moved so Aspen could meet his gaze. “I’ve been a medic for a long time. I’ve patched together some seriously dangerous injuries on men and women. You know that me seeing you and touching you is only to make sure you’re okay. You’re Jerico’s little girl. With luck, I’ll find mine soon and you’ll have a playmate. Jerico will guard her with everything he has because he’s my brother at arms—just like I will with you.”
“You already helped me,” Aspen whispered.
“And I’ll be here to help a hundred times or more in the future,” Zale assured her. “Will you let me take care of you?”
She studied his face and slowly nodded as Jerico came back into the room.
“Sorry, Bowbow was hiding under the bed,” he told Aspen before returning to his place by her shoulders to tuck the stuffie next to her.
“The supplies are in the top drawer,” Jerico shared with Zale, opening it for him.
“She feels soft again,” Aspen said, squeezing her against her chest.
“How did she feel before?” Zale asked as he took a large thermometer from the case.
“Itchy. I don’t want that in my mouth,” Aspen complained.
“I can understand how her fur was unpleasant. And as for the thermometer, that works out perfectly, Aspen,” Zale explained, dipping the thermometer into a tub of thick goo.
“Now I’m really not putting that in my mouth.”
“I need to get your core temperature, little girl. This will go into your bottom.”
She stared at Zale and all the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. “No.”
Aspen tried to turn onto her back, but her daddy held her in place and even wrapped a powerful arm behind her knees and moved them on the padded top up toward her chest.
“A bit of lube,” Zale explained, separating her buttocks widely to dab the thick mixture on the small entrance usually hidden between them. That finger applied it generously and then pushed inside her tight ring of muscle.
“Nooo!” Aspen wailed.
“You’re fine, little girl. I’ll always take your temperature this way,” Jerico assured her.
Aspen gasped as the thick, cold thermometer replaced the probing finger. Zale twirled it around inside to move it as deep as possible, regardless of how much she tried to squeeze her muscles to keep it out. When she gave up, the device entered her a bit further.
“Perfect, Aspen. Ten minutes,” Zale announced.
She closed her eyes, silently wishing to be anywhere else. Instant exhaustion crashed down on her. Aspen yawned and hugged her stuffie closer.
“Good girl,” Jerico praised her.
Aspen felt the corners of her mouth curl upward. She shouldn’t love that phrase so much—but she did.
“Jerico, the irritation is looking better all the time. She could stay home, but you’ll need to stay alert. Take her temperature every two hours for the next twenty-four hours. Then whenever you notice her itching or any red patches coming back up on her skin, she’ll need some medicine. I’m going to create some suppositories for her and I’ll drop them off in a couple of hours. Give her one every other time you take her temperature through Sunday evening. On Monday, she should be better.”
“Got it. Thanks, Zale.”
“I’ll assess her Sunday afternoon at the picnic. She should be in good shape by then,” the medic answered. “Aspen should sleep a lot. The shot is activating fully now. Keep her hydrated and quiet. A diaper will prevent accidents from the suppositories.”
“Suppositories?” she echoed, keeping her eyes closed. Somehow, not looking at them made this less embarrassing. Aspen squeezed her thighs together as heat built between them. I shouldn’t find this erotic.
“Medicine for your bottom, baby. Zale is going to make sure that itch doesn’t come back.”
She nodded, agreeing immediately to just about anything to keep from being so uncomfortable. The urge to scratch had gotten worse as time passed. Aspen took stock of how she felt. The itch was almost gone.
“Before she crashes, give her an oatmeal bath. Take a cup of old-fashioned oats and whirl it to a fine dust in your blender. Fill the bathtub with cool water and add the oatmeal. Let her soak inside for at least fifteen minutes and then rinse off any residue. That should zap the last of the itchiness,” Zale recommended.
“She’s going to nap in the bath,” Jerico predicted.
“Stay with her. A few orgasms will keep her awake.”
Startled, Aspen opened her eyes and turned to stare at the medic. Had he really suggested that Jerico should touch her like that?