by Amanda Faye
"That's the one. You should have seen it. Emma got one look at me, walking down the hallway and almost peed her pants. She put on this big production about meeting me for the first time. Didn't want to let her friends know that we'd fucked like wild animals already."
"If half of what you've told me is true, I don't blame her you dirty dirty whore."
I didn't even tell her half of it.
"What did you do?" She's itching for the story, and truth be told I could use someone to explain it to.
When my doorbell rings, it takes me completely off guard. No one knows I live here. Hell, I barely know where I live. I don't even know the address by heart at this point. Which means it can only be one person — Yippee-ki-yay mother fucker.
"Mandy, stay very, very quiet."
"Huh?"
"Shut the fuck up."
One peek through the keyhole confirms it; Emma is on the other side. It's still dark outside and snowing. Once again, she's utterly blown all of my expectations out of the window.
I open the door wearing nothing other than my suddenly too tight boxer briefs, preparing some witty remark to welcome her with, but I never get the opportunity.
She barges in, drops her coat on the floor, and exclaims, "I accept," before she has her hands wrapped around my neck and is kissing me for all she is worth. Praying the spot I hit on the phone is the end button and Mandy isn't about to get a free round of phone sex, I drop it to the floor and wrap my arms around her body, one hand under her ass and the other around her back. When she wraps her legs around my waist, I carry her to my bed.
Chapter 7
Emma
I launch myself at him the minute he opens the door, and I have a second of panic that I'm doing the wrong thing, but he drops whatever was in his hands and wraps them around me instead. I had this whole speech planned out, rules that we needed to agree to, but when the time comes, I'm afraid if I don't take him right then and there I'd chicken out and run away.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he kicks the door shut and carries me over to the bed. I dig my hands into his hair and tug a little, and he moans into my mouth, tightening his grip on my ass. Plunging my tongue between his lips, I bypass any sort of seduction a normal woman might try and go straight to trying to devour him. I don't know when he's going to come to his senses and realize that there is a whole horde of more beautiful women waiting to be his sex buddy. But I plan on taking advantage of him while the opportunity stands.
I gathered from the microsecond look of the apartment I got before I latched my face onto his that the apartment is only a studio. Hence, it's no surprise when I feel his legs hit something substantial after only a few strides. With fantastic body strength considering my size, he lowers us onto the bed without breaking our kiss. When I'm safely on the mattress, he releases his hold on me and stands at the foot of the bed.
I'm already panting with need and anticipation, and I see Logan's dick straining against the fabric of his tight sports boxers. I try to sit up to start removing my clothes, but Logan grins at me and pushes me back onto the bed.
I can't help the giggle of excitement that bursts from my chest.
He starts to unzip my boots himself, so I unbuckle my pants, squirming on the bed in impatience.
"How'd you get into the gate?" He tosses the first boot over his shoulder without bothering to worry where it lands and starts on the second.
"It's barely been eight hours Logan. I'm a doctor, or did you forget? I remember shit."
"Ahhh, so you were thinking about me, huh?"
The second boot follows the first, and he reaches down and grabs my pants and panties off my thighs, where I've managed to push them. He yanks them off with a flourish that makes him look like some sort of naked magician and tosses them somewhere into the room.
"Nope. Not once. I forgot your entire existence the minute you left my car last night. As a matter of fact, what's your name again?" His smile is infectious, and I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed with a man. This is what I came here for; sex and fun. Just don't get attached, Emma.
"Oh, sweetheart, you wound me. I haven't stopped thinking of you since the minute I saw your panicked face in the hallway. Hell, since I saw the way your suit hugged your ass in Mexico."
I feel a rush of pleasure at his words, and sit up to pull my shirt off over my head. Following Logan's lead, I drop it somewhere off the edge of the bed, then reach behind me to unfasten my bra. A wave of uncertainty rushes over me as I feel my curves hit the air. I wasn't even thinking when I started flinging my clothes everywhere. I begin to reach for the sheet or something to cover myself up, but the look of hunger on Logan's face stops me in my tracks.
"God, Emma, you are so beautiful. You should be naked all the time." As if to send his point home, he uses one of his hands to rub his cock through his boxers, and the other pinches his nipple. I am so surprised, and so fucking turned on, I'm afraid I may spontaneously combust. The atmosphere in the room changes in an instant, and the tension is so thick around us now it's almost unbearable.
I try to lean over to remove my boot socks, but Logan shakes his head at me and pushes me back onto the bed for a second time.
"I need to take my socks off." Much to my embarrassment, it comes out sounding like a whine again. But instead of petulance, this time, it's because of lust.
"Those stay on." His voice is no longer playful but rough and deep. In one swift move, he pushes his underwear off his hips and down his legs. When he stands again, his dick is standing at full attention and begging to be touched. For the third time, I try to sit up, but he ignores my efforts and pushes my legs apart with his knees.
He fixes my sock on my left foot, pulling the fabric tight over the knee and onto my lower thigh, then bends his head to start to kiss along my inner leg. My breath leaves me in a hiss, and I bunch my fingers up in his bedding. My nipples pucker tight at the sensation, hoping to be kissed next.
"Don't tell anyone, but I love these types of socks. That over the knee shit is so fucking sexy."
He says it with his lips up against my skin, and my whole body breaks out into goosebumps.
"Fuuuck Logan."
Taking his sweet time, he works his way down my other side, again fixing my sock the way he likes them. I make a mental note to buy a dozen more pairs just like these.
He licks and kisses and nibbles up and down my legs, and finally, after what feels like ages, but was probably only seconds; he flicks his tongue against my lips. As Char so kindly pointed out last night, it's been seven months since I've been touched like this. I'm so hyped up that I almost come from the first lick.
A whimper escapes me when he leaves my clit and rises to his knees. Knowing what he's done to me, he gives me an evil smile that I've already started to associate as purely Logan. Patting me on the hip, he says, "climb up higher on the bed. I'm going to lick your pussy, and then I'm going to fuck you until the neighbors know my name. I don't want us falling off of the bed while we do it."
I scoot backwards on the bed while Logan gets up and goes over to the bedside table, pulling a condom out of a box there.
"I should have been a boy scout. Always prepared is my motto too."
Tossing the condom onto the bed by my head, the evil grin is back as he resumes his position between my legs. Tingles break out over my body as he places a hand on either side of my inner legs and spreads my thighs apart for him. He starts out gentle, using just his tongue on my nub, swirling, swirling, swirling.
The more I try to gyrate my hips into his face, the more force he uses with his hands to keep me in place. His tongue dips to my ass, and the sensation sends me arching off the bed. He licks me everywhere, in my folds and around my outer lips, but it's not enough. It feels like an appetizer to the main course. I can't help it; I start to whimper, pushing up on my elbows to watch him.
"Logan, stop teasing me." He sucks my lips into his mouth, running his tongue all over me.
"That'
s right. Tell me what you want."
"More, I need more."
At that, the damn breaks. He takes one hand and places it on my mound to spread me open and shoves two fingers into my pussy. His mouth picks up speed, and now he's using everything he's got; his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to send me over the edge. I see his fingers enter his mouth, then resume their quickened pace in my core, strumming my g-spot over and over again. His thumb starts rubbing circles around my ass, and the unexpected sensation has me moaning out his name.
I feel my orgasm building, my muscles tightening, and my legs rising to wrap around his back. I grab my breast with one hand and push the other into his hair to hold him in place. Just when I think I won't be able to take anymore, he slips his thumb into my asshole, and I come apart at the seams. My orgasm is spectacular in its power, and my vision gets blurry as my nervous system fires off in random sequences. When it becomes apparent that he's not slowing down, I have to shove him by the head and shoulders, trying to squirm away from his attentions.
"Logan, God, Logan stop. I can't take it anymore."
"You better rally quick Ems. I'm not done with you yet."
Climbing onto his knees, he wipes his face off with his hand, then leans down to kiss me. I'm a limp noodle, unable to do more than swirl my tongue with his and moan when he takes each of my breasts into his mouth. Joe didn't like going down on women, and I lick my lips to taste myself again. He spreads my legs one more time, touching my center then wiping my dripping juices onto his cock while he strokes himself a time or two. That is so fucking hot.
When he reaches for the condom, the words escape my mouth before I've had a chance to think about it.
"I'm clean."
He gives me a bemused look and cocks his eyebrow at me.
"Congratulations? I took a shower last night?"
I feel the blood spread from my throat down my chest and up to my ears.
"No, I mean— I haven't had sex since the last time. Since us, in Mexico, I mean. I've been tested twice since then, per hospital policy. I'm assuming you had to go through the same battery of tests for your employment with us. Plus, I have an IUD. If you wanted," and I hate the way my voice cracks, but it's too late to back out now. "If you wanted, we could forgo the condom."
He stares at me then, and it feels like he's boring into my soul. Looking from me to the condom in his hand, he tosses it away from us like it burns his fingers, and flops on top me with an oof.
"I am so glad you said yes."
He's still looking into my eyes when he says it, then closes his eyes as he slides his way home.
Charlotte was right. I am in so much trouble.
Chapter 8
Logan
She's on the move within minutes after I come down from my orgasm, and I feel a smidgen insulted. If she's trying to flee my bed so quickly, I must not have done my job well enough.
Looking to where her clothes are strewn around my apartment, she pulls her panties on, followed quickly by her bra.
"We need to have some ground rules."
I scoff and roll my eyes at her backside.
"Really? You want to be like that? Can't we just have some fun while I'm in town?"
She yanks her jeans back up her legs and does this adorable little shimmy thing as she settles them on her ass.
"Did you not just have fun?"
She faces me head-on with her hand on her cocked hip and her head angled in irritation, and fuck is she sexy. Her jeans aren't fastened, and I can still see the pink cotton of her panties sticking out. I can't decide what I like better; the scared little kitten from yesterday or the sassy lioness that comes out whenever I get her clothes off.
She's close enough to reach for her, so I do, grabbing her around the thighs and yanking her back onto the bed with me. The squeal of surprise is satisfying as I pull her against my chest and start to kiss along hers.
"I had tons of fun. Let's have some more."
She tries to look stern as she smacks against my arms, but her peel of laughter gives her away. The sound is intoxifying.
"Let me go. I have to get to work."
I open my mouth wide on the curve of her breast and gently suck while pressing in with my teeth, but reluctantly let her go. She takes a shuddering breath, which has me reaching for her again, but she slaps my hand away and hurries off the bed. My cock has fully risen to attention, and I can't help but think that these next few months are going to be an excruciating time for him. As soon as I've had her, I want to have her again.
"Now, the first rule. We're not dating, but when you're with me, you're with me. I don't want you sleeping your way through the hospital and still trying to shag me at the same time."
"Done."
Shag? She's been watching too much BBC. Still, that was never going to be a concern. The second I saw her in that hallway, all thoughts of sleeping with anyone else went out the window.
"Two, this stays between us. Make all the friends you can while you're here, but never ever mention our arrangement with anybody. I already have a wonky reputation at the hospital as it is. The last thing I need is to let it get around that I immediately jumped into a sex friendship with the new adonis of plastic surgery."
"I've always thought of myself as more of a Loki, but please, don't let that stop you. Continue with my godlike qualities."
She snorts through her nose, and I grin that the unexpected sound escaped her.
"Especially don't talk about me to my brother. Better yet, don't talk about me at all."
I have to feign ignorance when she brings up her brother.
"What? Your brother?"
"Yes, Darcy Adams. He's my twin. Never ever speak to him about me. As a matter of fact, better to never speak to him at all if you can manage it."
Twin? That the internet didn't tell me.
"Wait a minute. Emma and Darcy? Twins? Your twin is my new boss?" I can't help the smile and spreads across my face. I fucking love it!
Her look is sharp enough to cut my balls with her eyes, and I quickly try another tact.
"No, no, just hear me out. You were named from a Jane Austen novel, yes? Was Liz named for it too?"
This is obviously a sore subject, but I'm genuinely curious. She gives me one more nasty look, then slumps her shoulders in defeat and shakes her head back and forth as if to clear herself from her irritation physically.
"No. Her parents just liked the name. Liz is the youngest of five and the only girl. I think they were trying to go as feminine as they could. Our mother, Darcy's, and mine is a librarian. She's one of the leading experts on Jane Austen. I'm just glad she gave us names from separate novels. If you value your face the way it is, don't mention it to Darcy. And don't call him Darcy. Not that it didn't help him get laid like a professional in college. Frankly, we shouldn't talk about him at all. He can probably sense it as we speak."
I huff at that ridiculous statement, but there's a gleam to her eyes that makes me pivot the subject again.
"I have a great story for you then. We have a friend in New York, a doctor, whose name is actually Elizabeth Bennett. So think it could always be worse. Besides, I've always been partial to Jane Austen myself."
I get up off of the bed, naked as can be, and walk over to where my phone is still lying on the floor. I make sure to flex more than I usually would, and I know I look good with my just fucked hair and her marks still on my back. I peek backward as I bend over to get my phone, and enjoy the look on her face watching me — pure fucking lust.
Walking the five feet back to her on the bed, I open up my picture album and give her my phone.
"Meet my Goddaughter, Elizabeth Marguerite, aka Ellie. Her mother is my best friend, Amanda. Zoe, her other mother, is a closet romance reader. They named her after Pride and Prejudice and La Dame aux Camellias. Though, if you call Zoe a romantic to her face, she'd probably stab you with a large bore I .V. Now I have a set of Austen girls."
She looks from the phone to me stretche
d out on the bed then back to the phone again. Handing it back, she seems to square her shoulders some and stands up to put her shirt on.
"One more rule then. No personal information. It's not like you're going to be here long. Just think of this as a really long one night stand."
I ignore the sharp jab of irritation that flashes through me at her words. Emma would be a fun person to get to know. But what the lady wants...
"Your wish is my command, Austen. I'm simply here for you to use me for my body." And for good measure, I flex my still semi-hard dick in her direction.
She bends over the bed and, running her hand along my length, she gives it a firm squeeze. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my body arches up into her touch.
"And no nicknames."
Leaving me aching like that on the bed, she sits on the loveseat and yanks on her boots, scoops her coat up off of the floor, and is out the front door like this never even happened. The sun is just barely cresting the horizon. Damn. Emma Fucking Adams
Chapter 9
Emma
It's after seven p.m., and I've been in the operating room for four hours now. This was supposed to be a quick appendectomy, in and out in an hour. Instead, when I opened the patient up, what I found was a coil from a sterilization procedure poking through the fallopian tube. There went me being home in time for dinner. I had to page the gynecologist on call and wait for her to arrive to determine the best course of action. I went ahead and removed the appendix anyway, since it was slightly inflamed, and we were already in there.
I'm trying to hold up my end of the conversation with Michelle, our resident gyno, but my mind keeps wandering back to Logan.
This morning was fantastic. I can admit that to myself. Plus, I guess I need to fess up to Char, too, since I promised her the play by play this morning. I asked her if she'd trade on drop off duty so I could go see Logan before work.