by Lindsay Becs
Ollie is drawing circles on my back as we lay in silence, panting after having the kind of sex that can only come from us. “I needed to get away for a little bit, but that didn’t mean away from you.”
I turn my face to look at him. “What did you need to get away from then?”
“Myself. I needed to… evaluate a few things,” he says cautiously.
“But you’re alright?” I ask, rolling to my side, my hand going into his hair.
He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and kissing my knuckles. “I’m alright.”
“Good.”
“That’s it? You aren’t going to press for more? Or talk for five minutes straight?”
“No. If you want to tell me more, you will. You don’t owe me anything, Ollie.”
“I do. I owe you an apology.”
“For what? I’m the one who bitched you out.”
“I’m sorry for my past, my reputation. I’m sorry for what will follow me at the hospital. I’m sorry for being selfish and immature. I’m working through it, trying to grow up and be real for the first time in, well, ever.”
“Yeah, being an adult, not that great,” I say with a smile. He pushes my shoulder until I’m on my back and bites it.
“What I’m not sorry is for this.”
“This?”
“You and me. I like you, Bex. A lot.”
“I am pretty awesome.” I bat my lashes, making him laugh.
“That you are,” he says, but then I see a crease form between his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Ollie? This is fun and light. We don’t need to change that. I told you, I don’t do serious and relationships. That’s not going to change.”
“Fun and light,” he says, searching my face for more, but I keep my inner battle at bay.
This time, I push his shoulder until he’s on his back, then I straddle him. Leaning down, I whisper in his ear, “Fun and light.” And lick the side of his face.
“You little shit! You licked me!” he yells as I laugh at his disgust. “You are going to pay for that.”
I scream and jump off the bed, running away from him. He bounds off the bed right after me, chasing me around the room. We’re both fully naked, laughing as we run around, holding our dangling bits.
“You don’t get to cover your tits! If we’re doing this, you gotta let me see those beauties bounce,” he says, pausing on the other side of the couch.
“I’m not covering them. I’m holding them. It hurts to run with these things flapping around. Besides, you’re cupping your cock,” I challenge.
Moving his hand, I see him hardening again. “Flapping? Trust me, babe, you do anything but flap. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen run around naked.” He starts to slowly walk toward me like he’s stalking his prey. I drop my hands from my breasts as I step back.
I bite my lip when I watch as he hardens with each step he takes. Holy hell, he’s a beautiful perfection of a man.
“You like seeing what you doing to me, Bex?” he asks, seeing me watch his body’s response to me. “You going to let me catch you, Leppy?”
He’s only a few steps in front of me now, and I feel my back hit the window. My breath hitches when he stops and his eyes rake over my nakedness. He makes it feel like it is the first time he’s seeing me like this, like it’s new and exciting. He’s seen me dozens of times before, but he has a way of always appreciating me and making me feel like the most beautiful thing in his world.
He drops to his knees and pushes my legs apart. My breathing gets faster and more ragged with anticipation. He kisses up the inside of my thigh, his hands running up my legs. When he reaches my apex, I jump with the feel of his mouth on me. His tongue sweeps up, and I moan as I watch him. He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and grips my butt, pulling me into his face as he devours me. I have no shame as I rub against him. His stubble against my sensitive flesh, his skilled tongue, his luscious lips, and his teeth nipping are the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. In a crash of euphoria, my release hits me hard. I feel myself dripping down my leg. He looks up at me with a smirk, and with eyes on me, he licks all my pleasure.
“Holy hell…” I sigh when he puts my shaky leg back down.
He stands, wipes a hand down his mouth, then kisses me. I don’t care about anything but the feel of him on me in any way I can have him. His mouth still fused to mine, he picks me up and carries me back to the bed. Laying me down, he covers my body with his. We move together so well, so perfectly. I can’t imagine two people fitting together any better. Our chemistry is off the charts in every single way. It doesn’t take long until I’m yelling his name again and again, and I feel him tense and groan out his own release.
I don’t want this to end.
Ever.
Chapter 10
Ollie
I’m in so much trouble. I think I’m turning into a woman. I’m lying in bed next to Bex, watching her sleep after we had an evening of mind-blowing sex. I’ve slept with my fair share of women, and she definitely takes the top tier. More than that, I love to watch her. She’s so fucking beautiful, and she doesn’t realize it. I can’t even put into words what it’s like to watch her come; but even now, watching her sleep, she’s gorgeous. Her brown hair is fanned out on my pillow, and the curve of her naked back is my favorite line to trace. I run my fingers over her soft skin, learning all her curves.
I’m insatiable with her. It never seems like enough, and I keep going back for more. My fingers follow the lines of her body over her hip and down her thigh. She lets out a sleepy moan when they run back up. Damn, if it isn’t making me hard again and ready to have more of her.
Fun and light. That’s what we said in the beginning, and then she kept saying it earlier tonight. I can’t help the little nag in the back of my mind telling me that I want more, though. I like her. I like spending time with her. Yes, she helps me get out of my head when I’m too far in there, but she also encompasses me, holding me in her grasp so I can’t let go. I want more than just fun and light, and it’s scaring the shit out of me. I’ve never thought that about anyone before.
Fuck, I am turning into a woman with feelings. Time to fuck that right out.
My hand on her hip lightly strokes her heated center while my lips kiss her shoulder. Pulling her leg back over mine, I sink into her from behind. Slowly, I rock back and forth while rubbing her love button up front. In seconds, she’s matching my movements and snaking her hand back and into my hair. Quickening our pace, I bite down on her neck, pulling an excited gasp from her. I definitely want to hear that again in the future.
She lets out a curse as she begins to quiver and her sweet heat clamps down on my cock. A few pumps later and I’m ready to come. Quickly pushing her to her stomach, I pull out and let go, coating her back with my want for her.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Bex. I should have asked before I did that.” I realize my error in not asking before taking her bare and pulling out. Another dumb decision from this doctor. I’m really racking them up lately. Maybe I need my head examined. I was so caught up in her, I didn’t even think before taking what I wanted.
“Oh. I didn’t even…” She trails off, and now I feel like the biggest dickhead.
I move off the bed to get a washcloth to clean her up. When I come back, she hasn’t moved and has a lazy grin on her face. She looks so fucking hot with a sated smile and my come on her skin. I’d paint her body every day if I could.
“Here,” I say, sitting next to her. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can shower.” I place the warm cloth on her back, and goosebumps erupt on her skin. I can’t help but kiss her shoulder.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.
Pulling her hand, I help her stand, then search her face. She’s never this quiet, and it’s making me nervous about how seriously I fucked up this time.
“Why do you look so scared?” she asks with her hand still in mine.
“I really messed up. I just couldn’t help myse
lf.”
A smile pulls onto her pretty, flushed face. “I’m not mad, Ollie.”
“You’re not?” I ask, letting out a breath of relief.
“I probably should be, but no, I’m not. I trust you. I can trust you, right? You aren’t shooting me up with HIV or anything, are you?”
I huff out a laugh. “Fuck no! I wouldn’t do that. I’m clean. I’ve actually never done that with anyone before.” I run a hand through my hair and look down, not wanting to see her reaction.
“I’ve got an IUD, so no babies to worry about here.” I chance a look at her and see her smile. “And I’m clean, too.”
“So, then we can keep doing that?”
She rolls her eyes and laughs at me. “Yes, but next time you don’t have to squirt your swimmers all over me. I mean, seriously, kinda gross, Oll.”
“I like you painted in me. Sexy as fuck, Bex.” I brush my knuckles over her cheek, and she looks away. I take a deep breath before I kill a good thing. “Come on, let’s get in the shower.”
After we shower, I hand her a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt to wear. They’ll be big, but at least they’re clean and cozy. She shyly smiles at me when she emerges from the bathroom wearing my clothes, and I’ll be damned if my cock doesn’t stir awake again. This is the kind of porn shit you read about, how a dude takes a woman over and over, hard non-stop, but I’m here to tell you that given the best thing to look at, it can be achieved. I need to drink some water. Cold water.
“You hungry?” I ask, clearing my throat and forcing myself to stop staring at her like I want to eat her. Again.
“Yes. I’m really hungry, actually.”
“Let’s get you fed then.”
She’s still being uncharacteristically quiet as she sits on a stool at my counter and watches me. I pull out bread, milk, eggs, cinnamon, and vanilla and get to work. When I pull the last of the French toast off the griddle, I slide a plate toward her. I grab the real maple syrup from the fridge and take a seat next to her. She pours syrup over her stack and takes a bite.
“Holy hell, Ollie, this is delicious!”
“It’s just French toast. But thanks,” I say with a wink and shove a bite into my mouth.
We finish our plates in virtual silence, and inside I’m starting to freak the fuck out again. She bites and sucks her lip into her mouth, and it about has me blowing in multiple ways.
“Alright, I can’t take it any longer. You’re never this quiet, so tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” I say, standing and pulling my hair, frustrated with myself for pushing her.
She takes a deep breath and looks up at me with those big green eyes and smiles, her dimple showing, and I relax a little. “Honestly? I don’t know. We said this was just fun and light, but it’s starting to feel like more. Isn’t it?”
“Do you want it to be?” I counter, feeling nervous about her response. I really am turning into a chick.
“It scares me,” she answers honestly, still meeting my eyes.
“Me too.”
“I like you.”
I take a step toward her and cup her cheek, my thumb caressing her skin. “Me too.” I admit while I shake internally with nerves.
She licks her lips again, and my eyes follow the movement of her tongue. I bend and take her mouth, needing to seal our admissions with a kiss.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with you,” she says against my lips.
“Me either.”
“I don’t want it to stop.”
“Me either.” My tongue slides against her lips that told me everything I wanted to hear. I kiss her again and again, not getting enough.
“Ollie?” She breaks our kiss, but doesn’t open her eyes. “I should go.”
My brows pull in confusion. “Why? I want you to stay.”
“I have a shift in the morning. I can’t go to work in the same scrubs as yesterday, and it’s getting late.”
I sigh, not wanting to let her go, but I know I have to. For now, anyway. “You alright getting home? I can drive you if you want.”
“I’ll be alright. When are you going back to work?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, I thought you still had time off.”
“I did. I decided I’m ready to get back to work though.”
“When did that change?”
“Just now.” She smiles at me with that sexy smile of hers that’s showing that damn dimple again. and it’s all I have in me not to lock her here with me for the night.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Dr. Duncan.”
“Yes, you will, Nurse Morgan.”
I walk her out and say goodbye, and when I lie back on my bed, I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Is this what chicks do? I pull the band of my shorts up so I can look inside and make sure that my dick is still there and not turning into a vagina. He’s there, semi-hard, because I’m thinking about Bex.
“Well it’s about damn time! What did she do to run you off?” Marla Morgan yells as she barges into my office.
“Good morning to you, too, Marla.” I smile at her. “Please have a seat and tell me what you are talking about.”
“Bexley. She ruins everything for me. I’m sure she was the reason you wouldn’t see me,” she says with pursed lips and arms crossed and pissing me off.
“Marla, my leave of absence had nothing to do with your daughter and is frankly none of your business.”
“Sorry,” she mutters after watching me for a minute in appraisal, trying to read everything I’m hiding.
“Forgiven. Now, how are you feeling?”
Once I finish my appointment with Marla Morgan, I go looking for the other Morgan who is on my mind. I find her in the cafeteria hunched over a salad, reading a magazine.
“’‘Twelve Positions Guaranteed to Have Both of You Exploding’,” I announce the title of the page she’s reading with a smirk and questioning brow. She shifts in her seat and slowly brings her eyes up to meet mine. “Do you need a test subject?” I ask.
“Nope. I’ve already tried most of them before,” she sasses back, making me chuckle. “Except that one.” She points to one.
I read the description/directions and nod knowingly. “Oh, we can definitely check that off your list later, sweetness.” I smile, bending to press my lips to her ear. “I’ll have you coming in less than three minutes and screaming my name. That’s a guarantee.” I stand back up and wink at her as she nervously swallows and shifts her legs where I know she’s turned on. I smile and turn to leave, grabbing an apple on my way out and slide a dollar at the checkout lady. “Always a pleasure, Nurse Morgan,” I yell over my shoulder as I take a bite of my apple.
Walking into the elevator, a smile of satisfaction crosses my face. The doors start to close, but a hand smacks in between them, making them stop. They open to reveal a naughty-looking nurse.
Bexley prowls inside, facing me head-on, and when the doors glide closed behind her, I push off the back wall to meet her in the middle. Our lips instantly fuse together, our tongues and our bodies meeting like magnets. Dropping my apple, I grip her ass and pull her harder against me. In this moment I’ve never both loved and hated scrubs more.
Love, because I know how easily I can slide them down and slide into her. Hate, because it’s not easy to hide a raging erection in them. Thank God I have my lab coat on.
I rock my hips against hers and I know she feels me, and by her gasp, I know I’m beginning to light her up. “Push the button to stop the elevator,” I say into her mouth.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she says, but her hand reaches back as she turns her head and we come to a halt.
Tearing her pants off her legs, I pick her up and rest her ass on the rail as I push my own scrubs down enough to free my cock that’s begging to have her. I thrust into her in one movement as her back arches on the wall behind her and she screams out. Threading our fingers, I hold our hands above her head. My mouth seals over hers to keep her quiet as I rocke
t in and out of her. It’s fast and hard and needy.
She comes with a scream, biting my lip, and seconds later, I fill her as I bite down on her shoulder. Dropping her hands, we stay there with my head on her shoulder, both of us breathing heavily. I softly kiss her lips again, my fingers going into her hair. The opposite of what we just did.
“You alright?” I whisper in the quiet, heated space that now smells like our sex. I pull back and pull my scrubs up.
“More than.” She chuckles when I help her down to her feet and into her pants. I push the button to move the elevator again, and when the doors open on her floor, she looks over her shoulder and says, “Always a pleasure, Dr. Duncan,” with a sexy grin and that dimple as the doors close again.
I laugh and run my fingers through my hair as I ride the rest of the way up to my floor. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I know I don’t want it to stop.
Chapter 11
Ollie
“Tatum, what the hell are you doing here? Again. I’ve seen you more in the last month than I did when I lived at home.”
“I left.”
“What do you mean you left?” I ask, putting my bag down on the counter.
“Dad’s. He was laying into me about everything and told me I either needed to follow his rules or leave. So, I packed a bag and left. You said I could stay with you.”
I take a deep breath before looking up at my sister. “Yeah, OK.”
“I’m supposed to leave for that job I told you about next month. I promise it won’t be for long, Ollie.”
“It’s fine, Tates.” I sigh. Really, this whole thing is far from fine, but I don’t know what to do about it at this point. I was probably dumb to think that my dad would simply fuck off and leave us both alone. I just keep thinking at some point he’ll stop being a selfish ass and be the dad Tatum still needs. In the meantime, I’m it, and I’m doing a shitty job so far. Obviously.