Open Heart: A Medical Lesbian Romance Novel (City General: Medic 1 Series)

by Ruby Scott

  down Izzy’s body. They came to a stop at her waist, where her jeans met her

  top. Undoing the buttons, she slid under the fabric, caressing her skin. The

  touch of her fingers caused Izzy to inhale deeply, rasping with anticipation.

  She had no idea who this woman was, but she was everything she needed

  right now. The only thing she cared about was getting rid of the last layer of

  separation. She wanted to feel her skin against Cara’s.

  Cara’s hands travelled up, stopping at Izzy’s bra. They moved over

  the lace fabric, grazing Izzy just enough that a little pleased noise left her

  lips. Cara looked up at her with a smirk. “Someone’s eager.” She

  commented, and Izzy’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

  It had been so long. Cara didn’t say anything else. Her hands moved

  down to the hem of Izzy’s shirt, giving it a tug. Izzy sat up to assist her with

  getting it off. It was quickly tossed onto the floor.

  It was Izzy’s turn to get Cara undressed. She mimicked the other

  woman’s movements, her fingers wrapped around the hem of her shirt and

  pulling it over her head. Cara was built. Not like a bodybuilder, but it was

  clear she was a woman who prided herself in her body. She was solid and

  muscular. All Izzy wanted to do was get her hands on every inch of her.

  Their lips crashed together again; this kiss was one that was deep and

  passionate the minute their lips collided. Hands were no longer tentative

  and unsure. They both knew they were doing this; they knew where they

  wanted tonight to go.

  When their lips parted, Cara’s lips moved downwards. She pressed

  soft kisses down the side of Izzy’s neck, down her shoulder, then to her

  collarbone. Beneath her, Izzy sighed, stretching into the kisses.

  Izzy expected Cara to get right down to it. She expected her bra to be

  off right after Cara’s lips kissed a trail down her cleavage. Instead, Cara

  stopped with the kisses. Her hands went back to Izzy’s waist, this time

  unbuttoning her jeans. Izzy lifted her hips to help get them off and Cara

  tugged them down to her ankles, letting Izzy kick them off onto the floor.

  Cara sat back on her heels, looking down at Izzy’s body, taking in her

  milky skin and soft curves. She let out a low whistle, that trademark smirk

  back on her lips. “I like the matching set.” She said, gesturing to her

  underwear.

  Izzy’s cheeks burned at the compliment, but she had absolutely no

  idea what to say back. Was ‘thank you’ a super cringe-worthy response?

  Was she supposed to come up with a playfully flirty taunt in response?

  Luckily for her, Cara didn’t wait for a reply. She went straight back to

  kissing. She skipped entirely over Izzy’s breasts, moving down to her

  tummy.

  The kisses were still feather soft; each brief moment of contact had

  eagerness building inside of her. It lit her skin up, making her feel like she

  was electrified. Each kiss made her want Cara more. They made her want

  so much more than small, teasing kisses.

  Cara’s path of kisses came to a stop right above the lace of her

  knickers. Remembering how Cara had just skipped over her breasts, Izzy

  had a feeling she was going to skip right over the one place she was dying

  for her to kiss.

  Except… she didn’t. She moved down just a bit further and pressed a

  kiss over the top of her panties of course. A ratcheted breath escaped from

  Izzy’s mouth. She needed more. Cara settled between her legs, supporting

  herself on her elbows. “Do you want something from me?” She asked with

  a smirk. Reaching out with one hand, she ran her index finger up and down

  the material that covered Izzy’s opening. She was so close, but so far. Izzy

  arched her back, pushing towards her hand. Her need to feel Cara inside her

  was painful. Touch me, please. Really touch me.

  Squirming with want, she tried to move to bring Cara’s touches

  closer. Right now, she was really feeling how long it’d been since someone

  other than herself had touched her there. She was beginning to feel

  desperate.

  Cara’s smile suggested she knew exactly what she was doing, and

  that was why she was teasing her right to the very brink,

  “Please.” The word left her lips without Izzy being able to control it.

  She hadn’t fully realized that she had spoken until the slowly becoming

  familiar smirk pulled over Cara’s lips.

  “Please what?” She asked, slowing the pace at which she ran her

  finger along her slit. “You need to use your words for me.”

  Oh. She was clearly enjoying Izzy’s building desperation. Izzy didn’t

  hesitate this time. There was no unsureness about her words, just clear need.

  “Touch me!”

  “Oh. That’s what you want? All you had to do was ask.” Cara

  smirked. She stopped her teasing and reached up, hooking her fingers under

  the elastic of Izzy’s underwear. She tugged them down, tossing them onto

  the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing.

  She didn’t make Izzy wait, which Izzy was more than thankful for.

  She ran her fingers through Izzy’s wet folds before spreading her lips and

  dipping one and then two fingers deep inside. Izzy released a long, slow

  moan, as her body pushed hard against Cara’s hand. A shudder shot through

  her as she felt Cara’s thumb graze her clit, rubbing slowly, tenderly. She

  was playing with her, working out what Izzy liked.

  Just a simple touch was enough to make Izzy whimper as she tried to

  push her hips towards Cara’s hands. It was a signal that she wanted more,

  and Cara was more than happy to oblige. She increased her pressure and

  speed. The desire which filled Cara’s eyes, deepened Izzy’s need. Her

  moans grew louder.

  “Tell me how much you want it.” Cara’s thrusting was sending Izzy to

  the very edge she was lost inside her head. The lack of response caused

  Cara to slow down.

  “Tell me how much you want it or I might have to stop.” As she said the

  words Izzy was suddenly aware that she was pulling her fingers almost out

  of her completely.

  “No please. I want you. I need you.”

  “How much?” Cara’s fingers moved deeper inside and gently pressed

  on Izzy’s G-Spot before releasing again.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want, just please don’t stop.”

  Cara’s face lit up with Izzy’s words and it was obvious how much she

  was going to enjoy watching Izzy lose complete control. Izzy felt another of

  Cara’s fingers slip inside and she held her breath as she saw her head dip

  down between her legs.

  The feeling of a tongue against her clit caused Izzy to throw her head

  back in delight. She started with little circles, then sucked gently before

  giving teasing flicks. Her fingers never broke tempo.

  “OMG!”

  Izzy’s hand clutched the back of Cara’s head, pulling her closer and

  holding her in place. Her moans were becoming louder and louder until she

  was suddenly aware she was releasing a primal scream as the first orgasm

  swept over her body, but Cara only slowed for a moment, before gently

  increasing once more, curli
ng her fingers for maximum effect.

  For the second time, Izzy’s back was completely off the bed and with an

  almighty scream praising every deity she could think of, a second orgasm

  took hold causing her body to spasm and shudder with delight.

  It was exactly what she needed. With aftershocks rippling through her

  body, the stresses of her job and everyone’s expectations of her seemed a

  million miles away.

  Izzy’s closed her eyes, not wanting the feeling of release to leave her

  body. She placed her arms across her eyes, allowing herself to come back to

  earth. Aroused out of the moment only by little kisses as Cara started to

  make her way back up her body before falling back on the bed next to her.

  She reached over and brushed Izzy’s hair out of her face. Izzy’s eyes

  blinked open, looking over at her with a smile. “You were amazing.”

  “So were you.” She said.

  Izzy rolled onto her side, and Cara followed, placing her lips onto

  Izzy’s. Deepening the kiss, she pressed her body flush against Cara.

  It was clear that Cara was much more experienced than she was. Izzy

  had slept with her fair share of girls in college, but Cara seemed so

  confident in everything she did. How she held her. How she kissed her.

  Feeling her naked chest against her own, she could feel her arousal build

  again, but this time she wanted to taste Cara. Her hands slowly swept down

  her stomach until they rested on the button of her jeans, fumbling to undo

  them.

  “Here, let me help you.” Cara flipped out the button, pulling back

  slightly to lift her body as Izzy pulled them down to reveal firm tanned

  thighs. As she threw them to the floor Izzy leant in for a kiss, her hands

  caressing Cara’s hips, and stomach before she slid her fingers under the

  edge of her underwear.

  Cara was wet and ready, and that turned Izzy on even more. As her

  legs parted a little more Izzy delved deeper, wetting her fingers before

  circling her swollen clit. As they kissed, Cara’s moans and writhing against

  Izzy’s touch bolstered her confidence. Sliding two fingers deep inside, she

  felt Izzy clamp around her immediately, pulling her in.

  “I want more of you and harder.”

  Izzy was more than happy to meet Cara’s demand and did exactly as she

  was told. With all her fingers sliding hard in and out in a far rougher motion

  than the way Cara had touched her, she slid her thumb hard over her clit and

  then just a few strokes she sent Cara toppling into orgasm.

  When Izzy pulled her hand out of Cara’s underwear, she brought it up

  to her lips, making a show of licking her fingers off. Cara cursed under her

  breath as she watched. “Jesus, you’re hot.” She said with a laugh. “How did

  I get so lucky tonight?”

  Izzy laughed in response. “Who knows? Maybe it was that cute smile

  of yours.”

  Cara pulled her in and held her tight, the sweat on their bodies

  mingling. Without realizing how tired she had been, Izzy fell asleep.

  THREE

  She awoke the next morning to the obnoxious sound of her phone’s alarm.

  She was groggy, sitting up slowly. That’s when she felt the warmth in the

  bed next to her and remembered Cara. The sound of the alarm had the other

  woman rising, just as groggily as Izzy had been.

  She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. “What time is it?”

  She asked.

  Izzy rolled onto her stomach, finding her jeans on the floor. She

  grabbed her phone from the pocket and checked it, shutting the alarm off in

  the process. “Six.” She said with a sigh. She had barely gotten any sleep; it

  would be a rough day.

  Cara vocalized her objection. “Ugh.” She said with a sigh. Cara

  rolled off the bed, getting to her feet and searching for her clothes in the

  dark. “I have to get ready for work.” She said, finding her jeans. She pulled

  them on, searching for her shirt.

  “So do I,” Izzy said, yawning. She was going to need so much coffee

  to get through her shift. She watched as Cara got redressed, stopping to

  check her own phone before her attention turned back to Izzy.

  “I had a really good time last night.”

  “So did I.” Izzy agreed. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me. I enjoyed it.” Cara said before leaving the bedroom.

  Izzy sat on the bed until she heard the front door close. Then she fell back

  in bed, taking a breath.

  Was she ever going to find a hook-up as good as Cara had been

  again?

  Work for Cara that day was hectic. She always seemed to have those days

  when she was running on the minimum amount of sleep possible. Every day

  for a paramedic was busy, but it always seemed to increase on days like

  these. That was why she was forever thankful for having a partner like

  Terri, who offered to run the call while Cara drove them to the hospital.

  The patient in the back was complaining of chest pains, and both

  Terri and Cara suspected a heart attack, so they drove lights and sirens,

  speeding toward City General. They arrived in record time, Cara parking

  them in the ambulance bay. She turned the truck off and hopped out,

  heading towards the back to help Terri get the stretcher out and into the

  emergency room.

  Once inside, a nurse greeted them. They gave her the rundown and

  signed over care. As they turned to leave, Cara caught a glimpse of Jack.

  Jack was a familiar face at City General. Whenever Cara needed it,

  he was willing to help her out with whatever it may be. Sometimes the pair

  would even go to Parade together. They weren’t close, but Cara thought of

  him as a friend.

  She turned to Terri, telling her that she would be back in just a

  moment. Walking up to Jack, she raised her hand in a wave. “Hey!” She

  said before she finished her approach. Just as she got up next to him, she

  realized that he wasn’t alone.

  Standing next to Jack was the same woman from the night before,

  Izzy. She was wearing a white coat with a light blue stethoscope around her

  neck. On her ID badge, it read; ‘Izzy Frost; Cardiothoracic Resident’.

  Awkwardness washed over Cara. She hadn’t expected to run into Izzy

  again and certainly not so soon. It wasn’t like they had a bad night; it wasn’t

  like she never wanted to see her again. It’s just weird running into a hook-

  up on the clock.

  If Jack sensed the tense, awkward air between the two of them, he

  didn’t show it. “Hey, Cara. How have you been?”

  Cara swallowed. “Fine, what about yourself?”

  “Pretty good. I had a really good night last night. Took Izzy here,” He

  paused to gesture over to Izzy with his thumb. Her cheeks were flushed red,

  and she wasn’t making eye contact with Cara. Somehow, that made Cara

  feel a bit better. At least she wasn’t the only one feeling awkward. “over to

  Parade for the first time. The guy I hooked up with?” Jack let out a low

  whistle. “Let me tell you; he was gorgeous.”

  “Yeah?” Cara was doing her best to stay normal. “Sounds awesome.

  We’re going to have to grab a drink together sometime so we can catch up. I

  sho
uld probably get going though. You know how Terri gets when I dawdle

  too much. She just wants to run calls all day.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll text you and we’ll pick a day to get drinks after our

  shifts.” Jack said. The two said their goodbyes before they parted, leaving

  Izzy and Jack standing there. Never one to settle for silence, Jack turned to

  Izzy. “That’s Cara. She’s the one who told me about Parade, actually. She’s

  a medic, so she’s around quite a bit.”

  Izzy swallowed, staring straight ahead. “I, uh… actually already

  know Cara.”

  “Wait. How do you know Cara?”

  “Remember how I told you about the hot girl I hooked up with last

  night…”

  The look on Jack’s face was one of shock. His eyes widened, and he

  gasped. “What? No. You and Cara?” The shock seemed to fade quickly

  though, a smile taking over. “You should go for it! It can’t be just some

  random chance that you two had a one-night stand and now it turns out

  you’ll probably be working together a lot. It’s like the start of a love story.”

  Izzy looked at him; it was her turn for her eyes to be wide. She shook

  her head. “No. Absolutely not. In fact, let’s not use that word ever again.”

  “Love? And why not? Are you trying to be some sort of ‘cool girl’

  who doesn’t do commitment or something.”

  “No. It’s not that.” Izzy sighed. She leaned back against one of the

  solid pillars in the ER and crossed her arms over her chest. “Jack, you know

  I’ve never even told my parents about me, never mind a long-term

  relationship. I’ve been doing my best to get this residency to keep them off

  my back, so I’m not going to blow it all on a relationship, besides it’s hardly

  the time to be staring at a relationship with the hours I work.”

  Jack sighed as he looked down at her. “I see your point, Izzy. I really,

  really do. You’re going to have to come out, eventually. Is that something

  you really want to give up? If it is, fine. But I’d be a shitty friend if I told

  you that you’re making a smart choice.”

  Izzy shook her head. “Jack, it was a one-night thing. Cara is probably

  feeling as weird about this whole thing as me. But it doesn’t matter anyway

  because I’m not ready for anything like that.”

  Cara climbed into the passenger side of the ambulance, sighing, and