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

by Ruby Scott

  Izzy’s head pushed against the pillow, her mouth opening wider, releasing a

  deeper, more guttural moan. I don’t want this to end.

  Picking up pace, and responding to Izzy’s request for her to be harder,

  Cara became lost in the rhythm the two had naturally melted into. Hard and

  relentless, Cara gave everything she had. Izzy’s legs were clamped around

  her waist pulling her in, her hands tightly grasping the sheets pulling them

  up and off the bed. She could feel a small bead of sweat tickle as it ran

  down her forehead. As Izzy screamed, arching her back and tightening her

  thighs harder still, Cara kept the pace, entranced with the look of almost

  pain that threw Izzy’s mouth wide and eyes tightly shut. As the shudders

  from the orgasm beneath her mixed with her own arousal and the strap

  rubbing against her clit, she allowed herself the smallest of releases.

  “Out, out!” Izzy’s hands were shaking as they motioned Cara to pull

  away.

  Cara gently eased herself out and fell back against the sheets alongside

  Izzy, panting to catch her breath.

  When Izzy finally spoke, her voice was still a little shaky. “Jesus.

  That was amazing.”

  Cara grinned. “Glad to hear that. Don’t tell me you’re tired now

  though?” Cara’s question was answered as she felt Izzy’s hand on the strap-

  on, moving it up and down slowly and with it, the straps that held so tightly

  against Cara’s clit.

  “Turn over. I want you on all fours now.”

  Izzy did exactly as she was told, holding her ass high in the air. How the

  fuck did I get so lucky? Was all Cara could think as she looked at Izzy’s

  firm ass and glistening readiness. Entering harder and deeper than before,

  she rode her hard, pushing Izzy’s head down into the bed. As her own

  excitement built, she watched as Izzy threw back her head, tensing her body

  and letting out a primal groan. She felt Izzy’s orgasm in a shudder and a

  gush. As a trickle ran down the top of her thigh, all she could do was moan

  in delight.

  Afterwards, they lay together, hot and sweaty. Izzy lowered her hand,

  sliding it down the straps to where they split. Her fingers rubbed gently

  against Cara’s swollen clit.

  “Ah, no you don’t.” Cara’s hand swatted away the hand which was

  teasing her. “Tonight was all about you.”

  As Izzy’s lips fell onto hers, she accepted the kiss.

  “Are you sure?”

  Cara nodded once. “Absolutely. You can make it up to be another

  time.” The words slipped from her lips without a second thought. It wasn’t

  until a beat after she had spoken them that she realized what she had done.

  She had made the promise of another time between the two of them. She

  could easily go back on her word, call it a slip of the tongue… but that’s not

  what she wanted.

  She may have not been ready for a relationship, but she was ready for

  whatever this thing with Izzy was. She just wanted to keep seeing her. She

  wanted to keep hearing her make those noises.

  SEVEN

  “She said I could make it up to her another time.” The next morning Izzy

  had gotten to work early, after waking up in Cara’s bed. She was grabbing

  some coffee with Jack before her shift, and he was getting some of the

  previous night's highlights. Izzy, as she often tended to do, was replaying

  the words Cara had said over and over again in her head. She needed help

  to decipher them, and Jack knew Cara better than she did.

  Jack shrugged, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. He took a sip,

  wincing as it initially burnt, but he drank more anyway. “It means there’s

  going to be a next time. Also, for the record, I just want to say I was right. I

  knew you two were going to sleep together again.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Izzy rolled her eyes, blowing over the lid of her coffee

  cup with the hope of cooling it. “But… what does that mean?”

  “Does it have to mean anything? It means she likes you; she likes the

  sex, and she wants to do it again. Don’t think so much into it, Izzy.”

  She sighed in response. Didn’t Jack know that was just who she was?

  “Should I tell her that I don’t want anything serious?”

  “Did she ask you to move in or make any type of commitment?”

  “No?”

  “Then I don’t think you need to tell her you don’t want a relationship.

  I think she just wants to keep things casual between the two of you… so

  why not? Finding a consistently good lay who’s willing to work around our

  schedule isn’t easy. Cara might be the best option for you.”

  Izzy sighed, “I guess you’re right. I’m probably overthinking it.”

  “And then I said, ‘you can make it up to me another time’.” Cara sighed,

  burying her face in her hands. In the passenger’s seat next to her, Terri was

  absolutely dying. She was laughing so hard that she was wheezing, arms

  clutching her sides. “It’s not that funny!”

  “Oh. It absolutely is. You’re telling her she can get you off later

  equates to you asking her on a date. It just means you two can have sex for

  the third time. Why are you freaking out so much?” Terri asked between

  giggles.

  Cara sighed. “Because I want to keep it casual. I don’t want to turn

  this into something it’s not, and I don’t want to lead her on. I’d feel like a

  complete ass.”

  “I don’t think you’re leading her on. It just means you like her, and

  you want to have sex with her again. Is that such a bad thing?”

  “No, I guess not.”

  “Exactly. You’ll be fine. I swear. I’m sure Izzy didn’t even notice

  what words you did or didn’t use.”

  “Yeah… you’re probably right.”

  As the days passed, Izzy and Cara began to run into each other more

  frequently. Each time, there was some very obvious flirting between the two

  and no mention of what Cara had said. Both decided not to bring it up

  unless the other one did.

  Most of the moments between the two of them were in passing in the

  hallway. Sometimes words weren’t even exchanged. Cara would wink at

  her, and Izzy would melt in return.

  Then, one day, Izzy realized that she hadn’t seen Cara that day

  despite knowing she worked. It felt weird that she had slowly begun to

  memorize her schedule. She knew which days she was likely to run into her

  at the hospital, and she secretly looked forward to those days more than she

  would ever admit to.

  Testing her luck, even at the risk of coming off as a crazed stalker,

  Izzy entered the EMS break room a little after lunch. Standing there with a

  sandwich in her hand was Cara and another woman next to her. She was

  older but wore the same pale grey uniform as Cara did. They both turned to

  see Izzy, and a smile immediately spread over Cara’s face. “Izzy! Hey!”

  Then she paused. “What are you doing here?”

  Izzy panicked. For some reason ‘looking for you’ didn’t seem like a

  good enough answer. It just felt creepy. So instead, she settled on a lie. “I

  was… um… wanting to pinch a bottle of water. You guys always have the

  best stuff.”<
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  The eyebrows on the older woman next to Cara were raised, but Cara

  herself appeared to buy what Izzy was saying. If she thought it was a lie,

  she didn’t call her out on it. “Oh, right? Well… I know I shouldn’t, I was

  just passing, and I didn’t have change for the vending machine. I’ll replace

  it later.”

  “Yeah, you should do that.”

  Before she could turn around, the unknown woman cleared her

  throat. “Right!” Cara said. “Izzy, this is my partner, Terri.”

  Izzy reached her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Terri.”

  Taking Izzy’s hand, Terri grinned. “It’s nice to meet you too, Izzy.

  Cara has told me so much about you.” That single comment had Izzy’s

  cheeks flushing pink. “Well,” Terri said, completely glancing over her

  previous comment. “I’m gonna head back to the truck. Cara, you should

  probably hurry, so dispatch doesn’t think we’re slacking and make sure

  Chrissie doesn’t catch you.” Nodding to Izzy with a huge smirk, “I’ll see

  you around.” And she disappeared through the door, leaving the two of

  them on their own.

  There were only a few feet between Cara and Izzy, both of them

  standing there, unsure of what to say. Finally, Cara spoke up and broke the

  silence. “You didn’t need to steal a bottle of water, did you?” There was a

  knowing smirk on her lips that made the blush on Izzy’s cheeks darken.

  “I did!” Izzy tried to object before her eyes turned downcast. “I did,

  however… kind of want to see you.” She spoke so quickly, in hopes to just

  gloss over it, that the last six words jumbled together.

  Cara laughed. “I wanted to see you too. I just didn’t have an excuse to

  make it to the cardio wing, and I didn’t see you around the ER. I was

  wondering… do you wanna go out tonight? We could get dinner or some

  drinks or something. Totally not as a date, but just as a… thing.”

  Not a date. Why did those words make Izzy’s stomach drop? Was it

  because she wanted a date with Cara? Still, she tried to play it just as cool

  as Cara was. “Yeah, we could do dinner tonight. That’d be nice.”

  “Cool. I’ll see you at seven?” Cara asked, getting a nod in response.

  She stuffed a bag of chips to eat later in one of her pockets. As she was

  passing Izzy, she added in a low voice, “Pack a bag? You’ll probably end up

  staying the night.”

  Of course, Izzy ended up staying the night. She began staying the night at

  Cara’s place more and more often. Cara’s place was cozy and just a bit

  closer to the hospital. It also didn’t make Izzy feel like the walls were

  closing in on her. Her apartment was beginning to feel like a gift for giving

  up her free will.

  The strangest part was… sex didn’t always happen. Sometimes they

  would just pig out on takeout and vent about their days. They were

  becoming more and more comfortable in the company of each other.

  Like now, they were both in their PJ’s sitting cross-legged on Cara’s

  patchwork couch. In their laps were Styrofoam trays from the Chinese place

  down the street. “So then,” Cara said, continuing her story. “Terri realized

  that the woman did have use of the right side of her body. She was just so

  damn high that she didn’t realize it. So, she felt awful because she was so

  patronizing in the beginning. I mean, granted the nurse gave us the wrong

  information, but still. It was awful.”

  Izzy laughed, holding tightly to her tray of food as her body shook,

  doing her best not to spill it on the floor. “God, that still sounds so much

  better than my day. Sara paired me with her again. It’s like the fifth shift in

  a row that I’m shadowing her. People are beginning to talk, they’re saying

  I’m her favorite, like I’m the teacher’s pet or something.”

  “Wait. Wasn’t she a complete bitch to you only a few weeks ago? I

  wonder what changed.”

  “I don’t know, but it’s starting to get a little weird. I kind of wish she

  went back to yelling at me again.” Izzy sighed. It was beginning to get

  weird how often she was made to work with Sara. There were so many

  other talented surgeons at City General that she could learn from. Why was

  she paired continuously with the chief? Maybe this was her punishment.

  Maybe Sara didn’t trust her after Thomas’s death and wanted to keep an eye

  on everything she did.

  “I wouldn’t think too much into it,” Cara said, shrugging a shoulder.

  “I’m sure it’s nothing. She probably just sees the most potential in you.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  Izzy was five minutes late the next morning. More panic arose in her

  each second that she was late. Both she and Cara had overslept, ignoring

  their alarms. They’d both just been busy at work the past few days and

  staying up late with each other. It was exhausting.

  A minute after she had changed, Izzy was out of the locker room and

  trying to blend in with the other residents, Sara seemed to notice. “Frost!”

  She shouted over the crowd of residents trying to peek at the board and see

  who’s service they were on that day. “You’re not with Connelly today;

  you’re with me. Hanson, you take Frost’s shift with Connelly.”

  Izzy sighed. Once again, she was stuck with Sara. The crowd began

  to dismantle and head towards where their attending would be, leaving Izzy

  with the chief. The older woman looked at her; annoyance etched on her

  face. “This is the second time you’ve been late this week, Frost.” Before

  Izzy could open her mouth and apologize or offer an excuse, Sara

  continued. “I don’t care what my residents do in their personal lives, but I

  can’t have them being late. If something’s distracting you, you should

  probably get rid of it.”

  That wasn’t going to happen. Izzy dipped her head and apologized. “I

  realize that. I’m sorry for my tardiness. It won’t happen again.”

  “I really hope not, Izzy. You’re bright and talented; I don’t want to

  see your potential go to waste over that girl you’re messing around with.”

  How… how did Sara know about Cara? It wasn’t like they made whatever

  their relationship was obvious. Had she heard her talking to Jack? Or had

  someone told her about Izzy sneaking off to the EMS room to see her? Izzy

  didn’t know what to say and just like before, Sara glossed over it. “Anyway,

  since we’ve been working together so much lately… you can call me Sara

  when we’re alone. Call me chief when others are around. I don’t want

  people to think you’re getting special treatment.”

  So Izzy was getting special treatment… but why?

  EIGHT

  Izzy was exhausted. Sara had run her ragged that day. Nothing was enough

  for the chief. But when Cara asked her to come over that night, she was

  unable to convince herself to say ‘no’. She wanted to spend time with her.

  Cara picked something up for them to eat on her way home, and they

  unwound from their day together, eating a decent dinner that wasn’t

  Chinese food and drinking a bottle of wine.

  It wasn’t long after dinner when things started to get hot and he
avy

  between the two of them. Cara’s hand slid up Izzy’s thigh, moving to her

  inner thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Izzy wasn’t able to resist (not like

  she would ever want to). Cara took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

  She pushed Izzy back onto the bed, crawling on top of her. Their lips met,

  the kiss between them deepening rather quickly. Izzy was into it. She leaned

  into the kiss, got her fingers all tangled in Cara’s short hair.

  When the kiss broke, Cara cursed. “Sorry,” She mumbled. “I just

  remember I don’t have a clean uniform for tomorrow. Do you think it’d be

  okay if I ran down and put one in the wash? I know, I know, totally

  unsexy.”

  Izzy laughed. She had thought she had messed something up, or Cara

  remembered she had a real date waiting for her. But no, she was just upset

  over laundry. She gave her shoulders a shove. “Yeah. That’s fine. Just hurry

  up, I’ll be waiting on you. I may even start the show without you.”

  Cara raised her eyebrows. “Oh? I’m definitely into that.” She gave

  Izzy another quick kiss. “I’ll be right back, I swear.”

  Izzy watched as Cara gathered her uniform from the floor and ran

  from the room. The front door slammed behind her as she left the

  apartment. Izzy laughed once more to herself and decided to just let her

  eyes rest while she waited for Cara.

  Cara returned less than ten minutes later. She entered the bedroom,

  fully expecting to be receiving a nice little show from Izzy. Instead, she was

  curled up in the center of the bed, faintly snoring. She couldn’t help but

  smile, shaking her head.

  It would be easy to get upset or be annoyed, but why would she be?

  Izzy was exhausted. She didn’t want to do anything unless she was

  completely into it too. She approached the bed, trying to be as careful as

  possible so she wouldn’t disturb the sleeping Izzy. She moved Izzy’s body

  so she could pull the blankets over and tuck her in.

  After changing into her PJ’s, Cara crawled into bed next to her. She

  laid there for a minute, observing how peaceful Izzy looked. That’s when

  she realized, as much as she wanted to deny it, she was falling for Izzy. This

  was the last thing she wanted, but here she was.

  There was no way around it either.