Doctor Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  The only surprise is Nany, which shouldn’t be a surprise at all. She shows up one night, looking like she’s high again. But all she does is drop off a fully stocked surgical kit.

  “You’re welcome,” she says, then puts her hand out. “Now pay me.”

  Bailey shot me an angry look but I just counted out another hundred dollars from my wallet. Nany turned and left without another word.

  With the kit and the mobile surgical machine, we have everything we need. So all we need to do now is pick a date.

  “Two days,” I say to Bailey at the end of those two weeks. “We’re doing the surgery in two days.”

  “Wait, what?” She stares at me, her eyes wide with surprise.

  “Listen,” I say softly, walking over to her. “We’re ready. You’re ready. We have what we need and now it’s time to do this. The longer we wait, the more likely it is that Nany will fuck something up.”

  “We don’t have the anesthesia,” she points out.

  “I know that. I’m working on it.”

  “Two days.” She chews her lip. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little freaked out.”

  “I get it. This is a lot.”

  “I know.” I sit down next to her and put my hand on her thigh. She chews her lip some more and looks at me. “It’s okay if you’re worried.”

  “It’s just, it’s easy to practice for. You know? It’s a totally different thing to actually… cut open my mom.”

  I nod slowly. “I know,” I say. “But trust me, Bailey. I’ve been in a lot of surgeries in my day, and you’re more than ready for it.”

  “I just… I don’t know what I’ll do if something goes wrong.”

  “Nothing will go wrong. I promise, Bailey. I won’t let that happen.”

  “If something does go wrong and it’s my fault… Westin, I don’t think I could live with that.”

  I take her hands in mine and hold them tight. She’s shaking a little bit and I think I recognize a panic attack starting.

  “Breathe,” I say softly. “I’m serious, take some deep breaths. Nice and slow, in and out. Just take some breaths. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

  She nods a little and starts to breathe. I breathe with her, in and out, deep and slow then letting it flow. After a few rounds of this, she sighs and nods a little.

  “Okay. Sorry. I feel a little better.”

  “It’s okay.” I squeeze her hands again. “Listen to me. I promise, nothing will happen. You won’t do anything wrong. We’re going to help your mom, okay?”

  “Right. Okay. That’s why we’re here. That’s why we’ve been doing all this.”

  “Exactly. You’re ready. I wouldn’t take you into an OR unless you really were ready.”

  She watches me for a long moment. I reach up and brush my fingers across her cheek before sliding my fingers into her hair. I hold it tight before leaning closer and kissing her gently.

  She kisses me back. It lingers for a long moment and I feel her breathing hard, can practically feel her heart jumping from its chest.

  “Two days,” she whispers.

  “Two days. Tomorrow, we start cleaning. And the day after…”

  “We do the surgery,” she finishes.

  “That’s right.” I kiss her one more time. “It’ll be okay. You’re ready.”

  “Yeah,” she says, sounding a little surer. “I am ready.”

  We leave that night holding hands, at least until we get into the lobby.

  She really is ready. I’m sure she doesn’t think so, but things fell into place without her even realizing. She picked it up faster than I figured, and now it’s time to get this done.

  Grace is starting to forgive me and Nany is on the verge of breaking. So we’d better go through with this or else the risk will just keep getting worse and worse.

  It’s time. Whether we want it to be or not, it’s time.

  * * *

  “Oh my god. What the hell is this stuff?”

  Bailey makes a face and sniffs the bucket again. Inside is a bluish liquid that seems to shimmer in the fluorescent lights.

  “Bleach, mostly. Some other ingredients.” I shrug a little. “It’s hospital-grade disinfectant so it’ll kill any bug you throw at it.”

  She sighs a little and groans. “Are you sure we’re not going to die in here?”

  “We should be fine. I mean, they clean ORs all the time.”

  She gives me a look. “You’re not reassuring.”

  I throw a pair of thick rubber gloves at her. “Too bad. We’re doing this either way.”

  She sighs, picks up the gloves and pulls them on.

  “Let’s get to work.”

  The first thing we do is empty the room out of everything except for the medical equipment. I stole a mobile tray and a gurney, so we’re mostly all set. We remove the chairs and tables, stashing them in the room next door, and I wheel the whiteboard away.

  “You know, I’ll almost miss that,” she says fondly. “The way you jabbed at it and yelled when I got things wrong really made me fall in love, you know?”

  “It loves you too,” I say, grinning at her. “You were the best friend a whiteboard ever had.”

  She laughs and waves goodbye as I shove it into another room.

  “Farewell, old friend,” I whisper, shutting the door.

  She throws a dry sponge at me as I come back into the room. I laugh and catch it before throwing it back. She giggles and I chase her a little bit. I think we both feel nervous as hell and this is our way of working some of those nerves out.

  I catch her and pick her up. She kicks her legs before I let her down. She turns and backs away from me, stumbling into the wall behind her. I step forward and pin her there against it, feeling her breathing quicken, her breasts pressing against me.

  “We should get to work,” she whispers.

  “Yeah. We should.” I kiss her, my hands on her hips. “We really should.”

  She kisses me back, nice and slow.

  But eventually, we have to break the kiss off. I don’t want to and it hurts like hell to stop, but we need to finish this tonight and we don’t have forever.

  “Come on,” she says. “Get yourself under control.”

  “Please. You’re practically dripping wet all over this floor.”

  “Don’t be disgusting.”

  “I’m not. Your wet little pussy is beautiful.”

  “Stop.” She brandishes a sponge at me. “I’ll wet this one if you say another word.”

  I smile at her. “Another word.”

  She rolls her eyes. I laugh and grab my own sponge, and together, we get to work.

  We start on the floors. It’s not too bad, once we get a good system going. We scrub the floors, corner to corner, making sure every surface gets cleaned. Once that’s done, and the smell is a little overwhelming, we retreat into the other room to let it dry.

  I sit down on a chair and check the time. It took us a little over an hour to scrub down the floor, and we still have to do the equipment.

  “When this is all over, what do you plan on doing?” Bailey asks me suddenly without any preamble.

  I shrug a little. “I have no clue. Just work, I guess.”

  “Are you happy at this hospital?”

  That question hadn’t really occurred to me, not exactly at least. I mean, I knew I wasn’t happy not being able to do the surgeries I wanted to do, but I hadn’t considered whether I should go somewhere else.

  “It’s a good hospital,” I say finally. “It’s prestigious. The pay is good, my coworkers are good for the most part. We get good cases every once in a while, even though I’m not allowed to work any of them.” I shrug a little bit. “I guess I’m complacent.”

  Bailey’s quiet for a second. I study her pretty face, sweating and flushed just a little bit. “I’m complacent too,” she admits.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’m happy working at the coffee shop. I don’t get paid much, but I like my ho
urs and I like my boss. I’m just… I’m just comfortable.”

  “But once your mom is better, you’ll have more freedom, right?”

  “That’s the idea.” She shrugs a little. “But I don’t know what I want to do with that freedom.”

  “I understand,” I say softly.

  “I mean, she got sick right when I would’ve gone to college and she’s been sick this whole time. So I don’t know anything other than how to take care of her.”

  “Maybe you really should become a nurse,” I suggest, almost half-kidding. “I mean, you’re already doing it. You’d be good at it.”

  “Maybe I should be a doctor,” she counters.

  I nod seriously. “That’s a good idea.”

  She seems surprised by my response. “You think so?”

  “Absolutely. Why not become a doctor? You’re smart enough, that much is obvious. I bet you could get into medical school.”

  “I’d have to go to college first.”

  “So go to college.”

  “You make it sound so easy. I have no money. My mom can’t help pay for it. I’d end up in so much debt, I’d never get out of it.”

  “What if I paid?”

  She stares at me for a long moment. “Don’t joke, Westin.”

  “I’m not joking.” I lean forward, meeting her gaze. “If you go back to college, I’ll pay for it. All of it. Every penny. Plus room and board.”

  She laughs a little bit, her eyes wide, shaking her head. “That’s nuts. Come on. After this is over and you get what you want from me, we’re done. You won’t owe me a thing.”

  “I know I don’t owe you anything,” I say softly. I shift in my seat, sitting closer to her. I put my hand on her thigh and I feel it again, that tightness in my chest, that excitement in my body. “I want to do this for you. I have money, a lot of money. I’ve saved almost everything I’ve gotten, invested most of it. I’m actually…” I laugh a little bit. “I’m kind of rich, honestly.”

  “Come on,” she says, shaking her head, “this isn’t funny.”

  “This isn’t a joke. I made some good investments early on and really, I have plenty of money. More than I need. So let me do this for you.”

  She stares at me, biting her lip. Our gazes lock for a long moment, not saying anything. In this moment, I know it more than anything in this world, how much I care for this girl.

  I love her. It hits me all at once, overwhelming and intense, but it’s the truth. I love this girl. I fell in love with her and now I’m here, fully in love, unable to do a damn thing about it.

  Not that I’d want to. I want to bask in this feeling forever, if I can.

  “Okay,” she says finally. “If we get through this surgery. If you still want me when your two weeks are over. If… if a million other things. I’ll take your money.”

  “Good girl,” I say, grinning. I kiss her, nice and deep and hard. I want her to know how serious I am about it. I want her to taste it.

  Slowly, we break apart. She’s smiling though.

  “You’re too much,” she whispers.

  “I know.”

  I kiss her again, but this time…

  This time it lingers.

  This time I reach my fingers into her hair and take a fistful of it, pulling her toward me, letting her legs straddle me, pulling her into my lap. I kiss her and she takes a sharp breath as my hands move down around her body, up her shirt, teasing her breasts.

  I’m so fucking hard I can barely breathe.

  I love this girl. I love her and I want to take care of her. She may not know it yet, but this surgery, whatever happens, it’s just the beginning.

  21

  Bailey

  I straddle him and grind my hips down against his stiffening cock and let his kiss take me to another world.

  We throw our rubber gloves down on the floor. We’re both sweating a little bit but I don’t care about that right now.

  I feel a heady rush of emotions as I kiss him, our bodies pressed together. We’re really doing this, really going to do this surgery. We’re cleaning the room, we’re going forward, we’re making it happen. And it’s happening tomorrow.

  But on top of that, he says he wants to pay for me to go to college.

  It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I mean, we’re practically strangers. I don’t understand why he’d want to do that. Even if he is rich, he doesn’t do things for free. He wouldn’t do this for free.

  He’s getting my body in payment.

  And yet he wants to give me this gift. It’s going to be an expensive gift, if it ever happens. Four years of undergrad and another four of medical school. Even if he only wants to pay for undergrad, that’s still a lot of money, a huge commitment.

  I can’t believe it’s real, but Westin’s never said something he didn’t mean. At least, he doesn’t seem like the man to offer and then go back on his word.

  It’s crazy. At the start of this, I could’ve sworn he despised me, at least a little bit. Oh, he wanted my body, wanted to touch me, but I didn’t think he actually… could care about me.

  I’m still not convinced he does. Maybe I should be, maybe I’m being stupid. I mean, everything he’s done up until now has been proof that he cares.

  Like my mom said, he just showed up at our house one night when we needed him the most. It was like he knew.

  And I guess he did. But there are so few people in this world that would take a risk like that, just show up at a place. He went so far out of his way and I have to admit, it makes me want him even more.

  It makes me almost love him.

  He kisses me hard and I throw myself into the moment. I feel reckless and stupid. We’re doing this the night before the actual surgery and I guess we both have some jitters to work out.

  His lips feel so good, taste so good. I believe him when he says everything will be okay, but I’m still so scared.

  Right now though, the fear is running away. There’s nothing but his touch and his touch is all I crave.

  He pulls my hair so gently and whispers in my ear. “I dream about this, you know,” he purrs. “I dream about undressing you, touching your body. I dream about making you feel good.”

  “Yeah?” I groan. “Tell me more.”

  “I dream about laying you down in my bed, turning you over, spanking your pretty little ass. You beg me to keep going, but I tease you, because I know you like to be teased.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans, zipping down the fly, leaving them open.

  “You love being teased, pushed, and taken,” he says softly. “You like it when I use your body and make you feel good. That’s why you can’t wait to be my little toy. Isn’t that right? My little pet?”

  “Yes,” I groan. He pushes me off him and tugs at my jeans. He gets them off and I kick them away.

  This is dangerous, so dangerous. We should always be on high alert but neither of us care right now.

  He pulls me close and kisses my stomach, my legs, my pussy right over my panties. I groan a little bit and grab onto his hair. He looks up at me and pulls me down to kiss him again.

  “Every inch of you drives me wild,” he says, standing. He backs me away then lifts me up. I gasp as he puts me down on a table. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close against me, kissing him with a driving hunger that pulses from my core.

  “Every inch of you makes me need more,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough of you, Bailey. You know that? You’re a delicious little pet, a treat I shouldn’t let myself indulge in. But I can’t help it.”

  “I want more,” I groan, pulling his hair and staring into his eyes. “I want more, Westin.”

  “You can have it,” he says, pushing me back. I lean back onto my hands and he spreads my legs, almost rough, before kissing me then dropping down between my legs.

  I groan as he pushes my panties aside and finds my wet pussy. He teases me with his lips and tongue and fingers. He spreads me wide then slide
s two fingers inside before licking my clit, perfect and fast and amazing. I moan, rolling my hips, pushing against his mouth as pleasure floods my body.

  He knows exactly what to do to make me go insane. His tongue and lips and fingers tease me and lick me and suck me. Pleasure rocks through my skin and I roll my hips again, pulling him tighter.

  “Oh, god, Westin,” I moan, throwing my head back.

  It’s pure bliss. We’re doing this despite all the risk, despite everything else. We’re doing this because no matter what happens tomorrow, we can feel good together. It makes me forget all the pain, the drama, the suffering that we’ve gone through up until this point. We’ve done so much, so damn much, and it doesn’t matter anymore.

  We’re here, we’re touching, we feel good.

  I gasp and grab his hair with one hand as his tongue does something that feels so incredibly good I can barely stand it. I feel my body ache, my back tense and arch. He keeps going, not stopping. He presses two fingers inside of me and keeps doing that thing with his tongue and I’m moaning now, I’m moaning loud.

  I think I’m close. I think I’m so close. He keeps going, doesn’t stop. He goes faster, harder, faster. I gasp, grabbing his hair tighter.

  I come as he licks my pussy. I come hard, the orgasm ripping through me. I grab his hair hard and my body shakes, unable to control it. I lean back onto my elbows, breathing hard, my head buzzing. I hear a ringing in my ears and he stops and smirks at me.

  “Good girl,” he says. “Good little pet.”

  “You’re too much. That was so good.” I laugh a little, feeling so insane. “We shouldn’t do this.”

  “Oh, pet. I’m not done with you.” He leans over me and kisses my lips.

  I press myself against him again. He holds me up, hugging me close. I can taste myself on his lips but I like it, I really do. It makes that pulse between my legs start beating again.

  I can’t get over his hunger for me. I love the way he’s starving, the way he constantly wants more, needs more. I moan into his kiss and pull his hair and god, I don’t want to stop.