by Kahlen Aymes
“Baby… Remember where we are. What if they page you in the middle of all this,” I gasped softly, before sucking his earlobe into my mouth. “I can’t be completely naked and neither can you.”
“Okay, not completely… but I want you. I’ll apologize in advance in case I get paged and we have to end in a hurry, my love.”
I pushed him down and then moved lower on his body, one hand sliding up his chest under his shirt and the other working the tie of his pants free. His cock was engorged, huge and hard. Ryan was panting as I pushed the material down just enough so it sprung free and then ran my tongue up the length of it.
“Uhhh…” His breath left him. “Julia, are you sure?”
“Completely. I want this inside of me. In any way I can get it.” I said before I took him fully into my mouth. I moaned, letting the vibrations on my lips and tongue, pleasure him.
Ryan tried to watch me as I worked over him, but eventually his head fell back against the pillows at the same time as his hips surged forward, pushing himself further into my mouth. “Baby… you’re so good. God, it feels amazing, Julia.” Love surged through me like a river. I wanted and needed to give him everything within my power. I wanted him to let go, proof of how much he wanted me and the depth of our love. I raked my nails down over his hips and the tops of his thighs, concentrating on keeping my teeth from hurting him. My hand closed around the base as my tongue circled, sucked and bobbed on him, the head was enough to fill my mouth. He was breathing hard in a short time and I could tell by the sour and salty taste of pre-cum that he was close.
“Julia, don’t make me come yet. If you make me come like this, I won’t be able to walk, let alone work.”
“I want to. I want you to come.”
“Uhh… uhhh… Juliaaaa… please. Not yet.”
I sat up and looked at him, unable to deny him, but I knew he was left aching, as was I. My body was screaming for his. His blue eyes were on fire and intent as they roamed over me. “You are so fucking beautiful. Come here.”
He sat up and threw his legs over the side, leaning the short distance back against the wall. I stood up and he turned me around, yanking the offending material that covered me down to my knees and reaching around to slide his fingers down over my stomach, through my pubic hair until his fingers were parting the slick flesh. “Ugnnnn…” Ryan moaned softly in response, his mouth beginning to burn trails over my back and shoulder, his other hand grasping my left hip and pulling me backward toward him. “Baby, Julia… I want to feel you around me. Sit on my lap; take me inside.”
The leggings around my knees prevented me from turning to straddle him. I knew what he wanted and I gave it to him by reaching behind me and guiding his cock to my entrance. I rubbed the head in the wetness and he moaned, thrusting his hips in need. He used both hands to lift me until I was sitting on his lap and then he was pulling me down and filling me inch by delicious inch.
“Ah, yeah. God, that’s it.”
My hands on his knees allowed me to move over him and his hands roamed the front of my body as I rode him. The room was silent except for the heavy breathing and soft moans we brought from each other. I was moving on him in long, slow strokes, not wanting it to end too soon, but feeling the tension building in my own body. I clenched on him involuntarily. He moved his hand down and touched my clitoris, applying pressure in slow pulses that matched the rhythm in which we were moving together and I knew I was gone.
“Uhhhh…” I gasped for breath as my orgasm rocked me and my insides hugged around him as spasm after spasm of pleasure washed through me.
“Jesus…” Ryan groaned and his arms tightened around me to hold me down on his lap as he released deep inside me. “Fuck, Julia.” His forehead rested between my shoulder blades and his breath rushed hotly over my skin as he jerked again and again against me. “I love you.”
When he was kissing my back and his breathing regulated slightly, I pulled off of him and turned in his arms in my need to hold him. Instantly, his hungry mouth was on mine in a series of deep kisses. “I love you, more,” I whispered against his mouth.
Ryan leaned his forehead in the curve of my neck and I could feel the light sheen of perspiration there. “This was the best damn break I’ve ever had, Jules. If I don’t get fired, we’ll have to do this again.”
“I wasn’t planning on seducing you. Only seeing you. I couldn’t wait another minute.”
He pushed the hair off the side of my face and placed a kiss on my temple and then one on my cheekbone. “You’re my baby. Right?”
“Mmmm… always. I want more.” I pushed my fingers through his hair and he leaned into my hand.
“Me, too, but I should get back before they send a search party.” Ryan’s hands rubbed circles on my back.
“Okay,” I said reluctantly. “Should I take a cab home or wait for you?”
“Get a cab. It will be a couple of hours, probably.”
“Ugh. I don’t want to let go of you now that I have you.”
I got up off of his lap and pulled up the leggings and retrieved the sweater from the floor and quickly got redressed while he adjusted his clothes and checked for telltale wet spots.
I laughed softly as I watched him. “Don’t worry; I think I got most of the glop.”
“Do I smell like sex?” he asked, a grin spreading out on his face.
I leaned in and sniffed. “Nope.”
“You can’t tell because it’s on you too, silly.” He gathered me up and lifted me off the floor so he could kiss me hard on the mouth. “Thank you for coming to see me.”
I giggled and kissed him back.
The sun was coming up when I heard the door open. Finally, Ryan was home. I had showered and tried to sleep but all I could do was lay awake and wait for him, reliving the glorious half hour in the doctor’s lounge. I pretended to sleep so that he would shower and climb into bed with the intention to sleep and not make love.
He didn’t take long and was soon sliding his muscled, naked self in bed behind me. He curled up next to me and pulled me back against him. I was naked as well and he murmured a soft sigh. His strong hand closed around my forearm and his face settled in the curve of my neck.
“I know you’re awake, Julia. You aren’t breathing hard enough to be sleeping. You can’t fake me out,” he whispered.
“I guess next time I’ll breathe heavier, then.”
“Jesus, I’m tired,” he sighed against me.
I felt content. Safe. Whole.
“I know.” I looked over my shoulder toward him. “Sleep, my love.”
“You feel so good against me like this. My whole world exists right here in this bed.”
My hand traced over his forearm that was wrapped around me. Over and over I lightly traced his warm skin, the muscles and sinew strong beneath my fingers “It’s nice to have you home. You work too hard.”
“I’m sorry you have to work tomorrow, sweets. It’s too bad we can’t goof off all day, but thank you for asking me to come along. Can I ask for something?”
“Anything.”
“Will you make lemon muffins for breakfast? Before my day shift?”
I smiled and pulled his hand up to kiss it, dragging my mouth over it lightly. I loved this man so much. I’d give him the world and all he wanted was lemon muffins. “Of course. Anything you want.”
“I knew you would. I don’t care about anything else. Take my job. Take it all. I just want you. I want to hold you forever and never let go,” his voice was starting to slur as he drifted quickly to sleep.
I snuggled in closer and breathed in his breath as my eyes closed. “Okay, then don’t. Don’t let go.”
Chapter 4
Julia~
“I’m sorry, babe,” I said in hushed tones. “I’m gonna miss my flight. It can’t be helped.”
Ellie was crying in the other room, her relationship with Harris in shambles. It was impossible to leave L.A. and head back to New York as I’d planned.
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nbsp; Ryan sighed heavily on the other end of the line. I could picture the disappointment on his handsome face.
“Julia, the timing sucks!” he said harshly.
I flushed guiltily. Ryan had been monitoring the most optimal time to conceive even more diligently than I had, and he’d only agreed to my impromptu trip to L.A. on the understanding I’d be home in time for the weekend. It was rare he had two days off in a row and we’d both looked forward to a weekend sequestered in bed in our quest to make a baby. But mostly, to just soak each other up.
“I know!” I said adamantly then lowered my voice. “I’m disappointed, too. I’m sorry! But Ellie’s a mess, Ryan.” I cringed when my friend burst into a fresh bout of sobbing in the other room. Surely Ryan could hear her wailing. “She’s devastated. Harris broke up with her last night. I just can’t leave right now.”
“Christ! Why now? I can’t get a fucking break!” Ryan’s tone became harder. “I knew this was coming! She brought this on herself.”
“She’s my best friend! I can’t believe you’re being so selfish!”
“I’m selfish? I let you run off across the Goddamn country on a moment’s notice! It isn’t like we can afford this type of shit, anyway! Ellie needs to grow the fuck up.”
“You have no idea what it’s like to be dumped by someone you love! It’s never happened to you, so you can’t understand what she’s going through! You’re being a dick, Ryan!”
“She doesn’t trust the guy! He might as well screw around if he gets accused regardless of what he does! Jesus Christ!”
“I’m sorry if I can’t make it home in time for the freaking schedule! You’re acting like a spoiled brat!”
“I’m acting like a man who works eighty hours a week and never sees his wife!” he spat angrily.
“There’s always next month.”
“That’s beside the point, and it wasn’t what I said! Just forget it!”
“Ryan… I…”
Ellie came out of the bathroom, her face swollen and blotchy, letting her cell phone drop, unbidden, from her hand before she landed on the couch next to me and started to sob quietly, shaking her head. I reached out to take her hand in mine. Ryan would just have to understand.
I was heartbroken for her and trembling in the wake of the angry exchange with my husband when he sighed heavily on the other end of the line.
“When do you think you’ll be home, then?” His voice was quieter, defeated in response to the sound of Ellie’s misery in the background.
My heart ached at the tone in his voice. He missed me which was the crux of his anger. He was always generous with others, but he was over-worked, impatient and probably horny as hell.
“I’m not sure. But, I love you.”
He didn’t respond right away and I turned my back to Ellie so she wouldn’t read my expression.
“Ryan, I said I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“Please don’t make me feel guilty for being here.”
“I gotta go.” He ended the call before I could respond and I glanced up at my friend.
“Shit!” I sighed as I threw the phone down next to me.
“I’m sorry, Julia. I’m ruining your relationship as well as my own.”
“He’ll get over it. He’s exhausted and not himself.” My words didn’t sound convincing, even to me. “What did Harris have to say?”
“He won’t take my calls,” she said miserably before another torrent of tears began. I put my arms around her and stroked her hair as she sobbed against my shoulder.
RYAN~
“Jane!” I shouted as I ran in with the paramedics. We were wheeling the patient in from the ambulance bay.
“Room 5.” I pointed in the direction I needed them to go. Barry and Neil were the best paramedics around. I’d seen their skills many times in the months I’d been at St. Vincent’s, and as far as I knew, none of the others could touch them. Many patients made it to the hospital alive that might have died with others attending them.
“Gunshot to the upper left chest, close range 22 through the upper lobe and possibly out the back. We didn’t have time to check for an exit wound, but there is a chance of spinal injury. Reflexes are dead in the legs. The lung is punctured, we’ve aspirated, and started saline,” Barry rattled off the details, while Neil gave the task of bagging over to Jane. “BP: seventy over thirty, pulse is weak, pupils are fixed and dilated. He’s in shock and crashed on the way in. We managed to resuscitate, but it’s a bad one, Ryan.”
The patient was gurgling, literally drowning in his own blood, and I took over pressing the gauze into the wound. It was quickly saturating.
“How long?” I asked as we wheeled him into the room.
“20:13,” Neil responded, hanging the IV bag on the hook above the gurney. I glanced at the clock. Time was short. Fucking Golden Hour; survival was more likely if we could stabilize the patient within an hour of the injury, and already 23 minutes of that was history. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my team launched into action as Barry and Neil left the room.
I looked down at the kid. He wasn’t more than 16 or 17 years old, wearing gang colors, and now if his life wasn’t over, he might wish it was. Jane began slicing off his shirt and jeans, moving calmly and confidently, while another nurse stood hooking up the monitors. I had to stop the bleeding or he’d die within minutes. “Start a transfusion. Push two units of O negative.” Usually the attending resident would make that call, but he’d left the ER for his dinner break not ten minutes earlier. “Then page Wagner.”
The wound was a sucking wound—air wheezing sickeningly in and out of the hole in the kid’s chest. I stuck my gloved finger in the wound, trying to ascertain the extent of the damage. It felt contained, mostly penetration trauma with little cavitation. Jane pulled the fabric free of the boy’s body and began examining it. His lungs began to fill more easily, his breathing less labored with my finger sealing the wound.
“It appears to be a single exit wound, right shoulder blade, Ryan, so there should be no fragmentation. It looks clean.” It was too dangerous to turn him over to see what we were dealing with, but there was just a fraction of blood on the back of the shirt, so the majority of the damage appeared to be in the left lung. “Blood pressure is dropping, pulse is weak.”
“Push the fluids,” I began, suctioning as much blood as I could from the wound. Jane appeared at my side with the clotting medication. She set it on the tray next to me and then went to adjust the IVs.
Screams from the reception area warned us mere seconds before the door burst open. Everyone inside was startled as three young men rushed in. They were all banged up, one of them—a bulky black kid with his head shaved—was bleeding profusely. He had one hand holding the gash in his side as he fell weakly up against the wall near the door for support.
A smaller white kid’s face was bruised and swollen. He was nervous, tattoos covering both of his bare arms and neck, while a large Hispanic man wearing a black and white bandana pushed in front of the other two, waving a large butcher knife.
“Get away from that motherfucker, Doc! He deserves to die, and we’re gonna make sure he does. He dies, or you die!” The voice was brutally deep, cold as ice and unmoving; without remorse.
The surface of my skin ran cold and I paused for a split second, glancing briefly over my shoulder to assess the situation. The smaller man had a gun and was waving it around. My eyes met Jane’s across the patient’s body. She continued to squeeze the bag with barely a second’s hesitation in her rhythm and I grabbed the packet of Celox, preparing to continue with my job. Her face was pinched, I could see she was horrified at the young age of the patient; he couldn’t be more than 16. And she was terrified; it showed in the shaking of her hands. Still, she kept working.
“Please put the gun down,” I said. My gloved hands, covered in blood, had a difficult time opening the cellophane packet of medication.
Kari, one of the other nurses, moved forward to the b
oy by the door of the examination room, who was now close to falling to the floor. He was weak, blood seeping out of his wound to spread eerily over his shirt, a dark trail starting down his right thigh. His eyes were glassy and started to roll back in his head. Stupid fuckers! Such a waste. And for what?
“Get him on a gurney, Kari!” I instructed. “Take him into another examining room!”
There was shuffling outside the room and I could only assume that the staff was moving the other patients out of the ER. At least, I prayed they were.
“No! He ain’t going no where!” The gang leader shouted. He moved around the table where my patient lay, like a predator ready to pounce.
“He’ll bleed out in a few minutes if we don’t attend to him.” My eyes met his without flinching.
“He’s dead already.” The man dismissed his friend with deadly calm. “This little cocksucker stuck him in the gut. Killed my little brother, too, so he has to pay.”
My chest filled painfully as I sucked air hard into my lungs. The smaller kid bounced back and forth on his feet, a small handgun dangling from his hand. I recognized his jittery demeanor and glazed over eyes. He was definitely high. The last thing we needed was for the gun to be dropped and go off with an errant bullet ricocheting around the room. “We might be able to save your friend but you have to let us try.”
“I said! He’s already dead!” The larger man shouted. The fifteen seconds that it took for all of it to go down seemed like a decade. I glanced at Kari, who was kneeling next to the frightened, wounded boy, trying to part his blood-soaked clothes with gloved hands, murmuring softly that he’d be okay. We all knew he wasn’t, even if they did let us treat him.
“What are your names?” I asked, trying to distract the men long enough to figure out what the fuck I was going to do. The kid on the table might live if I could finish what I’d started.