Helping Dr. Hottie

by Mia Madison

  I was stunned my father’s words. By his revelations about my childhood. About mom. I mean, I’d known he wasn’t around all that much, but I never knew that he considered himself to be basically an absentee father… and husband. If I became a doctor, would it be like that with my future family?

  My dad cleared his throat. “I guess what I’m saying is that if you want to go to medical school, I’ll help you. Financially, but also moral support, too. You’re my little girl, but you’re stubborn like me, and I know if you truly want to go to medical school, I can’t stop you.”

  My heart caught in my throat at this news from my father. Yes, I was prepared to do it even without his support, but having it was so much better.

  “And Owen?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Owen’s already been to medical school.”

  “Dad.” I put my hand on his arm. “Come on.”

  He sighed. “Why can’t you find a nice boy your own age?”

  There were a million reasons. Because as far as I could see, there weren’t any. Or if they were, they didn’t like me—or vice versa. Or because I didn’t want a boy—I wanted a man.

  But the most important reason was harder to articulate. “Because I want Owen. He’s pretty damn amazing. And even more amazing is that he wants me, too.” I hesitated, but it was time to lay all my cards on the table. “And I know none of us can know the future, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with him. That’s how it truly feels even though I haven’t known him for a long time.”

  My dad sighed again. “I have.”

  Confused, I blinked at him. “You have what?”

  “Known him for a long time.”

  “You have? Oh my God! You’re the friend. The guy he was best friends with for years before it went south. What happened? It sounded like you two were as close as brothers at one point.”

  “We were. Probably as close as twins. In high school and college, we did everything together. But then things started unraveling during medical school. He went to Harvard and I went upstate, and I admit, that didn’t sit well with me. Then we both started our residencies here, and he was instantly promoted above me even though he wasn’t ready. Neither of us were. Yet he was a Hawthorne, so up the ladder he went.”

  My father was silent for a moment, sipping from the glass of water the waitress had brought. “And even without that, things were changing. I met your mother our junior year of college. She and I got serious pretty quickly. Owen went from being my best friend in the world to a third wheel. It couldn’t have been pleasant for him. I guess we just grew apart and neither of us handled it very well.”

  Wow. I couldn’t believe I’d never known this important part of my father’s history. “Could you maybe… try to have a civil relationship with him? For the good of the hospital? And… for the good of me?”

  “You’re that determined to be with him?”

  “I am.”

  He closed his eyes and tilted his head upward as if asking for help from the heavens. “Then I’ll try.”

  Becca

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Owen’s deep voice caressed my ear like fine silk. It was the third time he’d asked me that. The first time was when he’d first invited me on a date tonight, and I’d chosen dinner at his place over dining at a restaurant.

  The second time was when I asked him to surprise me with something he’d cooked himself rather than getting take out. The pork had been okay. The company had been amazing.

  When he’d said it for the third time just now, it hit home what a special man he was. To consider what was best for me rather than just what was best for him. And since we were standing hand-in-hand outside the door to his bedroom, now was the time to speak honestly.

  “Yes, I’m sure.” This was something I’d hoped would happen ever since the first naughty prescription he wrote for me. I hadn’t wanted to rush it, but on the other hand, I couldn’t wait any longer. And I knew he wanted this, too.

  Wrapping my arm around his neck, I peppered his mouth with little kisses, laughing softly as his stubble teased my smooth skin. “I’m absolutely, positively, 115% sure I want this.”

  He grinned, scooped me up, and carried me into his bedroom. “Is that all?” he scoffed as I clung to his neck. “I’m 120% sure. And ready. And hard.”

  I chuckled as he sat on the side of his massive, king bed with me still in his arms. “I’m not certain it’s physically possible for you to be 120% harder than usual. I’ve taken a bunch of science classes, you know.”

  “Have you now? Should we do some experiments? Run some tests? No needles, though.” He winced theatrically.

  “Well… how about we just say that you’re 120% bigger than other guys?”

  “Yes,” he said fervently. “Please say that to anyone. And everyone. Shout it far and wide. Shall I buy you a megaphone or do you have one already?”

  I giggled, hitting him in the chest. And that one touch was all it took for my laughter to fade away. Still sitting in his lap, I slid my finger under his button-down gray shirt. “Speaking of body parts I’d like to shout about… do you know I haven’t seen you with your shirt off since that third day of the outreach tour?”

  “Do you know I’ve never seen you with your shirt off?” he countered.

  “Good point.” I hadn’t thought of that. We hadn’t had much time alone recently, not with the way my father had been acting. “Though I seem to recall a time or two when your hand was under my shirt… and my bra.”

  “Would you like it there again?” His voice was husky.

  “No.”

  “No?” he echoed. The look of surprise on his face made me smirk.

  “No, I don’t want your hand under my shirt—because very soon, my shirt’s going to be on the floor. And so is yours, FYI.”

  “Sounds like a good start to me. Ladies first?” Owen smirked right back at me.

  “Of course, I’ll go first.” I got to my feet, standing between his legs, my breasts very close to his face. Placing my fingers on the top two buttons of my silk blouse, I waited until I was absolutely sure I had his complete attention. Then I grinned down at him, throwing one leg and then the other over his, straddling his thighs. Good thing I’d worn a skirt that flared out at the hemline. Otherwise, that wouldn’t have worked.

  Once I was in position, I started undoing buttons again—but this time on his shirt, not mine.

  “No fair,” he said, but he didn’t seem to have much desire to stop my progress as my fingers made their way down his shirt. Once it was completely open, I pushed it off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off. And just like that he was bare-chested again. Only this time I got to touch those magnificent muscles.

  And touch him I did, running my hands all over the hard, defined ridges of his biceps, pecs, and abs.

  Owen groaned as I ran my hands along his chest, pausing to circle his nipples. I could feel the vibrations deep in his chest when his voice got low and rumbly, as it was now. “All right, young lady. You get fifteen more seconds of shamelessly feeling me up before it’s my turn to unbutton your shirt.”

  “And then what happens?” I asked, somewhat breathlessly.

  “Then we both get to shamelessly feel each other up.” He winked up at me.

  “Sounds like a plan to me.” Without thinking about it, I started to unbutton my blouse, but then he scolded me.

  “Nope, I get to do that. Lace your hands together behind your head.”

  “Yes sir, you’re the doctor.”

  He pinched my nipples, his aim remarkable even through my shirt and my bra. “Don’t start that. Next year, you’ll begin your journey to become a doctor, too. So for right now, we’re just equals—at least until I get you on your back and pin your hands above your head.”

  His words made me tremble and close my eyes. But not in fear. Or embarrassment. No, his words reached me on a deep and primal level. They sent blood thundering through my body and made my skin sizzle.


  At last the buttons on my blouse were undone though it still hung open since my hands were above my head. Owen reached inside my bra cups and teased my nipples with his large thumbs, just as he’d had me do to myself at that hotel on the tour.

  I moaned. His touch felt a hell of a lot better than my own had.

  “Hands down now.”

  God, he was so hot when he got bossy like this. For all his talk about us being equals, the bedroom was the one place where I didn’t really want equality. And deep down, I think Owen knew this. My hardened nipples and arched back were probably pretty clear signals.

  The cool air made my nipples even harder as Owen made short work of my blouse and bra. And finally, I was bare for his gaze. And his hands. And his—oh God—his tongue.

  Grasping me by the forearms, he lifted me up, resettling me higher on his lap so that he could bend down and suck one of my hard peaks into his mouth. It felt incredible, making me arch my back even more.

  “Such a greedy little thing,” Owen growled, his warm breath gliding across my bare skin. Taking one nipple between his teeth, he bit down, just hard enough to hold it in place. Then he flicked his tongue rapidly across the tip of my nipple, making me gasp.

  My hands sank into his hair, pulling him closer to me as he gave my other nipple the same treatment. It felt amazing, somehow naughty, exotic, tantalizing, and exciting all at the same time.

  But suddenly I wanted more skin on skin contact. I kissed his forehead, and he released my nipple and kissed his way up to my throat. I moaned, thinking he was heading for my lips, but then he veered off, nibbling on my earlobe. Taking his head in my hands, I guided him back to my mouth. And when his lips met mine, I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight, smashing my breasts against the hard muscles of his pecs.

  God, he felt good. No, more than good. He felt amazing. Given the way his hands were rubbing my back, ass, and thighs, he seemed to feel the same way about me.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Owen asked, nuzzling his face against mine.

  “Oh yes.”

  “What else do you want?”

  It was hard to think as his mouth ravished mine and his hands squeezed my ass. But then I knew my answer. I didn’t want anything else to come between us. “I want you—naked.”

  “I think that can be arranged,” Owen said as he pulled me by the hips, smashing my center against the huge bulge in his pants. “How about we both lose the clothes?”

  “Even better,” I said with a naughty little grin. But then I thought of something else I wanted—but I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to ask for it. “And then… could you, um…”

  “Yes?” He pulled his face back a little so that he could cock an eyebrow at me, his sexy blue eyes drilling into me.

  “Could you… maybe do what you said before? Pin my hands above my head on the bed?”

  He grinned as he put his hands around my waist. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

  “No.”

  “And do you know what happens to girls who say what they want in the bedroom?”

  “What?”

  “They get it.”

  With that pronouncement, he stood up, taking me with him. After setting me on my feet, he made me push my skirt down over my hips and thighs, letting it and my panties fall to the floor.

  Then he took off his pants while I watched as more and more of his toned, tan skinned appeared above and below his gray boxers. Gray boxers that seemed barely able to contain his rock-hard erection.

  “On your back on the bed. Right now,” he ordered, giving my nipple a pinch to get me moving. Yelping, I complied, feeling the soft material of his comforter under my bare skin.

  My jaw dropped as he lowered his boxes, freeing his massive erection. Then he was on top of me, one hand pinning my wrists above my head as promised. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee and then wedged it between them, pressing it against my slit.

  Squirming, I tested his grip, seeing if I could get a hand free. Then I wiggled my hips, seeing if I could slide out from under him on either side.

  I couldn’t.

  And that turned me on more than I’d ever known was possible.

  Owen began playing my body like a fiddle, using his free hand to stroke, tweak, pinch, squeeze, or tickle. And within a few minutes, he had me unbelievably riled up. I needed him now, inside me, and I wasn’t above begging.

  “Please…”

  “Please what, baby? Remember, if you’re brave enough to ask for something, you just might get it. Maybe,” he added with a smirk.

  I was desperate. “Please Owen, I need you inside me. I need you to fill me 120%.”

  “Now you’re speaking my language.” He ground his knee harder against my slit, and I could feel the moisture from my folds rubbing off on him. And then I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, and I knew that within seconds, he would be… he’d soon be…

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Owen eased into my tight opening despite his girth, possibly because I was so wet with desire for him. I cried out as he slid back, then gasped when he pushed in again. My wrists strained against his hand—not trying to escape, just seeking a way to handle the incredible waves of pleasure radiating from my core.

  He went slowly at first, but each time he pushed forward, he filled me even more, reaching depths no man had ever come close to.

  “Yes… hell yes… please…”

  Owen chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to be articulate anymore. I know what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!” I cried, as both an answer to his question and a response his thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. “Yes” I shouted again and again until my voice became strained, my limbs trembling as he pounded into me, overwhelming all my senses.

  And when his muscles started trembling too, I squeezed myself around him, trying to draw out his pleasure as he let out a loud, involuntary groan. A second later I was coming too, and in between my gasps, shrieks, and cries, two syllables kept rolling off my tongue: “Owen! Owen! Owen!”

  I clung to him with my free hand, trying to catch my breath as waves of pleasure gave way to electrifying aftershocks. Owen released my wrists, and I pulled him down, loving the way it felt to be pinned under his weight. For a moment, he rested his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily, but then he rolled over and pulled me against his side so that I was nestled against him.

  We stayed that way for a long time.

  Later, when our breathing had calmed down, my head rested on his firm bicep, his hand idly rubbing up and down my hip. I couldn’t help smiling up at him.

  “Now that’s what I like to see.” His voice was low and content.

  “What?”

  “A beautiful woman lying naked in my arms and smiling. Best sight in the world.”

  “The view’s not so bad from here, either.” Owen looked as handsome as ever, but there was another layer to it now. As if his obvious contentment made him even better looking. I was content, too. His skin was warm, and I fit perfectly against his hard muscles. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Sure,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “Though lesser men might get a tad worried about hearing a woman say that right after the first time they had sex.”

  “Good thing you’re not a lesser man, Mr. 120%,” I teased.

  “Now that’s a nickname I hope will stick. But what did you want to tell me, baby?”

  I took a deep breath. “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time. I know there’s a lot more we still have to learn about each other… and I know I’m not supposed to say this now, but—“

  “I love you too, Becca.”

  Tears sprang to my eyes even as my mouth dropped open. “How—how did you…?”

  “That is what you were going to say, isn’t it?”


  “Yes. I know it’s too soon, but… it felt right.”

  “Then say it. You seemed to have skipped that part.” The sparkle in his eyes made my heart skip a beat. And finding out that the love I felt for him was mutual was the best news I’d ever gotten.

  “I love you, Owen.”

  He hugged me tightly, and I lay in his arms for a long time.

  It was the best date I’d ever had—and something told me it was the first of many wonderful nights together.

  I couldn’t wait.

  Epilogue

  Becca

  One year later

  “Perfect day for this, isn’t it?” Jessica walked beside me, pushing a little girl in a wheelchair while I helped Brad, a blind eleven-year-old cross the uneven ground.

  “It sure is.” It was a gorgeous summer day, one of the first real sunny ones we’d had so far this May. And this day got even better with the knowledge that I was done. Done with college, done with taking the MCAT exam—and now I had the whole summer to work at the hospital and spend time with my gorgeous boyfriend. Though we’d gotten together nearly every weekend over the past year, it wasn’t the same as seeing him every day.

  And here he was now. “Welcome!” Owen bounded up, wearing jeans, a baseball cap, and t-shirt. As always, the sight of his thin shirt stretching over the muscles in his biceps and chest made my mouth go dry and my brain cells disappear. Luckily, Owen was calling the shots today, so there wasn’t much for me to do except to follow along.

  He crouched down and shook the hand of the little girl in the wheelchair. He’d operated on her half a year ago and now saw her every two weeks for checkups. “Let’s see… Sandy, you and Jessica have an important job. You’re going to cover second base.”

  This news thrilled Sandy. Jessica—not so much. “Will I have to do anything?” the nurse asked somewhat apprehensively.