by Adams, S. C.
Jack put his fist up and I did the same, symbolizing our normal fist bump. The connection cut and I laughed to myself. One thing that always pulled me back to Earth was having Jack on speed dial. He was a dose of reality, that’s for sure.
I connected my phone to its charger and grabbed a shower to wash the day’s dirt and grime off of me. I dried off really good and climbed into bed naked. I loved the way the cool expensive sheets felt on me, and there weren’t very many times I went to bed clothed anyway. Sleeping naked had become a habit.
I laid on my stomach, bunching a pillow under my head. Jack’s right, I told myself. I am living the damn dream. I can’t let myself be derailed. This girl is amazing but I’ve got lots of other fish to fry. Single and free. Remember the motto.
My mind convinced itself pretty quickly, and yet I drifted off to sleep with dreams of a special curvy girl in my head.
* * *
“Doctor, so glad you came in a little early,” Alex chirped, walking beside me into the office. “So, as of yesterday we had back to back patients scheduled. Problem is, something happened to the system and our appointments were all erased. We’ll be pulling files manually as patients arrive today and stacking the ready ones at the nurses’ station with their room number on them. We are going to be grabbing and going today.”
I shook my head with a laugh, feeling much better than the night before. “Gotta make things exciting or we would get bored, right? And if you say full schedule, that means I have an overbooked one.”
Alex grinned knowingly. “You are already catching up. Your nine am never showed and the 9:15 is already on the counter.”
I tossed my keys on the desk and stretched my arms up, yawning. “Sounds good to me.”
The folder had a sticky note over the name, but I wasn’t concerned. I’d meet my patient soon enough, and strode down the hall, feeling lighthearted with a spring to my step. Little did I know, but a surprise awaited me behind the door of Exam Room 6; someone I thought I might never see again was waiting with an innocent smile and a full heart.
7
Abby
Trying to come up for a metaphor to describe my morning was difficult. My stomach had nerves like when I was a kid, excited but at the same time dreading the first day of school. My stomach was grumbling the entire car ride to the office, so I hit the drive through for a few donuts and a coffee. The caffeine was a bad idea because my nerves were already through the roof.
There I sat, in the parking lot of the doctor’s office again, with donut sprinkled over myself. Great. I’d gotten dressed with especial care for today’s appointment, but now with crumbs everywhere, what was the point? Clearly, I was nervous. My hands clung to the steering wheel, and my knuckles were turning ghost white again.
“You can do this, Abby. Get out of the car. You can do this,” I whispered to myself.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I let visions of Ryder filter through my conscious thoughts. While in the past, that would have only made me more nervous, it was having the opposite effect now. With every pass of his radiant smile in my head, courage bloomed in my chest. Before I knew it, my hands were releasing their death grip, my shoulders were relaxing, and my tongue removed itself from the roof of my mouth.
I took a long deep breath and slowly let it out until my lungs were empty. The sounds of birds chirping outside made me smile a bit and the warm sunshine lifted my spirits. I opened up the door and set my black stiletto out onto the asphalt. I hadn’t worn those shoes since Missy Grave’s shotgun wedding a year before, but I remembered how confident they made me now.
My wide legged black dress pants draped down to the tops of my shoes, and my shirt followed the lines of my waist and hips. Even with my aversion to mirrors, I was pretty happy with how I looked. I pulled my rarely used black purse over my shoulder and locked the door of my car, taking a deep breath.
The first time I walked up that sidewalk I had done it with clenched thighs and nightmares of wild speculums and crazy bright lights shining into my uterus. This time I walked with visions of Ryder, my thighs squeezing against him as my body quaked in his hands.
“Good morning, Abby,” the receptionist chirped as I walked in and up to the window. “See? I remembered your face. You’re the nine fifteen this morning, right?”
I nodded with a smile. “Yes, ma’am. With Dr. Rivington.”
“Very good,” she replied. “And actually, if you want to meet me at the other door, I can go ahead and take you back to the room. Our first appointment cancelled.”
“Oh sure, no problem,” I replied.
The same nurse I had last time walked behind us, following right in, gloves snapping on. The receptionist left and the nurse smiled at me happily. “Hello again! I hope everything is okay. What brings you back in so soon?”
Shit. I hadn’t even thought of some fake reason I wanted to see the doctor again. Whatever look was on my face had the nurse feeling sorry for me in two seconds flat.
She walked over and put her hand on mine. “I don’t know if you remember, but my name is Alex. Trust me, we have seen, heard, and witnessed it all. I can promise you that no matter what you have to tell us, we will never look down on you. Just take a deep breath and get dressed in your gown, and I’ll be back.”
Finally, I found my voice. “Wait. I came with some questions for the doctor. Last time was my first time and I was so stressed about things that I forgot to ask about some additional tests he suggested. And, I know I could have just called and talked to you guys, but I figured it was worth paying for the appointment to be able to talk to Dr. Rivington directly about it. Breast cancer has been a thing in my family. A big thing.”
Alex smiled kindly. “Well, don’t worry. You can have a seat on the exam table and the doctor will be in shortly. He shouldn’t be running late.”
I nodded my head, feeling the warmth growing in my cheeks. The excitement was actually kind of a terrible feeling in some respects, but exhilarating on some levels too. In fact, the excitement was surging right down between my thighs making me almost pop up out of my chair. I walked across the room and stared at the different posters and announcements pinned to the wall.
My eyes shifted over the information but none of it actually sunk in. I knew that at any moment Ryder was going to come in, and I had to keep my wits about me. I had to be confident, ask what I wanted to know, but not be standoffish. Hell, at that moment I didn’t even know what I came there to ask in the first place. I just didn’t want to leave things where they were. It would drive me crazy.
It was only about ten minutes before a knock on the door sounded, but it felt like a lifetime. As the door opened with a creak, I whirled around, watching Ryder stroll in, looking down at the file. As his eyes hit my info, he jerked to a stop, immediately putting his hand on the door and pushing it closed.
Those amazing eyes flickered up at me and my voice caught in my throat. It wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been, seeing that he seemed to be utterly affected too. The physician’s eyes rolled over me and heat immediately ignited. If he had made a move, I would have bent over ready to serve, no questions asked.
But he didn’t.
“Abby,” he said in a professional voice. “You came back.”
I started to melt but quickly remembered my goal.
“I did. I hope you don’t mind. I guess it’s a little strange to be here again so soon, but I didn’t have another way contact you.”
He lifted a hand.
“No, it’s fine. It’s good. I’m glad that you came.”
I sat down in the chair and he pulled another one around, facing me. He tossed my file on the counter and leaned forward, his clean rugged scent delicious. Had I been standing my legs might just have gone out from under my body.
Trying to block the thoughts of his pulsing muscles out of my head, I crossed my legs and tried to look assertive.
“I won’t lie. The last time we met, I did something that was completely out of charac
ter and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind.”
He smirked a bit, and it made my heart flutter. His eyes shifted back up to mine. “It’s been on my mind too. A lot, actually.”
Hearing that sent mixed emotions to my brain. I didn’t know whether to take that as a good thing, or to prepare myself for the “but.” I kept trying to remember to keep my guard up and not jump to conclusions but he was so handsome and so sweet that it was nearly impossible. I wanted every barrier to break at that moment.
But before I could say anything, he spoke up again. His face made my stomach drop and I forced myself to keep calm.
“Abby, I don’t know what kind of emotions you’re having about what happened, but I do know that I owe you an apology. Not for the amazing sex, or for wanting you that badly, but for not being a professional. I feel as if I took advantage of your vulnerability and as your doctor, I’m supposed to shield that.”
I found my head shaking back and forth before my thoughts were completely organized.
“No. Don’t apologize. Please. You asked if I wanted you, and I told you that I did. I gave my consent. And no matter how fragile I may have seemed in that moment, I can promise you, I’m fine. I tend to be a bit snarky and sarcastic sometimes. But I definitely was not taken advantage of.”
I smiled, leaning forward, putting my hand on his knee. “It’s quite possible I owe you an apology. After all, I may have taken advantage of you and used my superpower sexiness to blind you from using your best judgment.”
He grinned right back.
“With great power comes great responsibility.”
I laughed, covering my mouth as the sound echoed through the room.
“You’re quick. I like it. Look, we both did something that was probably against all the rules, and in all reality, it shouldn’t have happened here. We should have been less like two horny teenagers and more like adults. But we weren’t. We both wanted each other and there was a pull that was intense, at least on my side.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything. From the way he was looking at me though, I could tell the attraction was intense. I pursed my lips and kept my eyes locked on his, slowly sliding a hand up his thigh. Oh my god, was I really doing this? What kind of wanton hussy had I become?
But to my surprise, Ryder reached out as well. I thought he was going to move my hand, but instead, he put his on my leg in return.
We both leaned forward, our lips just inches away from each other. We both had begun breathing heavily, and I could feel his warmth on my face. He lingered there in front of me for a moment, moving his mouth just slightly back and forth so his lips brushed mine. The end of his tongue slipped out and I closed my eyes, letting out a small whimper as the wetness spread across my lips.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked in a low voice.
I could do nothing but mewl again, giving him my assent. With a low growl, a large hand came up and cupped the back of my neck as he pulled me into him. He parted my full lips with his tongue and kissed me deeply and passionately. My thighs started to tremble but this time I let them. I was yearning for the touch of his hands on me so badly. My pussy pulsated at the thought of his fingers pressing against it. The heat in the room could have started a fire, it was that overwhelming.
But then Ryder stood from his chair, grabbing me under the arms and bringing me to my feet. I gripped the front of his coat, getting my balance as he pulled me even closer, his hands sliding down my sides and over my curves toward my ass. As they crested over the hump, they froze and he pulled away, out of breath.
I swallowed heavily. God don’t stop. Don’t have a crisis of conscience now! But Ryder had already pulled away. He paced back and forth for a moment and then stopped, his hand cutting through the air.
“I’m sorry, Abby. Shit, I keep apologizing, but I’m not sorry at all. I can’t seem to control myself with you. In fact, I was two seconds away from bending you over the counter.”
My pussy throbbed and I stared at him as he sighed again. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose as a small growl rose from his throat. Before I could say anything though, he started to pace again.
I rolled my shoulders, feeling arousal running through my frame. Every dirty thought coursed through my mind at that moment. I wanted him. I wanted him to watch me pleasure myself. To help me pleasure myself. I wanted to drop to my knees and take that big dick in my mouth. I wanted him to rock me so hard I would need a wheelchair to get back to my car. But I had to control it. I had to.
“If you do this with all your patients, then I don’t know what to think,” I joked.
He laughed harshly before turning to stare at me.
“I have never, ever, done anything with any of my patients until you. And I mean that. It has always been a rule of mine. I do not want my career to turn into an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.”
“Yeah, I could see how that might sidetrack you from actually doing your job,” I replied, leaning over and picking up my purse. “It’s okay. I’m not offended, and besides, I did actually come here for more than that. I guess I just wanted to know where we stood in your head. If you wanted to see me again, or if you didn’t. If you wanted me to book a months’ worth of appointments with you just for us to be together.”
I expected a laugh from that but instead I found Ryder staring at me. His expression was hard to read, the dark blue of his eyes intense and stormy. I braced myself for bad news. I just wanted the truth, no bullshit, give it to me straight. Good or bad, I would deal with whatever this handsome man had in mind.
8
Ryder
My eyes were glued to the curvy girl. In any other circumstance, I would have carefully explained my entire stance on dating, relationships, and my chosen lifestyle. But standing there with my cock throbbing and my heart pounding, I made the selfish choice. I didn’t want her to leave. I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye. I wanted more time with her, with her sweet smile and sassy ways.
Looking down at my watch, I realized I needed to get a move on it. “Look, I have to go back to work. But I want to take you out tonight.”
Abby raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like on a date? We make love first, and then date second. I like how you think.”
I shrugged with a laugh. “Who doesn’t like their dessert before their dinner?”
She pursed her lips, looking to the side. “Alright. I will accept your date invitation. Where are you taking me?”
My face dropped, realizing I had no idea what there was to do in this town. I knew for a fact she wasn’t yet old enough to drink so bars were out. It was probably for the better. Alcohol would cut the date portion very short and the dessert portion would be an all-nighter. Not that I minded an all-nighter.
I walked toward the door thinking about it.
“How about this? You plan where to go. Pick something normal and fun in Farmington so that I can see what you guys do out here. Then call up the receptionist and tell her you have a message for Dr. Rivington, and I’ll tell her to expect a call. Let me know where and when, and I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay,” Abby replied already thinking. “You want to see what we do in Farmington. Check. So, I’ll bring the drugs, you bring a toothless hooker, and then we’ll go bowling.”
I burst into laughter. It was a nice surprise that she had such a good sense of humor. She was strong yet fragile, confident yet not enough to be conceited in any way. It was amazing.
“I’m assuming toothless hookers are easy to find here?”
She nodded with a knowing face. “Oh sure. That’s like pretty much seventy percent of the community.”
“Noted,” I said seriously.
She smiled at me and nodded toward the door.
“Go. Do your job. Save lives. Kiss babies. Plant a tree.”
Laughing again, I hurried back over and kissed her on the cheek.
“I don’t know what they teach you out here, but we should have a conversation tonight about what doctor
s are supposed to be.”
Jokingly she nodded.
“You mean your lawn guy shouldn’t also be the mayor, and your father’s proctologist too? Who would have known?”
I left the room with a smile on my face, waving a last goodbye. The day was long and there were a lot of people to be seen, and yet I couldn’t wait. The hours passed in a blur.
Around three the receptionist came up to me, handing me a piece of paper. She looked slightly perplexed. “There was a call for you. The woman said to just call her Toothless. You’re to meet at Vincent’s Pizzeria at seven, and she said that you can ask anybody in Farmington and we’ll direct you to Vincent’s.”
I took the paper, pressing my lips together trying to hold in the chuckles. Abby’s sense of humor was sensational.
“Is it true? Everyone knows where Vincent’s is?”
The receptionist laughed and swatted me in the arm.
“You’re so funny. Good job today, we’re almost at the finish line.”
She walked off and I looked around, perplexed. She didn’t actually tell me where it was. In fact, her response was slightly odd. Alex walked up and slapped a file into my hand. “Isabella Rogers, twenty-six, six months pregnant. She’s here with her husband, Everett, and he looks nervous.”
She went to walk off but I reached out, tapping her arm.
“Do you know where Vincent’s is?”
Alex blinked at me for a moment and then giggled.
“Of course, I do. Silly question.”
She shook her head and walked off leaving me there, yet again, unsure of what had just happened. And no more the wiser on where Vincent’s Pizzeria was. Didn’t matter because I would ask the hotel. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t call me silly. At least I hoped not.
I sighed and headed in to deal with Ms. Rogers and her husband. When I finally finished for the day, I wasted no time zooming out. I only had an hour to get home, get changed, and find this infamous Vincent’s before I was late for my date. The last thing I wanted was to make Abby think I was standing her up.