Two Hard

by Amy Brent

  “Hey, close the fucking curtains.” I growled.

  “Shut up Ross, you need to let the sunlight in.” a familiar voice snapped back. “I had heard you were in a bad state but this is ridiculous, get your ass out of that chair, and into the shower while I try to find you something clean to wear and clear out these damned bottles.

  Susan stood there looking very much like the proverbial guardian angel, sans wings. Well she would look like an angel if angels wore pink rubber gloves and a tidy apron. She also had a determined look on her face, the sort of look that I called her ‘game face’. That look that you never messed with her when it was on.

  I stumbled from my chair and staggered into the shower. I stripped nude and let the cold water wake me up. Susan was here! How did she know I needed her so badly? She had been on my mind for the last month or so as I finally came out form the black cloud that had covered my life since Becky’s death. I still grieved for my lost wife. I came out of the shower with only a towel on, sobered up by the cold water. The smell of dishwashing liquid and cleaners chased away the stench of stale beer. Susan was scrubbing hard at the coffee pot and some mugs. “Got some clean clothes here for you, your mom dropped them by.”

  I shook my head, then regretted it as a headache hit me hard.

  “Susan, what are you doing here?” I asked her as she scrubbed, her body bent over the counter, strong, lithe and damned sexy as she scrubbed my counter. Her perfectly rounded ass moved with her hips as she scrubbed. How come I had never taken notice of that ass in college!

  “I’m helping you get out of your pity party and back into the real world. Your bills are at the stage where your utilities are getting cut, your phone has been shut off already. I have paid your bills, so you owe me about seven hundred dollars.” She rinsed the coffee pot, then set it into the percolator to fill with fresh coffee when she turned the machine on. She then rinsed the cups and filled them with coffee, handing me one.

  “I’ve taken a job teaching at one of the local high schools here. I need a place to stay, your Mom said you might like a housemate.” She snorted, a cute sound that got my cock twitching, I wondered how she would feel with me buried balls deep within her. My heart fluttered a little as I thought of the prospect of Susan, My Susan entwined with me in my queen sized bed. I had gotten rid of all the furniture that had been a part of my old life with Becky, it held too many painful memories for me to hold onto. I simply kept a few treasured pictures of us, at graduation and our wedding.

  I didn’t think as I moved closer to Susan. My hands reached up and took her face, pulling her lips against mine I knew as soon as they touched, I had loved her for a long time, from her response. I could tell that she too, had loved me. My towel fell from my hips and my body responded. I yanked off the apron that covered her. The floral dress that she wore surprised me. I pulled away for a moment before I dived back in to kiss her, my hands unbuttoning her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. My tongue traced her jawline, as I licked my way down to those flawless, hand-sized breasts.

  My perfect woman was right here, I knew it as I slipped her dress from her body. She trembled at my touch with excitement. She was the one who would bring me back to life, as evidenced by my hardened cock. I licked my way down to her panties, pulling them down slowly to inspect my prize, I could smell her arousal, and see how wet Susan’s panties were, knowing she was as ready for me as I was for her.

  I stood and lifted her onto the cleaned table, gently parted her legs and returned my mouth to take sweet possession of her pussy. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were musical as my tongue slid along her damp folds. Her honey tasted like heaven. My beautiful Susan ran her hands through my hair, encouraging me to take her higher. I brought her to the edge with my mouth before I stood and kissed her, my hand angling my hard on at her entrance. With a grunt of pleasure I entered her, she gasped at my entry, her hands running along my shoulders to my back, nails slightly dragging along my skin. And I knew from the sharp little pains on my back that this was real. I began thrusting inside her, our bodies connected physically and spiritually, I knew that when the time was right, I’d have my Susan as my wife. I looked into her eyes as I took her on the kitchen table, and I knew that she understood and wanted to be with me, when our time was right to be man and wife.

  Susan

  I was the blushing bride as my father escorted me down the aisle to my groom. Ross looked gorgeous as he stood there. Our venue was a small public garden. It was cosy, perfect for our small wedding. Ross had gone the big wedding route with Becky, and I had never wanted a big church wedding.

  The last six months had been hard at times for Ross, but we had learned to live life again, together. Filled with passionate lovemaking, tears, hopes and dreams that we were working hard on, one of those dreams would, in about six months become a reality. I smiled as I placed my hand on my belly. The time to tell everyone was here, and what more perfect place to celebrate our new family than our wedding.

  The Celebrant bound us as man and wife and we kissed, I had whispered something to her prior to the ceremony kicking off and after the cheers had died down the Celebrant held her hands up for silence.

  “The Bride and Groom also have an announcement to make.” She said, the expectant silence greeted me, I held Ross’ hand and grinned.

  “We’re expecting!” I said with a huge grin on my face. Screams and cheers of joy echoed around out little park, parents playing with their children on the playground stopped and looked over at our little wedding party before they went back to their children’s play. Ross and I were swamped with hugs and kisses. I looked around and saw that Ross’ groomsmen were pulling something out of their bags.

  “Oh no…” I said, pulling Ross close. “Your College buddies are at it again.” Ross looked over to them and then to me, “Wanna make a break for it? I think they got Nerf guns.”

  Ross kissed me on the temple before he pulled out a bag of his own from behind a chair. Inside was a small padded vest, which he slipped over my wedding dress, and then handed me a Nerf gun, before handing them to my bridesmaids

  “Nah, let’s take them on.” He said with a grin as he armed himself. Our wedding guests looked at the spectacle about to start, and wisely backed away as Ross’ groomsmen attacked the rest of the bridal party.

  As the Nerf darts began to fly, I knew one thing was for certain - My life with Ross was going to be one hell of a fun ride!

  The End

  STEAMY BWWM SPORTS SECRET BABY ROMANCE

  PLAY ME

  Dr. Sharise Johnson was having a slow night in the emergency room of the West Woodbury Memorial Hospital. She'd been there for almost eight hours, and so far all she'd had to deal with was a man who'd cut himself with a kitchen knife was slicing vegetables at a local restaurant, an elderly woman brought in for dehydration and dizziness, and a pair of paranoid new parents who'd brought their newborn in for what had turned out to be a simple rash. She'd stitched up the first man's cut without any problems, gotten the old woman onto an IV drip to get some fluids into her, and then given the last patients some cream and an informational pamphlet on common infant health concerns, so they hopefully wouldn't overreact next time their child had a simple medical issue that they could handle at home.

  She was sitting in the back room and chatting with a couple of the nurses. They were all Game of Thrones fans, though Sharise was the only one who had actually read the books. She had been trying to convince the others to pick up the books for years, but so far, she had never had any luck. Over the last few seasons of the show, she'd had to bite her tongue on more than one occasion to avoid revealing spoilers to her friends. Though since the new season was starting before the next book came out, the tables were about to be turned.

  “I'm not even going to watch it,” Sharise said as she went over a few patient charts. “I need to read the book first. I'll wait to catch up on the show until after the book comes out.”

  “But aren't those books like, a thou
sand pages long?” Linda asked. She was one of the younger nurses, fresh out of school. “I've never read anything that long in my life.”

  “You read Harry Potter, didn't you?” Sharise asked. “Add all of those together and it's over a thousand pages. Probably two of them together is the same as one of Martin's books.” She had never approved of people being lazy when it came to reading. A good book deserved the time and attention that a person devoted to it. Her mama had taught her that when she was young. Mama would read to her almost every night, and it was a big part of why she'd developed into someone who cared about learning. Sharise knew she wouldn't have gotten through medical school without that sort of dedication.

  “I don't know,” Linda said, shrugging. “I don't see why you'd read the books when you can just watch the show.”

  Sharise rolled her eyes. They'd had variations of this conversation on more than one occasion. Sometimes Sharise didn't know why she bothered trying to convince Linda to broaden her horizons. But she didn't get the chance to argue the point further, because just then, the doors to the ER opened and two men came rushing in, carrying a third man between them.

  “Help!” one of them called out. “We need help. I think his leg is broken.”

  Sharise and her staff dropped what they were doing and rushed into action. Linda and another nurse rolled a gurney out, and they helped the men deposit their friend onto it.

  “What happened?” Sharise asked. She checked the man's pulse and did a quick visual examination. His left leg was bloody, and he was clearly in a lot of pain. The patient was the athletic type, with a good physique and muscular legs. He was also covered in mud.

  “We're Mudders,” one of the men said. “He slipped on the trail and took a bad fall.”

  “Mudders?” Sharise asked.

  “Tough Mudders. Runners. Ten mile outdoor obstacle course.”

  That told Sharise enough. They started pushing the gurney back into the operating area. “Does he have any allergies to any medication? Any medical conditions we should be aware of?”

  “Umm.” The two men exchanged a panic look. Both of them looked pale and sweaty. The first man shook his head. “I...I don't think so. Not that I know of.”

  “Okay, you'll have to wait here. We'll take care of him.”

  Sharise left the two men in the waiting area, where one of the receptionists started getting more information from them. Sharise and her staff focused their efforts on the patient. They cut off his pants to get easier access to his wounded leg. It was purple and swollen, and Sharise didn't need an x-ray to determine that it was definitely broken.

  They gave the man something for the pain before getting to work. His eyes started to glaze over. Just before the medication knocked him out, he looked up at Sharise and said, “I'm in good hands, right Doc? Don't tell me I won't be running again.”

  “You're going to be just fine,” Sharise said. She pressed a hand over his forehead and smiled at him. He was an attractive man, underneath all of that mud. “Just relax, and we're going to take good care of you.”

  The man gave her a grateful nod, then laid his head back. Within a few moments, the medication knocked him out.

  Hours later, the man started to wake up while Sharise was standing by his bed. Fixing up his leg had been a fairly straightforward procedure, as such things went. Fortunately for him, he was in good shape, and the break hadn't been a bad one. His leg was in a cast and hanging from a sling attached to a metal pole that hung over the bed. The nurses had cleaned all of the mud off of him, revealing a number of other scrapes and bruises, though none had been particularly bad. The rest of his scrapes had been treated with antibiotic ointment and bandaged up, and would heal in no time.

  He opened his eyes and look up at Sharise, his eyes a bit droopy. The medication he was on would keep him groggy for a bit longer. She gave him an encouraging smile while she made a few notes on his chart. She still hadn't had a chance to introduce herself yet, but his friends had identified him as Benjamin Caldwell.

  “Mr. Caldwell,” Sharise said. “How are you feeling?”

  He looked around a bit woozily, taking notice of the cast on his leg. “Not bad, I guess. There's a dull ache.”

  “You can thank the medication for that,” she said. “And lucky for you, it was a clean break. It could have been a lot worse.”

  “How long until I'm back on my feet?” he asked.

  “You'll be on crutches for a few weeks,” Sharise said. “But after that, you can switch to a medical boot you can walk in and take off at night.”

  “A few weeks?” He sat up in the bed, shaking his head. “No. No way. Sorry, Doc, I've got a big race coming up. I've got to be in shape.”

  Sharise held Ben's chart at her waist and gave him her most stern look. “Mr. Caldwell, you need to give your leg time to heal. If you push yourself too hard, it could fracture again, and be even worse next time. If that happens, you might never run again. I'm sure you don't want that.”

  He leaned back in the bed, looking her over. There was something in his eyes that was different from what she was used to seeing in her patients. Like he was admiring the way she stood up to him. The look threw her off balance, and she felt the hints of a blush start rising into her cheeks. “Well, no offense, Doc, but I think I'll have my regular physician give me a second opinion. This isn't the first time I've been hurt. I can't afford to be out of this race.”

  Sharise shook her head and hung Ben's chart back up on the wall. “You're free to do as you like, Mr. Caldwell. But I recommend taking it easy. I'm sure this race is important to you, but it's not worth permanently crippling yourself over.”

  He smirked at her. “We'll see. And please, call be Ben.”

  She turned to leave, but stopped when he caught her eye. They shared a look for a moment, and his gaze was so steady, so sure of himself, that for a moment, she couldn't look away. Her face heated up and she cleared her throat. “Well, Ben, try to get some rest. You'll be discharged in the morning. If you need anything, just buzz the nurse.”

  “Thanks. Oh, and Doc?”

  Sharise paused in the door and turned back towards him. He looked deep into her eyes again, a confident grin on his lips.

  “I never got the name of the lovely lady who saved my leg.”

  Her face heated up again. It wasn't often people called her “lovely.” She didn't exactly have the kind of tall, thin figure that the media portrayed as the standard of beauty these days. “My name's Sharise,” she said. “Or Dr. Johnson, if you prefer.”

  A mischievous smile spread on his lips. “Oh, I definitely prefer Sharise. It has a lot more character.”

  He held her gaze for another long moment. She tried to think of something to say, but the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes had her flustered. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, “Good night, Mr. Caldwell. Ben.”

  “Goodnight, Sharise.”

  She left his room, then put in her final reports so she could go home for the night. She had been at the hospital for more than twelve hours, but that was how it went sometimes. Though now she was ready to go home, take a nice long shower, and try to get some rest before she had to be back for another long and grueling shift. One of the downsides to being an emergency room doctor was that sometimes she worked such long shifts that she never seemed to get enough rest.

  Sharise didn't see Ben again for several weeks. She hadn't really expected to run into him again at all. As an emergency room doctor, she was used to seeing patients once, usually when they were having a particularly bad day, then never seeing them again. Sometimes she had thought about switching her profession to family practice, in order to build bigger bonds with her patients. But she knew she did good work, and she was glad to have the job she had.

  Fortunately, Sharise's next encounter with Ben wasn't an emergency. It came after a chat she had with Linda one day while they were on their lunch break. Sharise still hadn't forgotten about her encounter with Ben, and while she sat wit
h Linda over lunch, she brought up a question that had been bugging her since that day.

  “Hey,” Sharise said. “Have you ever heard of this 'Tough Mudder' thing?”

  “Oh!” Linda clapped her hands together, a big grin on her face. “Yes, I have. One of my cousins does it. It's completely nuts.”

  “What is it, exactly?” Sharise asked. All she knew was what Ben's friends had said about it being some kind of outdoor obstacle course racing. She had never been much of a sports person, and she didn't really know the difference between this kind of race and any other.

  “Well, they do some of the most extreme racing out there. It's all about endurance and psychological strength.”

  “Psychological?” Sharise asked with a frown. “For a race?” She didn't understand how psychology had anything to do with running a race. It didn't make much sense to her.

  “Well, it's based on military training courses, taken to an extreme.” Linda pulled out her phone and booted up a website about it, then showed it to Sharise. “They have to do crazy stuff like swimming through ice water, crawling under electrified wires, running through mud, climbing a huge wall, squeezing through narrow pipes, and all sorts of other stuff. It's hard, it's super scary, and it takes an immense amount of training. Some of the racers don't make it through not because they can't handle it physically, but because they don't have the guts to face some of the challenges.”

  Sharise scrolled through the descriptions on the website, looking at some of the pictures of people running through the crazy obstacle courses. She couldn't begin to imagine participating in that sort of thing. She had never been a particularly athletic sort, though she at least tried to keep herself in decent shape. She had some extra pounds packed onto her graceful ebony curves, but she was a healthy girl. The idea of running through this sort of obstacle course made her feel out of breath just thinking about it.