My Calling

by Lyssa Layne

  Looking at Saylor for directions, I’m shocked when she’s in my face, leaning over me. That damn top button being undone gives me a shot right down her cleavage and the red lace that holds her perfect tits in place. I don’t even pretend to look away until Saylor starts to sit back, stopping when we’re eye to eye.

  Saylor lifts her eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

  “It’s against regulations to leave a button undone.” My voice almost squeaks at the end of my statement like a fuckin’ kid going through puberty.

  Her lips turn up into a mischievous smile. “Well, I’m a rule breaker.”

  I laugh as she sits back down and buckles her seatbelt. The radio is off and Saylor’s silence is deafening. I can’t shake the image of that red lace and those plump breasts as I listen to the GPS giving me directions to our destination. Fuck! I thought we could just brush last night’s kiss under the rug like the first time but obviously Saylor isn’t having any of that, which means she’s going to force me to dissect last night. Maybe it would be better if I just slept with her so we could both get it out of our system. The only problem is that it wouldn’t, for either of us. Once with Saylor would never be enough. The more time I spend with her, I’m beginning to think that a whole lifetime with her wouldn’t come close to being enough time with this woman who is currently giving me the silent treatment.

  “Arrive at your destination,” the computer voice informs us.

  I glance up, finally realizing that we’re on the local college campus. More specifically, we’re in front of one of the fraternity houses. I shift the gearshift into park and Saylor reaches for her door handle. Now it’s my turn to lean across her and I place my hand over hers, keeping the door shut.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my eyebrow raised and I force myself to not look down her shirt again.

  Saylor shakes her head like I’m crazy, which I might currently be in that state of mind but I won’t let her know that.

  “Um… working?”

  I squeeze my hand over hers and nod toward her display of skin. “Not like that.”

  She glances down at her shirt and looks back up at me. “Why not? It’s my uniform.”

  Rolling my eyes, I sit up straight, jerking my thumb at her top button. “Which isn’t in regulation. Those frat guys will go crazy when they see you.”

  Saylor lifts the side of her mouth. “Does that bother you?”

  I let out an exasperated sigh and open my car door. “Whatever, Saylor, just button your shirt.”

  I head to the back of the rig, grabbing our kit. Saylor’s door slams shut and I walk around the truck to catch up with her. Only a few steps and we’re even with each other. It only takes half a second for me to see that she didn’t follow my directions and catch another glimpse of that lacy brassiere. I grab her arm, tugging until she turns to face me. When her baby blues look up into mine, she’s grinning and thoroughly enjoying this game she’s playing. Fine, she wants to play hardball, I can do the same.

  Dropping the bag to the ground, I move my hands to Saylor’s hips. Inching my fingers up ever so slowly, I walk my fingers from her waist, up her ribs, grazing those perfect tits of hers until I have each side of her shirt in one hand. I lock my eyes with her, doing my best to show my disapproval although my cock is saying the opposite. My thumb and forefinger take hold of the button and I let my fingertips touch her bare skin as I slide it through the opening on the opposite side of the material. My heart pounds against my chest and I want nothing more than Saylor Warner in this moment but I’ve made up my mind and this is as far as we go.

  “Games end now, Saylor.”

  Without another word, I pick up the medic bag and continue up the sidewalk. The pitter patter of Saylor’s small steps lets me know she’s running to catch up with me. She bypasses me, turning her head and calling to me over her shoulder.

  “Thanks for the help, Beck.”

  Her grin lets me know that she’s still teasing me. I shake my head, knowing that this isn’t the last of it.

  Saylor

  I kind of feel like a numbskull as I splint the pledge’s arm with this goofy smile on my face. It’s bad enough that Beck has my hormones in a torrid tornado with the two kisses we’ve shared but then he has to go and be some kind of protective, sexy alpha that makes me want him even more. Granted, I should be running in the opposite direction since the man has run every time we’ve kissed but there’s something that just draws me to him. On some subconscious level that I feel like I’m not supposed to know about, I feel like I belong with Beck, like I’m meant to be his. Maybe it’s all the years I’ve spent alone, maybe it’s the way he’s always watching out for me, or maybe it’s the way his muscles ripple under his t-shirt that has me thinking dirty thoughts. I don’t know what it is but I do know that I’m not giving up on this sexy, bearded man.

  “There ‘ya go, all better… for now.” I pull my gloves off and rub my palms on my BDU pants as I stand up. I look down at the surfer boy and try to find my best inner-maternal voice. “I know you want in this fraternity, but don’t do any more stupid shamalama stuff anymore, okay?”

  He jumps up and shakes his head. “No way! These guys pick up the hottest chicks!”

  Out of nowhere, Beck steps between myself and the college student only a couple years younger than me. “Don’t speak about women that way. Apologize,” Beck demands with his surly attitude.

  Quickly, I step around the wall of hotness and position myself between the two men. I place my hand on Beck’s chest, really just looking for a reason to touch him and continue to tease him as I did earlier. I don’t know about him but the way he buttoned my shirt, I about lost it and melted in his arms.

  I look at the pledge. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll figure out his lesson.”

  Beck’s lip snarls as though he might growl, reminding me of one of the many shapeshifter books I’ve been reading lately. I take a second to picture Beck as a werewolf, which is easy to do with his bearded features and his thick hair. Hmm… now that I think of it, maybe once I convince Beck to give in to his lust between us that might be a fantasy we can play out but I’m really jumping ahead of myself. Not to mention, I highly doubt that Beck is into role play, more like primal animal urges. Oh well, either are fine with me at this point. I promptly shake my head, trying to clear any image of bedroom Beck from my mind and reminding myself that the man only kisses and runs thus far.

  The men are having a manly showdown and as much as I’d love to spend the rest of our shift seeing who has more testosterone, I give Beck a slight shove to get him moving. He waits for me to walk ahead of him and once we’re outside, he passes me, throwing our bag in the back of the rig. He starts the engine and I take a seat in the passenger side. Turning to him, my giddiness from the button incident and his overbearing comment to the pledge immediately disappears. Beck’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel and his jaw is clenched as tight as it can be.

  I sigh, reaching over to turn on the radio as we go through the motions of the rest of our shift. I can’t get my mind off the awesome holiday we spent together yesterday. Never mind the kiss, we talked, well, mainly I talked, but Beck listened and cared… and showed compassion. Compassion that I never received from my parents. Compassion that I was only taught from my uncle. Compassion that let me know Beck is more than his hard exterior and deep down the man cares… maybe even for me.

  After the longest shift of my life, Beck finally pulls the ambulance into the bay of the garage. I jump out of the truck as he shuts off the engine, letting him know I’ll clean up and restock. He verifies three different times that I’m okay on my own before he finally leaves. For probably the hundredth time, I replay each interaction I’ve had with Beck in the last twenty-four hours.

  As my chest tingles at the memory of Beck’s fingers, I make up my mind and stomp to the locker room. Feeling confident, I swing open the door and freeze briefly as I see Beck before me in just his BDU pants. Co
me on, Say, do it! I throw back my shoulders and march down the row of lockers. Luckily, no one is around and Beck doesn’t hear me until he’s within my reach. As he turns in my direction, I reach out, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling him to me.

  “Saylor—” Beck starts but I cut him off as I press my lips against his. I keep moving my body forward until his back hits the lockers. The bang of the metal encourages me, turning me on even more. Using my dominant hand, I grip his pants tighter, pulling him to me while pressing my hips against him as best I can. My left hand slides up his chest and down his arm, pinning it to the locker as though I’m actually holding him in place as he’s double my size. Beck’s free hand moves to my hair, tugging it slightly just like he did the other times and sending me into an even bigger frenzy. As his tongue rolls over mine, I remember the mission at hand and pull away just as quickly as I started this kiss.

  “Game’s over, Beck. You want me as bad as I want you. Ball’s in your court.”

  Using every ounce of self-control that I can muster, I pivot and lift my shoulders, exiting as confidently as I can. Beck wants the games to end, well, now it’s up to him to finish.

  CHAPTER 16

  Saylor

  It’s after midnight and I’m still sporting my red, lace, push-up bra, which is way longer than it normally stays on. Typically, I walk in the door and the bra hits the floor. Tonight, I’m holding out for nothing short of a miracle that Beck will get his act together and show up at my door. It’s over five hours later and this baby is about to join the heap of other discarded bras in the corner of my room.

  Stretching my legs out on my couch, I laugh to myself, still in disbelief that I actually pulled off that kiss in the locker room. Gah, his strong muscles felt so good beneath my hands and when his tongue touched mine, I was almost putty in his hands. If I hadn’t stopped that kiss when I did, I might have ended up bent over the bench while Beck did me from behind. Just the thought of that has me even wetter than I am but as the numbers on the clock change, I figure I’d better give up on the original idea I had on how tonight would end.

  I move my hand to the coffee table, picking up Buzz Light Cheer. Slowly, I roll the length of the vibrator between my fingers as Buzz’s wings twist, too. My thumb flicks the toy on and it begins to pulsate against my palm. One of the girls I used to wait tables with gave it to me as a gag gift and it sat in my closet for almost a year. Then, after one too many nights alone, I decided to break it out and see what Buzz could do for me. Little did I know how awesome he would be… and that I would never be able to watch that movie the same way again.

  My thumb and forefinger move to Buzz’s head and I hold him upside down, debating whether to end my evening with him or still hold out for Beck. One more look at the clock and I decide it’s time for my date with Buzz to begin. Stretching my arm behind me, I click the lamp to the lowest setting and mute the television. The room flashes lights from the images on the screen and I close my eyes to block them out.

  Beck… Beck what? I don’t even know his last name. I’m dying to sleep with a man and I don’t even know his last name. What’s wrong with me? Oh yeah, I haven’t gotten laid in a really long time, that’s what’s wrong with me… and Beck is hot… and annoyingly protective… and sexily sweet. Ugh, the list could go on and on, but it’s time I get over this crush and move on to a real prospect because as much as I love Buzz, I miss the real thing. Tonight is the last night I picture, imagine, wish I was with Beck and then I’m over it.

  I set Buzz between my legs, letting him resonate the vibrations over the thin material that is my boy cut panties. It’s just enough to tease me but not distract me from the memories of kissing Beck. As much as I would love to say that it was only the kisses that get me hot and bothered, that’s a lie. And it’s not just his good looks or broody demeanor but it’s the way he genuinely cares, primarily about me. He doesn’t treat our co-workers the same way, or even our patients, it’s only me. It reminds me so much of the way Uncle Eddie used to care for me, well, minus the jealousy of other men hitting on me. Beck is a gentle soul which a hard exterior to try and hide it. If I didn’t just vow to move on, I would get to the bottom of his facade but a girl can only put herself out there so much before deciding it’s not worth it.

  My left hand slides down my chest, lifting my tank top so I can drag my fingers over my stomach and tug on my belly ring. I imagine Beck’s thick finger doing the tugging and I lift my hips, starting to slide my panties down. Fiddlesticks! A thunderous banging on the door sends my heart into palpitations and I jump off the couch, sending Buzz Light Cheer flying through the air. I scramble across the room, chasing the vibrator and fumbling to turn it off once it’s in my hands. Another set of pounding on the door and I toss Buzz on the couch, throwing a blanket over it.

  Peeking through the peephole, my heart literally almost beats out of my chest as I see Beck. He’s running his hand through his hair nervously, his chain necklace visible in the plain white, V-neck t-shirt he wears. I lick my lips, ready to fulfill the dirty thoughts I’ve already explored. Despite my anxiousness, I timidly open the door, unsure what Beck will do.

  He looks up as we come into view of one another. His eyes travel north to south over my body and he does his dramatic pause before finally breaking the ice except that he doesn’t talk. No, he takes one step toward me, placing his hands on either side of my face and urgently kissing me. The kiss goes from zero to sixty in less than a second, our hands in each other’s hair, pulling tightly. His left hand slides down my back, over my hiney that is only half-covered and he gives a firm squeeze. Beck doesn’t waste time stopping our kiss as he speaks now. His lips move against mine as he talks, both his hands dominating me as I melt into his arms.

  “I shouldn’t be here, Saylor,” he mumbles.

  Drunk on him, I nod although I definitely don’t agree with what he’s saying. I move my hands around his neck, jumping and wrapping my legs around his waist so he can’t escape. Beck easily catches me, his big hands supporting me under my butt and so close to my feel good spot that I’m afraid I might come just from being so close to him like this. His thumbs slide inside the seams of my panties and he steps inside my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. My panties, already damp, are soaking by this point.

  Beck leans back, looking me in the eyes. Every inch of his face tells me how serious he is when he says, “I’m serious, Saylor. This is a fuckin’ horrible idea for me to be here but I can’t fuckin’ stay away from you. Everything you do tempts me. Your hair, your singing, your god awful red lips, and as much as I tell myself you’re off limits, it’s my mind, not my dick, that won’t listen.”

  I nod, swallowing the nerves in my throat because I know exactly what Beck means when he speaks those words. Beck nuzzles his nose against mine and lightly kisses me, so very opposite than every other kiss we’ve shared. His hands squeeze my bottom, not sexually, but to get my attention.

  “I’m not going to apologize for what’s about to happen, Saylor, but don’t say I didn’t warn you that it was a bad idea.”

  He’s giving me an out, trying to make me think that’s what he wants, but I know deep down it would ruin both of us if I took him up on his offer. Wasting no time, I run my fingers through his hair and press my lips against his, igniting the most unimaginable, passionate, and scariest kiss I have ever experienced. Hold on, Saylor, you’re in for the ride of your life.

  Beck

  I should drop Saylor right now, like a fuckin’ sack of potatoes. I should run in the opposite direction as fast as I can. I should go back to that reclusive lifestyle I lived when I took care of Saylor from afar, without her knowledge. Then again, there’s a lot of fuckin’ things I should’ve done that wouldn’t have put me in this situation to begin with.

  My hands cup her ass, my thumbs running up and down the seams of her panties and making me hard as a rock. One touch from her and I’m going to explode. That just means I’ll have to spend a littl
e time pleasuring Saylor before the big event… and that’ll give me more time to back out if I so choose. When I first met Saylor Warner as a teenager, this vision never played in my mind, but from day one of our job together, I haven’t been able to get it out of there.

  Now in the bedroom, I lower Saylor to the bed, laying her on her back. She lies before me, propped up on her elbows, finally getting a direct shot of that red lace bra that her tits are begging to pop out of. Her legs are bent slightly as she nervously rocks her knees from side to side, hiding the view of her matching lace boy shorts. Reaching out, I push her knees to the side so she’ll stop moving and I can fully admire the perfection that is Saylor.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” Saylor asks timidly.

  Run, Beck, leave now! I take her hand in mine and gently kiss her palm. “Appreciating the finer things in life.”

  Saylor’s cheeks turn red and she does her nervous giggle. Still holding her hand, I kiss down her arm, parting her legs with my other hand to make room for my body. Her legs fall apart but her body is tense. Kissing her shoulder, I look at her, trying to soften my face as much as I can, which is nearly impossible after the shit life’s put me through.

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want to, Say. You tell me when to stop, alright?”

  Biting her bottom lip, she nods and I kiss her lips softly. My left hand massages her thigh, trying to help her relax, while my right hand moves down her chest. I open my eyes to watch her face as my hands move over her body. Saylor’s eyes are squeezed shut and I lean back, ending the kiss so I can see her better. I squeeze her breast, watching her squint and bite down harder on that bottom lip.

  “Saylor…”