Impulse attraction, crazy summer heat wave, out of control emotions, can this recipe drive them to more than just a summer fling?
The sudden death of her parents jarred her reality. For the past year, Candy Rivers has been overwhelmed with grief and lives her life behind a veil, not letting herself feel anything for too long. At times, she can be pulled from behind her screens to live in the present. A tall, dark, sexy-as-hell patient manages such a feat. Leaving morsels of herself exposed and vulnerable to the real world.
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Impulses Vol. 1
Copyright © 2017 Roxanna Cross
ISBN: 978-1-4874-1119-0
Cover art by Angela Waters
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Impulses Vol. 1
By
Roxanna Cross
Chapter One
“Hey, Rivers, you’re dreaming again!” Matthews’ teasing voice pulls me out of my trance.
My cheeks flush with sudden heat when I realize my hand is stroking up and down my patient’s penis. Shit! Not again. What the hell is the matter with me? I’ll lose my nursing license for sure if I can’t stop my dick obsession. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost it yet, being a circumcision nurse and all. Sure, most of my patients are only a few hours old and not tattooed, pierced hunks like this guy lying on my gurney, which, I am still masturbating! Oh God! Shoot me now.
“Huh.” I gulp. “Dr. Snow will have no problem performing the desired surgery. Mister. Mister...” Ohh, fuck I forgot my patient’s name and here I am stroking him to paradise. I’m so fired for this.
“It’s Eaton, Red.”
“Mister Eaton.”
“No, just Eaton.”
“Candy, let go of the man’s cock already!” Matthews pops his head in. “You got to keep an eye on this one. She’s a real man-eater,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Matthews, get out of here so I can finish up, will ya?” I reprimand half-heartedly as I throw a roll of gauze at him.
“Oh no worries, Rivers, I have every confidence you’ll finish up all right.” He laughs as he dodges out of the way of the incoming target. The roll falls in a soft thud on the terrazzo. I huff. What a waste of perfectly good material. On the bright side, it got rid of the bugger.
“Candy?”
I like the way Eaton says my name, like a question and a surprise at the same time. And the way it rolls off his tongue... mmmmm. Makes me wish I actually were a candy, a piece of his favorite treat for him to savor all night long. It’s silly really. Getting worked up over my name. I close my eyes to center myself. I don’t want my voice to shake too much.
“My parents’ twisted whimsical sense of the Christmas spirit, yeah, I’m a Christmas baby. What can I say? My mom loved candy canes and my dad munched on After Eights as if he couldn’t get enough of them.” I explain with the semi-sweet smile talking about my parent always brings about. When I feel balanced again I open my eyes.
“It suits you. You look as sweet as candy.” He winks. “And please don’t stop on my account, I’m certainly enjoying the fine treatment,” he says with a smile spreading from ear to ear.
Damn it! I’m still stroking him. I can’t help it. His cock is smooth, and long, and thick, and I can already see it without the foreskin around its mushroom head. My mouth waters at the thought of it sliding between my lips. My pussy trembles. It wants to squeeze it within its walls. Shit! Shit! Shit! I have to put a stop to this. Like right this instant. Then why can’t my hand stop moving up and down its girth?
Chapter Two
Candy’s hand is still running up and down my dick. I wonder if I should tell her? I really don’t want to. Her small hand feels nice wrapped around me all tight and sure, sliding up, twisting around the skin I want to rid myself of pulling it downwards to the point of sweet pain and spiraling down to my thick base. She’s in her own little world. Who am I to rip her from it when I derive such sweet pleasure?
“Rivers! You still playing with that cock?” That nurse, Matthews, calls abruptly, nearly interrupting her delightful ministration.
I love how her skin turns as red as her hair when she’s caught in her naughty tricks. But I don’t want her to stop. I grab her wrist and follow the motion of her hand up and down my cock. My eyes lock on hers and with a broad smile on my face, I say, “Why don’t you invite your friend in, to shut him up?”
Her mouth pops open in and big O.
“I’d like to see what this cock of mine will have to look forward to once it’s all healed up.” I wink.
“Matthews,” she calls.
The curtains open and close behind him. “You beckoned?”
“No, I did,” I say. “I want to see what those lips can do.”
Matthews arches a brow. As if to gauge the situation. He slips his fingers around the elastics of his scrubs tugging on them. Candy bites her lower lip. Matthews exhales and tugs a bit more on the elastic showing the tip of his erection. Candy licks her lips. He drops his scrubs, they fall to his ankles. Without letting go of my cock, she swallows him to the hilt.
Holy shit! This girl has no gag reflex! She’s fucking amazing. I want her mouth on me. The way it works him, sucking him deep and hard. I want to feel the hotness, the wetness, the suction and the pressure that mouth promises. Fuck. Her hand is twisting me in a wicked way. Spiraling with two fingers under my head, working its way down increasing pressure along the way, pumping my base. Cupping my balls. I’m done for.
My head falls back against the white hospital pillow. The strong smells of antiseptic fill my nostrils, but it’s not enough to kill my state of arousal. Her hand is warm against my overheated skin and I feel myself teetering on the edge. My toes curl in on themselves. Sweat beads on my forehead. My muscles in my thighs cord. Everything in the pit of my stomach flames up and tightens. I feel like a firecracker ready to detonate. I watch Matthews. His brow is creased and he’s rolling on the balls of his feet. Soft expletives escape his lips.
“Fuck, babes, your mouth, it’s a goddamn nirvana.” He sighs and his fingers plunge in her ginger tangle of hair flowing around him.
His hips surge forward, driving his dick further down her throat, a feat I didn’t think possible. “Shit, I found Heaven, man,” he says to me before letting his head fall back on his neck and fucking her mouth with brutal force.
Here I thought her hand brought me to a paradise unknown with the wicked way her fingers played with my foreskin bringing it down to a point of sweet pain, twirling them around my engorged head until I can barely stand it, spiraling downwards squeezing my shaft and base with just the perfect amount of pressure making me see stars. Never
before have I experienced such a thing! Almost makes me rethink my decision about this procedure. Almost.
All I know, once it’s done the mushroom head, her delicate finger is twirling around now, will be more sensitive to her touch. Oh God! The thought sends me over the edge and warm liquid squirts all over her pale hand.
I watch her throat muscles work as she swallows another man’s cum. Fuck, this woman is truly amazing. I’m stunned speechless when I see Matthews pull up his scrubs and walk away as if he owes her nothing. I want to take her, put her on this very gurney, pull down her blue scrubs, and taste every inch of her skin. She deserves to be cherished. Not treated like, like some cheap means to an end.
“Any chance I can return the favor?” I wink.
“Awwwe, you’re too sweet, I’ve already lingered too long, I’m afraid,” she says with reddening cheeks. She takes some antiseptic behind her and cleans up her hand and then my abdomen where some semen also arced over. She offers me a sly smile as she wipes up the sticky mess and throws away the evidence of our naughty play.
“Dr. Snow will be in touch in the next week or two for the surgery. If you have any questions before then please come in or give us a call.”
“Okay, thanks for all your help, Nurse Rivers. You’ve really made me feel comfortable about my upcoming procedure.” I wink and bring up my pants.
She pouts and bites her lower lip.
“One final peek.” I pull open the front of my jeans and let her see the boner I’m still sporting.
She smacks her lips together and inhales as I get off the gurney and adjust myself comfortably before walking out.
Chapter Three
I can’t believe I just did that. With Matthews no less. He’s the worst gossip of all. I’m soooo fired. How the hell did this happen? Can I blame the crazy heat wave the city is currently under? Nah, that won’t fly. I’m just a sucker for really hot guys! I need to learn to control these hands of mine when it comes to sleek, hard velvet, thick cocks. Gawd. To think, I’ll have his cock in my hands again! Will I be able to control myself? I’ll have to. Dr. Snow will be there. Shit. Shit. Shit. This crazy obsession of mine needs to stop. I can’t keep masturbating every male over twenty-five that walks in for a circumcision. It’s insane.
I’m insane. Okay, Candy Rivers. Get a grip, it’s not every male. It’s one hunky, tattooed, pierced, smooth talker, with pear colored eyes that seared my inside so completely and left an imprint on my soul. Oh yeah, and how about the really hot biker from three weeks ago? Or the sexy, beefy MMA fighter from six weeks ago, huh? Jezuz, I’m a lost cause. Fuck! I should check myself in on the seventh floor right this instant and beg them to explore every sinuous road of my brain if a pair of eyes, a few tattoos, and piercings can make me lose my marbles. All I know, I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop touching him. My hand felt like a magnet to his cock. And when he asked to watch me suck another man something inside me boiled over with excitement. I wanted to see those eyes spark with flashes of heat. I’m not sure why, but, I needed to know I could make them burn. Something must be wrong with me when I wanted or needed this crazy power over a total stranger! I really, really should have my head examined.
Ohhh geez though. The thrill I felt when I watched his pupil dilate and the flash of pure raw lust swim in them when Matthews drove his cock deep down my throat, damn, moisture pooled between my legs. I squeezed Eaton so tight. I couldn’t help myself. The power went to my head. To know I could drive such a hunk, who’s clearly out of my league, with only my hand and my lips, not even touching him, is enough to make any girl giddy.
I mean, come on. When would a guy like that? Tall. Lean. Yet, with muscles in all the right places. And body art to boot. There’s one tattoo, in particular, I want to trace with my tongue, my fucking tongue... a tiger on his left pec. Don’t even get me started on his piercings. Oh my, I’d like to tug on those with my teeth. Ohhh. Just to see if it would make him shiver the same way a shiver runs down my spine just thinking about it. Damn, he’s too sexy for his own good. Would he ever, ever look at plain old me?
I’m a bit below average height at five-feet-four. Sure, my red hair stands out. I have a pale and clear complexion with freckles. My chocolate brown eyes are shaped a bit too much like almonds. My nose is a touch too long. Only my lips redeem me, I think. They’re sensual and naturally red. I don’t have large breasts—in that department, I’m pretty average in my 36C cup. And the rest of me is pretty average. I don’t have many curves to speak of. My ass bumps out a bit, which is a fucking pain when I need to buy a pair of jeans. Still, nothing to really make heads turn.
So I felt all warm inside when he offered to return the favor. I knew Matthews would never offer such a thing and, please, I wouldn’t want him down there anyways! But this guy. Mister hot as hell. Sex on legs. Oh. My. Hell. Yeah. Any day. I just couldn’t muster the courage. I mumbled some dumb excuse and sent him on his way! What the hell is wrong with me? Of course, I wanted to feel his tongue on me! Every girl in her right mind would. I’m crazy. There’s no other explanation. Even though I wanted to feel his tongue everywhere on my skin. Licking up and down my slit. Circling my clit. I let him walk away. I let that sink in for a moment as I chew on my bottom lip. Fuck, I really need to have my head examined! Something is definitely wrong with me. I let him leave with a boner the size of Texas, no less.
Now, I’m stuck using this God dam jelly toy in the supply closet. What a fucking day!
Chapter Four
A pang of guilt hits me as my hand slams against the cool glass of the men’s health clinic. Never before have I walked away from a woman leaving her so unsatisfied. Something feels undone. Incomplete. Especially after she’s taken me to a paradise so unexplored and not because I’m Eaton Stone, drummer extraordinaire. No, I don’t even think she recognized me.
This girl saw something else in me. What? I don’t know, but I’d sure like to find out. Because the feeling of being wanted only for me, true, her focus seemed pretty singular to my cock. I’m still taking it is as a win. She didn’t ask about the music or the band. To me, that’s fucking refreshing!
I wanted to taste her. Could imagine her juices on my taste buds. All sweet and spicy and creamy coating my tongue. Damn. A delicacy to be savored for sure. Maybe it’s best she brushed me off then. I wouldn’t want to rush such a tasty treat. Still, it irks me. I know I could have sweet-talked her into a little something more. The way her eyes flashed. How her lips smacked together with definite hunger. I roll my shoulders. My sexy nurse deserves better than the half dress, sex-craved groupies I see almost every night at the shows get from me. Which is a one-night stand, a weekend fling if they’re lucky.
The thought of only one night with her fills me with dread. I shake my head. I can’t even begin to imagine having my fill of her in one weekend. How weird is that? I know things have been kind of different for me lately... but my train of thought has my stomach twisted in knots. My watch chimes. Fuck! I’m so late. The guys will have my hide. I hurry across the street to catch the metro. I make it just in time to squeeze my body sideways through the closing doors.
“Nice of you to finally make an appearance, Stone!” Waller calls when I step foot in the door of The Needle Vynil Tavern.
I miss the good old days of The Pawn Shop. I still can’t believe they had to close down. So many bands had their first shot on their stage. That place seemed to have been an anchor for the Edmonton music scene. Which is fucking dying! I mean we do the shows, people come and they have a good time. Just doesn’t feel the same in these sleek and chic bars of silver and chrome. Or new age tea shops trying too hard to recall the hippy days of the lost sixties. I miss the look of scratched-to-hell hardwood floors and crafted wooden tables and chairs and steel beams running along the high ceilings a perfect marriage of a barn and a steel factory if such a thing existed. I shake my head to get rid of the hit of sudden nostalgia.
“Yeah, Yeah.”
“Soun
d check was two hours ago, man.” Redman grunts.
“When don’t I sound awesome?” I twirl around to face him.
“Haha, just go do your boom-boom check before someone has your head!” He gives me a look that speaks volume.
I stroll across the room, jump up on stage and settle behind my drum set. I take a moment to admire the stretched leather across the snare drum, floor tom, and hanging toms. I like how the tightly woven hide hugs the chrome rims and brings out the flames in the body of my drums. I test the pedal of my bass drum. Good! The way it resounds in the room. Nice clean tone. Clear and true and holds the note as it should. I pick up my sticks and hit my Hi-hat. I wince when the note of the cymbal screeches in the air.
“Sorry, sorry. My bad!” Peterman adjusts the soundboard and gives me a nod.
I give the Hi-hat another try and my baby works like magic. I feel the music pouring through me. I close my eyes and let the sticks drive me. They fall against the snare drums, the crash cymbals, the hanging toms, the ride cymbals, my foot follows the rhythm and hits the pedal of the bass drum, as my sticks keep finding the tops of the china cymbals, snare drums and so on. I’m lost in the music. I find myself swirling in a world of staff paper, scribbles in blue lines and floating notes as music leaks of out of me. I don’t want this high to end! Alas, I know it must. I slow the rhythm down and bring the drum solo to a close.
Sound check. Done!
“Told ya. I always sound amazing.” I jump off stage with a flourish and bow to Redman.
“Show off.”
I give him a big smile and go in search of food. My mind is still on the sexy nurse at the men’s health clinic. A part of me hopes she’ll be at tonight’s show. Another part of me hopes she’ll never show up at one of these venues. For once, a woman made sexual advances without knowing the rock star within. If she knew, would it change whatever else she saw in me?
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