“Jenny Brady speaking,” I said and was irritated to hear Tom’s voice. “I told you not to call me at this number. Ever.”
“Except for official hospital business,” he replied sternly, “and I’m afraid I need you right away.”
Logan rolled his eyes toward the heavens, and I was equally pissed off myself. There were a dozen other nurses Tom could have called, but he had to dial my number specifically. Clearly a conniving plan, I had the paranoid notion that Tom was looking at Logan and me from somewhere and smiling at the brilliant timing of his call. He had me cornered, and I couldn’t brush him off and ignore his request. He was the kind of guy who would ignore management’s pursuit of supplies and bring me up on disciplinary charges. I’d be on a plane back to America before I could wipe my eyes, and then he’d be on my heels in close pursuit.
“I swear, I will make this up to you,” I said.
Logan was still brave enough to smile. “It’s not your fault. We’re here to attend to medical emergencies, and I would never blame you for doing your job.” He didn’t need to add that he’d do the same if the situation were reversed.
Only in my case, the “medical emergency” was probably one dreamed up by Tom. If so, his actions were mutating beyond the annoying, more than simply a pushy ex, ramping it up to act like a full-blown stalker, and I would not allow it to escalate any further.
11
Tom stood there in the hospital’s intake lobby with a straight face and informed me we were preparing for a critical patient to arrive. A gurney was already here, a surgery suite cleared and reserved, but he wasn’t sure what to expect. He said he’d received a private call from someone who requested him to oversee the emergency and that he wanted to make sure he had a competent nurse at his side; hence his phone call to me. It all sounded sketchy and spelled one word very clearly: Bullshit.
Tom conveniently didn’t retain the number since it was blocked, which he said proved it was from a local authority and not some civilian pranking him, nor could we ascertain how long we would have to wait for the mystery patient. More than once, I threatened to get up and leave. But I didn’t want Tom to have the satisfaction of destroying everything I’d built, nor present him with the opportunity of saying, See? I told you she would never last over there in Sri Lanka.
“This is all a ruse, Tom, and we both know it,” I said when I couldn’t take it any longer. “You got wind of my plans to go surfing and hatched this twisted scheme to ruin it for us.”
“You have an extremely dim opinion of me.” He kept his eyes front and center, hands clasped behind his back. “Perhaps it’s time we had a long talk to put the past behind us.”
The mystery patient was suddenly forgotten.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Tom. The past is gone, and we are over.”
“I know that, Jenny. I just wish we could clear the air between us. Maybe then we can both move on, and I wouldn’t feel like there was anything left for me to do here in Sri Lanka.” Of course, that was his ace in the hole. He waved the carrot right in front of my nose, saying, Let’s talk about everything and then I will leave you alone.
“Do you think I’m so stupid as to fall for that?”
“Come on, what have you got to lose? Let’s do this, and then we can both get on with our lives.”
It made sense, in a twisted kind of way. Even if Tom were bullshitting me, it would not kill me to sit down and talk to him for an hour. And of course, there was the outside chance he might get the hell out of Sri Lanka and leave me alone to work things out with Logan.
“One hour,” I said, and Tom grabbed my offer with both hands.
“Great, let’s go down to the beach bar and get some fresh air. They can always reach me on my phone as soon as the patient arrives.”
I decided not to call him on the obvious lie and figured I could last an hour if it meant putting it all behind us. When we got there, he insisted we sit outside, giving me the inkling he was more interested in being seen having drinks with me than he was in talking. Initially, I resisted his request, but he arrogantly plonked down his ass, and I didn’t want to make a scene. I sat down with him at one of the outside tables.
One hour and it might all be over.
“So, what exactly is it that you wanted to talk about?”
“Can we take a moment to look at this beautiful view?” Tom said, not at all anxious for that final talk.
And although he was right about the crescent of beach, the sun shining through the palm trees, the light dappling on the ocean, it all soured now I’d fallen for another scam, and I decided it was time to go.
I picked up my bag, and Tom quickly placed his hand over mine in a desperate gesture.
“Please don’t go.”
He still held his hand over mine, and when I looked up, I saw Logan standing there at the beach-side entrance to the bar. His mouth opened slightly, the surfboard under his arm slackened, and I realized I would have to act quickly if I wanted to save the day.
“Tom, I have to say that I can see you’ve changed.”
Tom grinned, eyes flicking toward Logan for a split-second, then back to me. Long enough for Logan to let his head drop and turn around, then head for the beach.
“Unfortunately,” I went on, hoping Logan would hear, “the change has not been a positive one. You are now more of a sniveling coward and a conniving dipshit than you ever were before. Please get lost somewhere in Sri Lanka and leave me alone.”
I jumped up and ran after Logan; ignoring Tom’s desperate calls for me to return. When he started shouting something about disciplinary measures for leaving while I was on duty, I turned quickly and flashed him a prominent middle finger. Then I continued rushing after Logan and caught up with him as he was about to head for the car park.
“It’s not what you think,” I called, cringing at the awful line, a line Tom used on me at least four times in the past two years.
Logan faced me with that terrible look of disappointment again. “And just what is it that you imagine I was thinking? That you were having a cozy little drink while you were supposed to be on some emergency call out?”
“He fabricated the whole thing. It was Tom’s idea to go for drinks, and he was just running one of his typical scams.”
Logan sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. When I calmed, he said, “I understand. But the problem is he’s succeeding in driving a wedge between us.”
“Today was the last straw. I’m ready.”
“Ready? For what?”
“Why don’t we go back to your room so I can show you?” I replied with a naughty smile, and Logan’s entire face lit up.
12
We walked briskly in the direction of the hospital. The men’s quarters were ensconced nearby rather than at the hotel that myself and a number of the nurses had snagged, and it was closer than my place. My phone rang, and when I saw from the number that it was Tom, I pressed the red button and switched it off. I couldn’t give a crap if another “emergency” reared its head; there were plenty of qualified nurses who could help Tom take care of it.
We sped up toward Logan’s block, and I think we sprinted some of the ways. I’m not sure who was more eager at this point, Logan or myself. Something about Tom is almost destroying another beautiful day made us appreciate the opportunity even more.
We ran up the two flights of stairs, and when we finally stood in Logan’s room, I inhaled deeply several time to catch my breath.
“Do you want to rest a little first?” Logan said with a broad grin.
I shook my head. “Ready when you are, surfer boy.”
I could tell he’d wanted me since we first met, and I could feel my juices flowing to a place between my thighs as I reached out and stroked his semi-erect cock through the thin material of his trunks.
When he reached down and slid his hand inside my panties, I shuddered with pleasure as his fingers expertly found my clit. Then he stroked me to dangerous levels of excitement, and I coul
d already feel myself losing control. With one movement of deliberate desire, I pulled down Logan’s trunks and inhaled deeply as I wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard cock.
I’d pictured this in my mind so many times, but when it finally happened, it was more raw and hungry than I could ever have imagined. I wish I could tell you we kissed and stroked each other gently until we were both ready, but the truth is we were more than ready long before this. We tore the clothes off one another’s bodies and fell down on Logan’s couch. We didn’t quite make it to his bedroom.
I grabbed his cock and started jerking it fast while he kissed me all over my naked breasts. When he teased my clit with two fingers, he got me so wet that I was ready to go.
But Logan was in no rush.
Ever the gentleman, he licked down from my nipples to my crotch and hovered above my pussy for a split second before descending on it with all the lust and hunger of a wild animal. He licked me fast and stuck his tongue all the way inside me, seemingly understanding from my hips’ grinding and my hands gripping his hair when he hit just the right spot. I moaned out loud and suddenly wondered if the person who’d knocked on my wall when Stacy and I got drunk and laughed so loud could hear me. Then I remembered we were in Logan’s room and I let myself go. I kept on moaning, gasping for him to continue, to keep right where he damn well was, and before I knew it, my pussy started contracting, gushing, building to an incredible orgasm.
“That’s one all,” Logan joked.
I gripped his face in two hands and kissed him, tasting myself all over his lips. “I’m enjoying these surfing lessons. Now I know why they say you can’t stop surfing once you’ve started.”
He laughed. “Well, that was just a very small little wave. The big one’s coming next.”
He wasn’t kidding, either. He climbed on top of me and lifted my legs way up above my head. Then he slid his nine inches of lust inside me with such force that I screamed with delight. When he started rocking his hips up and down with a steady rhythm, I had to concentrate hard not to moan so loud as to alert the entire building to the fact that we were screwing like minxes on our day off.
I neared another climax, my fingers digging into Logan’s back. His face contorted and I guessed he was close too, but I prayed for him to hang on, just a little longer. My hips sped up, his thrusts deepened, and my pussy contracted harder until he exploded inside me with several jets of hot, warm sperm. I reached my second orgasm a second before him.
We rocked gently for several seconds, like an engine winding down, until he breathlessly withdrew and held me in his arms.
We lay there for about five minutes without saying anything at all, but I got the feeling that we were far from finished. I touched his cock and could feel him getting hard again.
It had been a while for him.
He picked me up and carried me off to the bedroom. This time it was different, and Logan was far gentler, much more romantic. He put on some gentle music and then lay down next to me on the big bed. He kissed me down my neck, and I was surprised by his tenderness and the gentle touch of his fingers on my erect nipples at the same time.
“I hope you don’t treat all your patients this way Ms. Brady,” Logan said cheekily.
I pushed him down on his back—time to show him I’d not forgotten all my skills. I enjoyed his look of wild surprise as I started licking my way down from his chest toward his muscular abs and the nine inches of meat waiting below.
When I took his entire length in my mouth, it was his turn to moan as I sucked him to one more stiff erection. Once ready, I climbed on top, riding him—a champion jockey racing a horse on the home stretch. I lost control just a little and threw my head back as I pummeled him with everything I had to give. It was as if we were blending into one single organism of pleasure, and when we reached a climax at the same moment, it was proof our bodies had been perfectly synchronized and our hearts were now beating as one.
“I think we should keep up these surfing lessons,” he said as I lay my head on his shoulder. “You’re making great progress, but I wouldn’t want us to lose our momentum.”
We lay there for a while, and it was great to discover Logan was not one of those guys who hated to cuddle. He held me close, and after a while I fell asleep, descending into the strangest dream.
Logan and I were surfing on a golden beach somewhere, and I finally managed to stand up on my board. He waited on the shore, and I did some amazing tricks as I cut through the big wave. When I ran out of the ocean, I picked up my board and splashed to where Logan waited. But when I got to the place where I thought he would be, I looked up and saw Tom standing there with a devilish grin on his face. He held out my cell phone to me and said, “You have an emergency call to go to the hospital.”
I woke up in a cold sweat. Logan had to hold me tight to stop me from shaking.
“Don’t worry, it was just a dream,” he said, and I relaxed again before I drifted slowly back to sleep.
“Please don’t switch on my cellphone while I’m sleeping,” was the last thing I said before I fell asleep in his arms for the second time.
13
The next day was absolute heaven as Logan and I shared another day off. We made a pact to keep our phones switched off for the entire day. We got hired the same off-road vehicle and drove around all day, stopping only to get something to eat and to make love at a secluded spot near the beach.
I wished the day would go on forever, and when Logan asked if I wasn’t worried we might lose our jobs if they found out we’d switched off our cell phones, I almost revealed my parents were stinking rich and that I didn’t need the job, anyway. I caught myself in time as I realized his situation might not be as fortunate as my own. I didn’t want him to form the impression I was trying to rub my parents’ wealth in his face.
Instead, I found myself asking, “Do you sometimes think this whole thing in Sri Lanka is temporary? That we’re kidding ourselves if we try to make it last in the real world?”
“I’ve thought about that myself. You’re right about it being temporary. We won’t be here forever. But when the whole aftermath of the tsunami has been cleaned up, when these places are back on their feet managing it all themselves, there will always be people who need us. We’ll get something else to do. Together.”
“Why don’t we just go on a long surfing trip around the world?” I suggested.
“Because, Ms. Brady, it will cost a lot of money, and we are hardly being paid enough for our work here to stay alive.”
I didn’t say anything but started mulling over in my mind the idea of asking my mother for some real money to pay for an extended vacation after our work here came to an end. After all, I’d unselfishly been giving my time to a worthy cause. Now and then, a girl deserved a break.
But I soon drove those thoughts away. I wasn’t doing this for rewards or treats. I was genuinely here to help, to get away from my spoiled life. Logan has simply been an incredible bonus. A bonus I didn’t want to let go of.
When the weekend finally drew to a close, I felt totally rejuvenated and ready to face another week of Tom’s tricks and scams as I returned to my place working beside him. Logan and I were now very officially an item, and it was awesome to know we were strong enough to face any obstacles. I was fortified. Reborn. Cleansed of the past for good.
But Tom was far from done with his twisted schemes and plans. In the days that followed, he repeatedly phoned me after hours with some story about him needing help. Fortunately, I’d arranged with Stacy to stand in for me whenever he tried to pull this trick on me. He must have got tired of Stacy’s biting sarcasm, as he stopped calling me with bogus or exaggerated emergencies after a while. Stacy didn’t hold back and let him have it every time she turned up at the hospital after one of Tom’s phone calls, only to discover he wanted help with a splinter or non-lethal snake bite, or—once—a stubbed toe that resulted in a snapped nail.
I discovered a brand new strength inside me as I woke up
every morning with the knowledge I’d found someone who appreciated and wanted me just the way I was.
Logan took me for many more surfing lessons, and whenever we had to time off, we spent it at our favorite beach with our boards. He was so patient with me. I was not a bad learner, but I was still struggling to ride the waves lying down, barely making it to the point of me standing up for more than a few seconds.
He assured me it simply took practice.
Perhaps I was a little obstructionist in my lack of progress, as I enjoyed Logan standing next to me in the water and holding my body with both hands to help me stay balanced. With water drops running over his naked torso, he looked like some Greek god, and I wasn’t concentrating on the lesson as much as I was on his physique. His touch never failed to send those electric jolts of excitement through me, and I was so horny after each session that we ended up making love in his room each time.
Just as everything was so perfect that I started thinking of the great “L” word, something happened which threw me off completely.
One day after I got to my room following my shift, an envelope had been pushed under my door. I didn’t think much of it, assuming it’d be some letter from the janitor to inform everyone of upcoming maintenance or something. When I opened it, there was one single photo inside that made my heart race and stomach sink. On the photo was Logan with a doctor’s stethoscope around his neck, and he was wearing the distinctive white coat.
Doctor. Not a nurse’s scrubs.
I’m not exactly sure why the photo sent such a shiver through me. It could easily have been taken at some fancy dress party, or it could have been a prank. But there was something so authentic about it that it truly appeared as if Tom’s digs and barbs were true, and Logan was, in fact, a doctor.
Until then, I’d forgotten about the sideways suggestion Tom made that first day when he confronted Logan and me. He’d said something to the effect that he knew some secret, but never mentioned it again. Was this what Tom had been referring to? And if it was, why on earth was Logan working as a nurse when he was a qualified doctor?
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