Holiday Spice & Everything Nice

by Conn, Claudy

  “And Sally …”

  Lacey pulled his boxer briefs down, his cock now bouncing in her front of her. She had known from her earlier groping that he was endowed, but the cock in front of her had her eyes practically bugging out of her head. There was no way she would fit the entire thing in her ... well, in her anything.

  “Hold all calls.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Naughty, naughty, Lacey.” He pulled her from the distraction that was bouncing in front of her. Part of her was in awe and a tiny part of her was beginning to second guess herself. What if it was too big and she too inexperienced? “You started without permission.”

  She nodded, afraid her voice would give away the slight fear that was beginning to build. Not fear of him or even the act, but fear of letting him down because if nothing else, seeing him in his fully erect glory told her she was in way over her head.

  “It was all I could do not to let Sally know what we were up to.” He winked. He knew as well as she did that Sally knew.

  “Sorry?” It came out a question, but the wink had doused that smoldering ember of doubt and fear and she was ready to play.

  “That apology doesn’t sound overly sincere.”

  “It wasn’t sincere at all,” she confessed, looking up at him with her best doe eyes.

  “Now open up.”

  She opened as wide as she could and let him lead her to his very ready member.

  Step by step he guided her as she licked, sucked, and nibbled, enjoying every second, his words of praise cheering her on the entire time. His voice always held control and firmness, yet somehow felt warm. It was an odd combination to be sure, and one she could easily become addicted to. Even with her clumsy awkwardness at points and her inability to take him in completely, which she was fairly confident no woman not requiring a pump could actually do, Lacey knew she was pleasing him. Although the term pleasing probably was an understatement.

  When she heard his breathing falter, she took him in as fully as she could and sucked hard as she pulled away from him, loving the pop it made as he left her mouth completely. Adding a hand to his balls, she repeated the motion three more times before his hand tightened in her hair.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come down your throat.”

  “Mmmm, hmmmm.” Wasn’t that the point? She did it again, twisting her head slightly as she made the progression back down his cock.

  “Yes, keep doing that.” His concerns disappeared, leaving Lacey both proud and needy.

  One more trip and she felt his balls tighten in her hands. “Fair warning, pull off now if—”

  She cut him off, adding her other hand to his now throbbing shaft, throwing him over the edge, his cum shooting down the back of her throat as she greedily sucked it down. In her imagination, cum had tasted yucky, but worth the sacrifice for the benefit of the act. In actuality, Lacey wanted to enjoy every salty drop, which she worked hard at obtaining as she pulled away from him for the last time.

  Marcus was just leaning against his desk, eyes closed, a content look on his face. She did that to him. Lacey, the chunky girl with no experience. Holy freaking cow.

  “My goodness.” His eyes opened to find her openly admiring him in his post orgasmic bliss. “How did I get so fucking lucky?” He caressed her head, fingering her hair softly, bringing it back over her shoulder.

  “Persistence?” She was only half teasing. If not for his persistence, she would have made the rational, good girl decision to not mix work and play, or for that matter even consider play at all. He’d worn her down in the very best possible way.

  “Your turn …” He bent down and pulled his pants and briefs up, tucking in his softening cock. He lifted her by the shoulders until she was upright and then in one fell swoop, scooped her up and over his shoulder, giving her rump a smack just as her phone began to ring. Her body stiffened.

  Fuck.

  “Leave it,” he commanded, and goodness knew she wanted to, more than pretty much anything. She wanted to see him make good on his “your turn” promise, but adulting called. Darn it.

  “I can’t. The only people who have the number are the doctors.”

  He let her down instantly, the atmosphere in the room changing in an instant, concern showing in his eyes and in his body.

  “Hello,” she answered, voice shaking slightly.

  “Ms. Miller, this is Dr. Franklin. I’m calling about Bethany Miller.” Franklin, Franklin, Franklin. She couldn’t place the nasally voice coming through her phone. The mass amounts of background noise didn’t help. He sounded like he was calling from a train station and not a nursing facility.

  “She’s my mother.” The information was redundant, but stating it always seemed to get things moving more quickly. She found herself pacing the area in front of the desk as she spoke. This wasn’t good. Her gut could feel it.

  “I was wondering if you would be able to come and meet with me today to discuss her progress.” Dr. Franklin’s condescending tone had her “full of shit” meter ringing.

  “I can discuss it right now.” No way was she going to let worry fester all day. Either this was important, need to happen now shit, or he was trying to pull something, and she wasn’t planning on waiting a few hours to figure out which.

  “It’s against hospital policy to discuss items of this nature over the telephone.” The nursing facility, not hospital as he so bullshitty called it, had discussed everything from bowel movements to prognosis with her over the phone since she entered. There were zero chances that every single nurse and doctor she had talked to was in violation of policy. One or two, sure but all of them … she called bullshit.

  “Of what nature?” She wasn’t going to let him out if this that easily. No stupid way. She hoped he was squirming, face red and weasel eyes bulging. True, she had no idea what kind of eyes he had, but he sounded weaselly.

  “Treatment plans, ma’am.”

  Shit, shit, shit, Nancy was right. They were trying to go the “she is doing the best she ever will route,” which both she and Nancy knew was complete and utter garbage.

  “I will be there as fast as my car will take me.” Lacey grabbed her things, heading for the door. She had no time to waste if they were going to try something.

  “We have time at—” She cut him off so fast. Dr. Weasel was not going to hold all the cards. This was her mother, not his. It was someone in his facility that gave her the medication that kept her there. True, they didn’t know of the side effect at the time or at least they didn’t admit to it, but what was also true was that her mom could have tried a number of other treatments that had been around a lot longer with similar success rates.

  “I will be there shortly, and you will have time then.” Her hand reached the door just as an arm wrapped around her middle, holding her close. She hung up on the doctor, leaving him no time to respond.

  “Damn, you’re sexy when you take no bullshit.” Marcus dangled his keys in front of her. “Let’s go, I’m driving.”

  “You’re driving?” She turned to face him. Rookie mistake. One look at his cerulean orbs and her resolve was fading. “I can handle this on my own.”

  “Do you want to stand here and argue, or have me get you there faster than your car could?” Darn man had a point. A good one.

  “Fine.”

  She would reserve the fight she had left in her for Dr. Weasel. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

  Chapter 8

  The ride gave Lacey time to not only compose herself, but also build her case. The doctors were there infrequently and they rotated, making it all but impossible for her to place Dr. Weasel. If she could convince the man to listen to the anecdotal evidence of both her and the charge nurse, Nancy, they could hopefully buy themselves more time until the lawyer was able to work her magic. There was no inkling of doubt that the reason behind whatever the proposed changes were fiscally motivated. If the lawyer was able to get the money flowing, things would improve drastically
.

  Marcus drove silently and expertly through the city streets. He gave a few reassuring touches along the way, but seemed to fully grasp her need to process the entire situation before they arrived. It was how she had always been, and no one, not even her mother, ever “got it.” Yet Marcus did, and it made what could have been a very awkward post naked fun time, both comfortable and comforting.

  Arriving late afternoon was perfect for finding a parking space. This was a time when family members either stepped out so that their loved ones could sleep or they were still at work. Still, Marcus drove through the drop-off circle letting her out and saving her a few minutes. He promised to be there when she was ready to leave, allowing her to avoid the uncomfortable “yeah, I blew ya, but I don’t feel comfortable enough to have you here” conversation.

  A brisk walk down the hallway and a short elevator ride later, Lacey was at her mother’s door. Her mother wasn’t in her bed and panic initially set in until Lacey remembered her mother had physical therapy down the hallway in a small room with a staircase she was trying to master.

  “Lacey, I wasn’t expecting to see you so early. Don’t you have work today?” Nancy was standing in the doorway, some hermetically sealed tubes of some kind in her arms.

  “I do, but Dr. Franklin called and said we needed to discuss my mother’s treatment plan.” The shaking in her voice caught Lacey off guard. She needed to pull it together and quick if she were going to come out of this with what was best for her mother.

  “What about it?” Nancy knew what was happening, the anger in her voice clear evidence. She opened the cabinet under the television with her foot and deposited the items she was carrying before shutting the door a little too forcefully and meeting Lacey’s eyes.

  The edge to Nancy’s voice bolstered Lacey’s confidence and helped her push down the weakness she had heard so clearly in her voice only moments earlier. “He said it was something he wasn’t permitted to discuss on the phone.” This time her voice came through firm and no weakness to be had.

  “Bullshit.”

  Lacey loved the no-nonsense nurse a little bit more as the vulgarity escaped her lips and her hands formed little fists on her hips.

  “Exactly.” Lacey nodded her head once as she answered and lowered her voice conspiratorially as she finished with, “I call him Dr. Weasel in my head.”

  “I call him Dr. Prick.”

  Lacey was certain Nancy called him that not to her inner self, but to his face. That was something Lacey would like to see. Nancy pulled the phone out of her smock pocket. “I’ll call and tell him you’re here. I have a break in fifteen minutes. I’ll be glad to sit in with you.”

  Relief flooded Lacey. With Nancy there she wouldn’t sound like a desperate relative. She would have a medical professional backing her claims, even if said professional called the man Dr. Prick to his face.

  “I would appreciate that. Won’t it get you in trouble, though?” The last thing Lacey wanted was to get the nurse, the closest thing she had to a girlfriend at the moment, into trouble or fired over helping her.

  The smile that erupted across Nancy’s face was filled with so much humor, Lacey almost chuckled at the unknown joke.

  “I have been here twenty years. I have gotten all kinds of awards for my nursing awesomness. And there is the little fact that my father was a hospital board member for over a decade as the physician liaison. I think I’ll chance it.” Chance it. Heck, Lacey could see that Nancy was almost thrilled by the entire set-up.

  “Dr. Franklin.” Nancy held the phone slightly from her ear and Lacey could almost make out his words, but not quite. “Ms. Miller is here to speak with you.”

  Unable to hear his response, Lacey took a small step forward. The unclear words held annoyance. Good, let him be annoyed. He had been a jack-off on the phone earlier, he deserved it.

  “She doesn’t seem to know you changed your appointment to seven PM, sir.” Nancy winked at her. She was playing with the doctor, most likely getting him all riled up. Probably not the best way to influence people, but there it was. “If it isn’t a new time, then riddle me this: why is she standing in front of me?”

  Arms wrapped around her from behind. Lacey welcomed them, instantly recognizing Marcus. She leaned back, welcoming the comfort no matter how inappropriate it probably was in this situation.

  “I see. Well, she is here now so you best …” Nancy looked above Lacey’s head. Marcus must have caught her eye. “Hold on a second.” Nancy covered the mouthpiece of her phone and gave a slight nod in Lacey’s direction, one clearly not intended for her.

  Marcus’s words rumbled against Lacey’s back. “Tell him Marcus Northrup is here to see him as well.”

  The tone he used for as well threw Lacey off center. Why did he want to speak with Dr. Weasel? He hugged her the slightest bit tighter. He was playing a game, a game Weasel would lose. She didn’t know the rules or the end game, but it didn’t matter.

  “Sorry, Doctor. I am to tell you Mr. Marcus Northrup would like to speak with you as well.” Nancy mimicked both his words and his intonation. “I wouldn’t know, sir. The floor is very busy at the moment.” If by very busy she meant no one was around, then very busy it was. Lacey loved the woman even more as the conversation continued.

  “He only just arrived.” Nancy made a hurry up swirl with her finger in the air, the man talking far more than needed for his response. “Five minutes in the conference room?”

  Nancy glanced to Marcus. Lacey felt him nod before kissing the top of her head. He wasn’t hiding their connection. No, it wasn’t at work or in public, but it was in someplace important. Lacey wasn’t sure what it meant, but it felt big and safe. All of this hospital stuff would have normally been overwhelming but, with Marcus behind her, suddenly it felt doable. Better than that, it felt like she would win this round.

  “Are you sure? You just told me you didn’t have a second until this … yes, sir, I will pass the messages on.” Nancy slipped her phone into her pocket, her eyes dancing with mischief.

  “Dr. Franklin told me to tell you he has not a second to see you until seven, as was the original plan.”

  “Bullshit.” Lacey didn’t even pretend to hide her disgust at the man’s crap. He knew she was coming. He’d wanted it on his terms, even though she hadn’t given him time to name them.

  “So very much so,” Nancy agreed. “But good news is he can see you and Mr. Northrup in five, no, make that three minutes in conference room A.” Nancy gave an exaggerated wink to them both, obviously loving the fact that she was going to set the doctor up for what would, at the best, be an awkward situation. “Lacey, why didn’t you tell me you and Mr. Northrup were together?” Another wink, this time paired with smirk. The woman was loving this entirely too much. Truth be told, if the situation weren’t about her mother, Lacey would have been also.

  Cheeks a-burning, Lacey sent up a quick thank you that Marcus was behind her and unable to see the combination of shock and embarrassment she was now adorned with.

  “It is a recent development.” Marcus kissed the top of her head again. His voice lowered, as if to give them privacy. “Lacey, let’s go find Dr. Asshole and I will leave as soon as you need or want me to.”

  Lacey felt her shoulders drop. Was he not as at ease with being together as he came across? Of course he wasn’t. He was just helping her save face in front of Nancy, who somehow seemed to know the man. Lacey would have to ask her about that later. For now, she needed to save face by pulling it together and then go get the asshat doctor to stop whatever shenanigans he was trying to pull. She walked out of Marcus’s embrace, and he immediately twirled her around, almost as if they were in a dance. As her eyes met his, the intensity in them told her that whatever he was saying next mattered.

  “I just wanted to expedite the meeting, not take over. But if you desire me to help further, I need you to not hesitate to ask. This is your fight and you get to decide which knights you need to use when.” He cupped her
cheek. His voice, quiet, yet strong, radiated honesty. She took his words in, deciphering their meaning. He meant it. He was willing to help her.

  “And you’re a knight?” Rolling her cheek slightly, she felt almost like a feline getting their human to pet them. The comfort in his touch calmed her nerves.

  “For you, I would gladly bear the title.” He leaned in for what Lacey was sure would be a kiss worthy of sonnets when Nancy cleared her throat, dragging Lacey back to reality. They had a meeting to attend in a few minutes.

  “Nancy—” Lacey turned to face the nurse whose face was exploding with full blown amusement. “Do you think you can still come?” She needed Nancy to help make her case medically. Nancy saw her mom more than Lacey did during the week and she could pair her observations with actual medical facts. Even at that, if the group of doctors had already decided she wouldn’t improve much, it was going to be an uphill battle.

  “Are you kidding me?” Nancy took a step forward and placed her on Lacey’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t miss this for all the chocolate in the gift shop. I’ll meet you at the nurses’ station. I want to grab my folder of notes.” With that, the nurse practically skipped out of the room. She was far too excited for this. Lacey was looking forward to hearing the story behind Nancy’s dislike of the man.

  “Why was he so interested in seeing you? Or is that not my concern?” Lacey wanted to know what she was walking into. If they had a story that could bite her case in the arse, she needed to be prepared. She doubted that was the case, but the whole thing made her uneasy.

  “I am newly on the board after donating a new library to the facility for both patients and visiting family members.” He shook his head as if it were no big deal. “I had no idea how political hospitals were until I wrote the check.” His voice hit Lacey as a bit off, almost forced.

  “A library. Mr. Northrup, you are full of surprises.”

  He ignored her comment, instead holding out his hand, which she greedily accepted. If there was more to Marcus’s connection to the hospital than met the eye, he would tell her in his own time or not at all. After all, they really weren’t anything to each other, except she sort of felt they were. Argggg, she was frustrating herself with all of her second guessing.