What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas!

by R. Lorelei

  We were quiet when we did procedures, the patients were awake. Our guards were down once because this particular patient was sedated and Bradley asked, “Did you sleep at Nick’s last night, or did you go home?”

  I glanced at him slightly irritated, “Nicks. Can we talk about this later?”

  “In his bed?”

  “No, the bathtub, of course in his bed.” I knew I was irritating him but a large part of me wanted to see what he would do.

  “Do you have clothes at his place?”

  “No.”

  “Those scrubs you’re wearing today, they’re his?”

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  I closed the patient and waved the nurse down indicating we were finished. The nurse and her coworker came and took him away. I stripped off my led apron and went into control room, Bradley followed close behind, we were alone now. He sat next to me while I reviewed the procedure and stayed quiet while I dictated. I knew I got him angry, but his behavior was unprofessional, “That conversation could have waited.” I stormed off to the change room. I took off the surgical scrubs and threw on my borrowed scrubs from Nick.

  I changed quickly, wanting to get out before him. I was almost in the clear when I realized I forgot my stethoscope on a table. The Cath lab was quiet and the lights were out. I could see it was where I left it. I started walking in the dark towards it when I felt his hand grab my wrist. How I wished he would stop doing that.

  He spun me around so I was facing him and said, “I don’t want you wearing his fucking clothes.”

  I knew I was in trouble, Alpha male was angry! He grabbed the neck of the scrub top and tore it off me like tissue paper. “Take off your pants he ordered, but he didn’t wait for me to take them off, he reached for the string and pulled it himself making them fall to the ground. Shocked, I stood frozen to my spot, naked.

  He gasped when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I had no idea what he was going to do next. He was smoking hot. My breaths became shorter and my nipples grew hard to this unexpected chill of nudity. “All I want is for you to give yourself to me, only me. Can’t you do that?”

  “Take me,” I breathed.

  He closed the distance between us. His dark needy eyes glared at me hungrily. His face was unkempt, his stubble much longer than usual, he probably hadn’t shaved since before I had been to his house. He was barbarically hot!

  His hand fisted the back of my hair and his eyes searched mine waiting for a sign. I quickly gave it to him by yanking the string to his pants so they too fell to the ground. I wedged my fingers into the waist of his underwear and slid them down until gravity took over. I looked at his dick and gasped. He was massive, and ready. Standing at attention he took my breath away.

  His lips washed up on mine making contact and covering them. His lusciously wet tongue frolicked with mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. He made me all tingly with excitement. We wanted to eat each other up. I finally got the chance to run my fingers through his soft shaggy brown hair and I yanked it really hard, making him gasp with shock. He fisted my hair even harder than before and continued thrusting his tongue into my mouth roughly now, clearly mimicking how he wanted to fuck me. He backed me against the closest wall and his body crushed against mine.

  His muscles to my breasts, his piece to my abyss, our pent up desire unleashed. His lips left mine only to taste me elsewhere. His smooth wet tongue gliding up the side of my neck until reaching my ear. I could feel his breath in my ear as he sucked my ear lobe and began biting it.

  I was dying to be thrashed. He took my breast in his mouth and tugged at it slowly letting it escape his mouth until he only had my hard nipple which remained between his sharp white teeth, and then he nipped at it cruelly.

  He would look up at me and then took my entire breast in his mouth all over again. He sucked it until I was beside myself whimpering in excitement and at the same time plagued by the incessant fear that his sharp teeth might nip again. Then when I didn’t think I could take it anymore he would do the same to the other one.

  I wanted to make this as unbearable for him as it was for me. I bent my knees and let my back slide down the wall until my face was even with his hips and I took his cock in my mouth and I sucked on it hard, really hard.

  I focused on the tip with exaggerated strokes of my tongue and then deep throated him until I couldn’t possibly get another millimeter of him in me. That was when he pleaded with me to stop. I noticed his eyes were half closed and his breathing had changed, it was shallow and rapid. It took everything in him not to come. I backed off by standing up and let him recompose himself.

  His eyes remained half closed when his fingers reached between my legs. I had been waiting for so long to feel his skilled fingers knead me. He started slowly and then sped up swirling softly and then grabbing me, his fingers were utterly magical. “You’re wet,” he commented. “Really wet. Can Nick do this to you?” Then he lifted me in the air, wrapping my legs around his waist, his dick finally replaced his fingers and he thrashed me hard, filling me. The unexpected force of him doing it made me cry out with excitement. He was fierce. Each thrust got harder and faster. “Answer,” he ordered.

  “No, he can’t! Only you can,” and then I screamed out Bradley’s name as I came around him. He pushed my hips down as he forced himself even deeper into me and I could feel his warm fluid fill me. His husky voice whispered in my ear, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you here.”

  ~20~

  My Outlook inbox at the hospital had my first message about the Cardiac fundraiser.

  To: Hart,J, Hart B, St. Clare C, Ward N, Flanders J, Wilson S, Ryder T, Kennedy M

  CC:

  Subject: Cardiac Fundraiser Dance

  As you know, our fundraiser is soon approaching! Thank you for volunteering your time on this committee. The first meeting will be held in the Doctor’s Committee Room in the Executive building, Tuesday, April 15 at Noon!

  Thanks, Maggie!

  I checked the date on the hospital phone because I could swear it was the fifteenth today, sure enough it was! OMG talk about no notice! I spent the morning flying solo. I was seeing patients who came to our cardiology floor from the emergency department that hadn’t been seen by a cardiologist yet. It was fun flying solo, liberating.

  I decided to text Nick in between patients:

  Chanel: R u @ the H?

  Nick: Yes u?

  Chanel: Yes, check your outlook, 1st committee meeting today in 1 hr

  Nick: Skipping it.

  Chanel: U better not! U r the 1 who talked me into joining:-( Come get me in 45 min or I’ll get all code black on U

  Nick: Take me Hostage? (I might like that!) I thought we weren’t doing anymore codes?

  Chanel: Just no more sex Dickwad!

  Nick: How come Bradley isn’t taking u? Maybe he’s the DICKWAD!

  Chanel: Not sure where he is.

  Nick: OK C u in 45, I’ll go 2 u’r station.

  Chanel: Good! TTYL.

  Nick always true to his word showed up fifteen minutes early, “Tim Horton’s, before the meeting?”

  I warned him while grabbing my wallet from the desk and putting it in the pocket of my white coat. “Okay we’ll probably be late then,”

  “Who gives a?” Nick commented coolly.

  “You’re such a rebel!” I said sarcastically.

  “Whatever,” he muttered under his breath. “You know the truth.”

  We started walking to Tim’s. As I suspected, the lineup was quite significant. “Should we wait?”

  Nick nodded, “Hell yes.”

  “Have you asked Aria yet?”

  “Why do you automatically assume I’m going to ask Aria to this? We’ve only met twice.”

  I grinned at him, “I heard the headboard.”

  Nick flushed as we took a step closer to the registers, “I left when you did!”

  “Bullshit. You were there two more hours!”

  “Jealous?” He mocked.


  “Hardly!” I looked at my cell. It was five after, so we were already late and we still had two people ahead of us.

  “Is Bradley taking you?” He questioned sarcastically.

  “Of course, now who’s jealous?” I smiled!

  We reached the meeting room at exactly thirteen minutes after. We were carrying our unopened coffee’s and still smiling when we glanced around the room to find six sets of eyes focused on us. We quickly took the two remaining seats at the medium length rectangular table with Chase sitting at one end and his brother Bradley at the other.

  Chase spoke first, “Good of the two of you to make it, Chanel and,” he paused pretending to look down at his sheet for Nicks name. I knew Chase remembered him from the Paddock and my old apartment. He was making a point.

  Bradley filled in the gap. “NICK,” his voice was filled with not so subtle hostility and his eyes went dark. Chase’s eyes shot up at his brother. He appeared to be surprised by the animosity. It was incredible how the tone of one word painted a picture. Chase already knew that Nick and I had something going on and now he was learning that Bradley didn’t like Nick for some reason...

  Nick whispered in my ear, “Talk about jealous!”

  Nick’s eyebrows shot up to Bradley, “Very intuitive considering you’ve never met me before, BRADLEY.” Oh my, Nick was practically challenging Bradley, where did this hostility come from?

  I looked over at Nick giving him a warning glare, “Red” I hissed in a whisper to him.

  “Do I sense hostility?” Chase asked coming off as being oblivious to what was going on. It wouldn’t have taken much for the rest of the group to put it together if this kept up. I addressed Chase, “Sorry for the tardiness. It won’t happen again.”

  Chase studied me and then Nick before resuming, “I’ve assigned tasks to everyone except for you and Nick. Chanel, would you like to do hiring or decorate the room?”

  I looked at Nick and it was a no brainer knowing his Girly Flare, “Hiring,” I volunteered.

  Chase addressed Nick, “You will work with Bradley and Chanel you will be working with me.”

  Chase glared at Nick and Bradley like the cat that caught the bird, “Chanel, I will enjoy the honor of working with you in making all the necessary arrangements. Nick and Bradley, I assume you will act more professionally and tolerate each other for this important event?”

  “That won’t be a problem,” Nick assured Chase.

  Bradley stood, “I’m being paged.” He glared at his brother and then nodded to me before storming from the room, letting the heavy door fall loudly behind him. I was going to have to do damage control with Bradley after the meeting adjourned.

  ~21~

  We were dismissed shortly after Bradley had excused himself. I went looking for him in the nursing station, the Cath lab, our usual lounge, Tim’s, and finally the smaller lounge we had been to once before.

  I found him in the last place I looked, the private lounge. He was sitting on the couch brooding. His stethoscope and jacket were carelessly tossed on the seat next to him and he appeared to be nursing a coffee from Tim’s.

  “Do you want to talk?” I offered.

  He looked so lost in his own thoughts. It had me more than worried about what was bothering him, “Your friend is a real piece of work,” he complained.

  “How did you know it was Nick?”

  “You came in with him, and I sensed chemistry. I hated him on site Chanel.”

  “Can you try to at least tolerate him so we don’t have those kinds of scenes anymore? You know how gossip flies in hospitals.” Snatching the cup of coffee from his hand I took a sip of it, the one I had in the meeting was gone and this conversation was making me nervous.

  “Your ex-fuck buddy? I think you’re asking too much from me.”

  “This is hard for him too, please? He’s had to give up our sexual excursions so you and I can have a chance at a relationship. That’s asking a lot for him to do. I’m in demand,” I said jokingly. I was desperate to lighten his mood.

  “I will attempt civil.”

  Pleased with Bradley I encouraged him, “It’s a start.”

  He grabbed my hand making me lose my balance. I dropped awkwardly onto the couch next to him. His face was soft from shaving and his lips covered mine as he embraced me, “I need to be with you again,” he mumbled between kisses. He pulled the blouse I had nicely tucked into my skirt loose and slid his hand up my top, pinching my nipple hard. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced with mine. His mouth was warm and inviting and he tasted like sweet coffee.

  I pulled away for a second and asked, “Do you want to come to my loft after work? I’d love it if you stayed over.”

  “You won’t be able to get me off you,” he threatened.

  My tongue lunged deep into his mouth, and then as I pulled it out I nipped hard on his lower lip making him groan before answering, “I would never want to pull you off me.” We kissed for a few more minutes until our conscience got the better of us and we went back to work.

  We finished later than normal because the meeting at noon set us back. Bradley left Hummer in the hospital parking lot and he drove me home in Snowball. I don’t know if he understood the significance of it. Nobody but me ever drove Snowball. What this implied about our relationship were life altering. Nick never even had the honors!

  Bradley’s presence this morning at the hospital was greatly missed by me because I was so used to working with him. I noticed his fancy dress pants and how he’d shaved today when we were leaving the hospital. I dared not ask why, not yet anyway. When we got to the loft he went to hand me the keys. I pushed his hand away gesturing for him to open the door. He entered the loft first.

  I looked at him, “Drink?”

  “Please.”

  I went to the fridge, and grabbed two beers. I twisted the cap off one and handed it to him, and then my own. Looking at my sectional sofa now, I really felt embarrassed for still having it. He sat down and tapped the cushion next to him. I responded immediately by sitting, and then I succumbed to my curiosity, “I missed you this morning.”

  He played with a lock of my hair sending a chill up my spine, “You did, did you?” His voice was deep and playful.

  I placed my hand on his leg closest to me, “Where were you?”

  His eyes went all broody on me. His lips melted into mine, he was so smoking hot, but I knew this was his way of evading the question. I wasn’t having it. I pulled away, “Where were you?” I repeated.

  “Court, I was in court. My divorce with Maggie was finalized.”

  He moved in for another kiss me but I placed my hand between us preventing it, “Pardon me?”

  He repeated quietly, “I was in court. My divorce with Maggie was finalized.”

  Alarm bells were going off in my head; I had to hold onto the couch because my head started spinning. “Let me get this straight, Bitch ex-wife is Maggie? Bombshell Maggie? Cath lab Maggie? You have got to be kidding!”

  “I thought you knew.”

  “How would I know? You never mentioned her name. You are so pleasant to Maggie! You should have told me. We even talked about you together. She knows I liked you. She even warned me about HERSELF! Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot!”

  “You’re not an idiot.”

  “I wish you would have told me! Why are you always so pleasant to her?”

  “We’re professional.”

  “Oh, you are, are you? You talk like you are still a couple ‘we’re professional!” That’s why you fucked me in the Cath lab, real professional. If you don’t act professionally with me should I take that as a sign of disrespect?”

  “No.”

  “Does she know about us?”

  “No.”

  “Why not, embarrassed? I’m not as pretty or maybe I’m just not good enough for you.”

  “It could have affected the divorce.”

  “Your divorce was almost finished, what’s the real reason?”

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bsp; “It was none of her business.”

  “Do you still sleep with her?”

  “No we haven’t done what you and Nick do.” He sure knew how to bite back.

  I ignored his comment and my urge to tell him to go fuck himself because I was trying to prevent this from escalating further, “Do you still love her?”

  “No, I don’t,” he said confidently.

  I stopped and tried to take it all in. Then I talked out loud, not really to him, “I don’t think I can handle seeing her all the time. It’s too weird.”

  “Likewise with you and Nick. I was furious when you told me that you slept with him the other day. At the fundraiser meeting, you walked in with him all happy and smiles, you don’t think that’s going to bother me? I just wanted to reach over and smash his face in. At least I don’t like Maggie. I can’t even remember the last time I slept with her.”

  “Maggie is worse because you were in love with her. That’s something I never shared with Nick. I love him but not the way you loved her. Does that kind of love ever go away? Let me answer that, no, it doesn’t. You should have told me about Maggie when we first got to know each other, or better yet, when you introduced us. You could have said something like, ‘this is Maggie my soon to be ex-wife.’

  What was I thinking, letting myself feel for you?”

  “Mag, don’t say that!” He pleaded.

  I gasped and my hand struck his face hard. I slapped him with everything I had. I stormed past him and he grabbed my arm, I tried to shake it free but his grip was tight.

  He was blurry through my tears, “I need my phone, give me my phone,” I sobbed. I started pulling away and reaching for my purse with my free hand. He allowed me just enough movement to grab my purse and I rifled through it with my free hand finding my phone. I started punching in a text message to Nick:

  Chanel: CODE BLUE

  Bradley snatched the phone from my hands and texted:

  Chanel: CANCEL CODE BLUE

  He threw the phone out of my reach. His eyes were full of emotion and his fingers began working to wipe the tears from my eyes, “I don’t want him saving you anymore, don’t you understand? No more code blues. I want to be the one you run to. No more Nick and no more Maggie. It’s just you and me.”