by Peggy Hunter
Tilly had really pulled out all the stops for her thirtieth birthday!
She snickered as the elevator slowly crawled up to the tenth floor. After all the hard work her best friend had put into the scheme, she was about to blow them out of the water. April fully expected tonight would set a precedent for every April Fool's Day in the future. She'd never be known as a sucker again!
When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, David took her hand and led her down the long hall. When he stopped at the last door, she knew it was time for her to get into the act.
David produced a keycard and smiled down at her. “This is us,” he said lightly as he pushed the card into the lock.
April's hand landed on top of his as he pulled the card out. “You know what that reminds me of?” she purred as she gazed up at him.
David's hand hesitated on the doorknob. “No. What?"
"It reminds me of a cock inside a pussy."
She giggled lightly as David's hand fumbled. She didn't wait to see the reaction on his face as she pushed through the door and walked inside.
April gazed around the well-appointed room. The king-size bed, with its royal blue comforter and several blue silk-covered throw cushions dominated the room. There was ample space, large closets, all with closed doors. April grinned ... all capable of holding several people who would not want to be seen until the moment was right.
Yes, the perfect set-up!
April walked to the bedside table and turned on the lamp. She whirled around and gazed at David, who was still standing by the door.
"Turn off the overhead lights,” she said softly.
When the room dimmed, April sat on the edge of the bed. Her dress pulled tight over her thighs as she planted her feet wide apart, letting her knees fall open.
"Jesus.” The word was soft, almost under his breath.
"Don't you like what you see?” April cooed, her lips pouting.
David shook his head and laughed nervously. “Of course I like what I see,” he replied. “I'm just not sure what to make of it."
April's hand slid up her thigh and slowly grazed her core. “It's been so long since anyone licked my pussy,” she purred. “And I'm just aching for it.” One hand fell back to brace herself as she arched her back. Her fingers slid over her core. “Oh,” she sighed, laying it on as thick as she could. “I wish you'd touch me."
David loosened his bow tie as he slowly approached her. He shook his head. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
April's gaze fell to his pants. The bulge spoke volumes. He wanted her.
He stopped a breath away from the bed and gazed down at her. His eyes were fiery with passion. April's breath hitched in her throat. How she wished the need she saw in his eyes was meant for her.
She struggled to keep her sanity in check, to keep her eye on the prize. “Show me your cock,” she demanded.
David's hands flew to his pants and quickly pushed them over his hips. The belt buckle clanked as it hit the floor. She sat mesmerized as she gazed at his engorged need.
She slowly moved forward, touched his strength ever so lightly. His body shuddered as her fingers grazed him. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “What a magnificent specimen."
His breath hissed from his lungs as she held him with both hands and gently nuzzled him with her cheek. “You like it, do you?” he asked through clenched teeth.
"I do,” she said as she blew her warm breath over his cock. God, he had no idea just how much she liked it. April struggled to remember this was a practical joke. She needed to keep her head clear as she moved forward.
She released him and leaned back on the bed, her hands falling on either side of her. She threw her head back, letting her hair fly around her face. “I need to feel your tongue on me,” she said as she raised her hips off the mattress enticingly. “Taste me,” she cried.
David fell to his knees between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs and nudged them further apart. As he leaned in, his shoulders grazed her sensitive thighs. She felt her body lurch and open for his touch. She pulled air into her lungs and held it until she felt his fingers slide over her moist core.
She let out a long breath when his fingers spread her open. He dipped his face between her thighs and slowly, agonizingly, slid his tongue over her. “Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he said as his teeth grazed her clitoris.
April gasped as her hips lifted off the bed to meet the torturous stokes of his tongue. When he focused his attention on her portal, stroking it, pulsing against it, April cried out in sweet rapture.
Her fingers dug into the thick comforter on the bed; her shoulders ached as she struggled to hold herself upright. The muscles in her abdomen contracted as she pushed herself forward and drove her fingers into David's thick hair, pushing his head closer to her aching need, begging him to keep going.
He pulled his face away from her and sat back on his haunches. His eyes blazed as he gazed up at her, his chin glistening with her nectar in the dim light.
One hand hovered over her aching need as the other slid beneath her dress and slowly raked over her body until it reached her aching breasts. His eyes sparkled as a slow grin crossed his face. “You forgot to tell me you weren't wearing a bra either,” he said as he rolled one ripe nipple between his finger and thumb.
April arched her back to fully enjoy his touch on her breast. “Didn't seem worth mentioning,” she said, her words coming in short gasps. “They're small and insignificant."
David's soft chuckle rattled her already scattered mind. “I beg to differ,” he said softly as his hand left one breast and slid to the other. “They feel very significant to me."
April would have replied but his hand at her core pressed against her slit. All coherent thought escaped as she felt a finger open her and slowly push inside. His thumb slid over her clit as he slid a second finger inside her.
"You're so hot,” he whispered, “so ready for me. I want to sink myself inside you, fill you with my cock. You want that, don't you?"
Did she? The man had no idea just how ready she was. “Yes!” The word hissed from her lungs.
David flew to his feet and shucked out of his shirt. His fingers then tore the dress over her head before he lifted her to the middle of the bed. He pulled his wallet from his discarded pants and retrieved a foil packet. He tossed it on the pillow beside her head and knelt between her open thighs.
"Put it on me,” he demanded.
April reached for the packet and pried it open. She extracted the condom and sat up. His eyes blazed as she slowly unrolled it over his engorged cock.
He leaned over her. “Now guide me inside,” he demanded, his words coming in short pants.
Her fingers wrapped around his massive girth and slowly guided him to her moist need.
She held her breath when he hovered over her. She feared he'd suddenly change his mind, decide she wasn't worth it. As panic set in, it was quickly relieved when he braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and pushed forward.
At first, all she felt was the sensation of being opened. But as he slowly pushed forward, she felt his girth stretch her vagina, opening her wide. Hurting yet glorious, he forced her to accept all of him.
"Sweet April,” he whispered harshly against her ear, “you feel so damn good, so damn tight."
April's hands flew to his head and guided his face to hers. His mouth opened over her lips, kissing her deeply as his body began to move against her.
April moaned in ecstasy against his mouth as his body set a passionate pace, filling her completely, retreating and slamming into her again.
He ripped his mouth from hers. “You feel so damn good. I want all of you. Don't hold back."
April arched her back to receive his firm thrusts. “Yes!” she cried.
David rose over her and planted his hands on either side of the pillow beneath her head. Suddenly, their bodies focused on one thing and one thing only. Now there was only his rock-hard penis dri
ving into her moist core.
The room fell completely silent. The only sound April could hear was their rhythmic breathing and the sluicing sound of her moist depths as he drove into her.
David held nothing back and insisted she give him everything inside her. With each demanding thrust, she felt her clitoris pull tighter, each stroke bringing her closer to a climax she feared would take her breath away.
But David was relentless. He dug deeper with each stoke, rubbed against her, bringing her to the point of no return.
"Give it to me, April. Give me all you've got,” he said through clenched teeth.
April couldn't hold out any longer. Her body gave in to the torrent of sensations she so ached to know. She cried out as her fingers dug into his shoulders. David growled as his own body gave in. He slammed into her one last time before his body went rigid and he found his release. He collapsed over her, his body pinning her against the mattress. Tears of sheer joy sprang to her eyes as her arms wrapped around him.
They had been so damn good together. It was almost as if April felt a certain connection with him, as if they were meant to be together.
If only it was true.
Reality slowly ebbed its way back into her mind. She pushed at his shoulders until he rolled to her side.
When he would have pulled her against him, April pushed his arms aside and leapt from the bed. The tears of joy she felt only seconds ago were quickly replaced with ones of regret.
How could she have so easily forgotten that he was all part of an elaborate scheme? How could she have let herself get so carried away?
David's brows furrowed as he peered up at her. “What's wrong?"
April's eyes bore into him. “Like you don't know,” she said. “As if you're an innocent pawn."
David rose onto his elbows. “What the hell are you talking about?"
April backed away from the bed and slowly made her way to the first closet. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she said as she lunged at the doors and pulled them open.
Empty.
She peered across the room to the other closet doors. “Very clever,” she said, her voice filled with fury. “I can't imagine you'd let them hide in the closet closest to the bed."
David frowned as he watched her cross the room. “Let who hide?"
April wagged a finger at him. “I know what you've been up to,” she said as she turned to the closet doors. “Be prepared to be exposed!"
She flung the doors open and gaped at the empty space. No one was hiding in there either.
David rolled his eyes and collapsed on the bed. “I just had sex with a delusional nurse. What a fucking surprise,” he whispered sarcastically.
April peered across the room again. There was one last door she hadn't opened. The bathroom. “Hah!” she cried as she walked toward the unopened door. “The jig is up! I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner."
David shook his head and put his arm over his face. “I expect your imaginary friends are hiding in the bathroom."
"Exactly!” April replied. “I should have known that's where they'd be all this time.” She lunged at the door and whisked it open.
Empty? April blinked and peered inside the bathroom again. It really is empty! Her gaze fell on David. “I don't get it. Where are they?"
David rolled off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” he said.
April continued to gape at him until the bathroom door slammed shut. She leaned against the wall. What the hell is going on?
She'd lost focus the moment David touched her. But that didn't explain why they hadn't turned up. If anything, they'd have won if they had. April hadn't planned on giving herself so freely to David.
And then a thought occurred to her.
What if Tilly intended for her to spend the night with David? What if Tilly thought she'd hold out, not give in to David's demands because she expected them to explode out of a closet when things got hot?
Of course!
Her best friend hadn't planned on being there at all. The joke was that April thought she would.
April walked across the room and picked up her dress. She quickly pulled it over her head and went to the door.
The joke's on you, Tilly.
She hadn't run like a scared rabbit. In fact, she'd done quite the opposite. She'd just had mind-blowing sex with the sexiest doctor at the hospital.
Tilly wasn't going to like it one bit when she found out her plan had backfired!
April opened the door and walked out. The door sighed as it closed and locked behind her.
Her heart ached. If only David Hartley had taken an interest in her personally. If only he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him.
April sighed and walked to the elevator. At least she'd survived the practical joke unscathed.
Chapter 4
David arrived early at his office at Mercy General Hospital on Monday morning. What was the point of spending another minute in his house when he couldn't sleep anyway? April Willows clouded his mind, took over the few dreams he had when he was able to sleep.
It was bad enough she thought he'd set her up for some fucking thing he'd never been clear on, but it was quite another when he came out of the hotel bathroom and found she'd left.
He'd been seething ever since.
April Willows had shattered his safe existence. He'd made a point of not getting involved with anyone at the hospital. He'd been so damn certain April was a safe bet.
And then she told him she wasn't wearing panties when he picked her up for the fundraiser. He'd been off-kilter ever since.
And just when she'd given him a taste, fueled his need for more, she'd vanished. She'd left his hunger for her unappeased, his need for her yet to be fulfilled.
The door to his office opened slightly. “Doctor Hartley?"
"What?” he barked.
He instantly regretted his brisk mannerism when Linda's eyes darkened in disapproval. Her back shot ramrod straight as she pegged him with a cool gaze. “Scott Brighton's in the ER. He's had a severe asthma attack and won't let the ER doctor near him,” she said sharply. “He wants you."
Damn!
David leapt from his leather chair and rounded the desk. As he passed Linda, he stopped momentarily. He owed her an apology. The moment he opened his mouth, she cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah, I know,” she said as she slapped him on the back. “Just get your sorry ass to the ER."
* * * *
David stopped at the nurses’ station and smacked his hand on the countertop. “Where's Scott Brighton?” he asked briskly.
"Exam room five,” the redhead nurse replied.
David nodded his thanks as he turned away. He tried to ignore the fact the redhead behind the counter was buxom. He hated that he'd noticed her breasts at all. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she was the woman Jeff had asked to the fundraiser.
He had to admit, he never took notice of any of the nurses. He knew he'd worked with the buxom redhead before. Danged if he could think of her name.
Names didn't matter to David. What counted was the fact the nurse knew what she was doing. Redhead was one who knew her stuff. And that's all that mattered to him. At least it did before he'd spent the evening with April Willows.
Jeff Granger walked out of an examination room and nodded to David.
"The kid wants nothing to do with me,” he said. “I even tried doing my famous clown act."
"That was probably your downfall,” David replied wryly as he continued down the hall.
When David burst through the examination room door, he heard a soft voice cooing to the distraught child. His pace slowed just a bit as he took in the scene. He'd heard that voice before, three nights ago, cooing into his ear.
He didn't have to see the nurse to know who it was. April! His sweet April Willows.
She stood over the child on the bed. An oxygen mask on his face, her soft, lilting vo
ice urged the five year old to breathe deeply.
"Big breath in, Scotty,” she said softly. “And let it out slowly."
The child gasped beneath the mask. “It's hard."
"I know it is,” she said in a gentle, almost lyrical voice. “But don't worry. Doctor Dave will be here soon and he'll help you feel better."
"Pinky swear?” the boy said as he held up his hand.
April smiled. She wrapped her little finger around his. “Pinky swear,” she replied.
Of all the damn nurses who worked at the hospital, he had to find April with the kid! He ignored the tug at his heart. She was compassionate, her soft voice soothed not only the child.
So what? Wasn't it a nurse's place to be kind and caring? He hated that he noticed her at all. She was the nurse ... his nurse ... there to do his bidding.
David plastered a smile on his face as he pushed past the doors and walked into the room. “Well, look here,” he said cheerfully. “If it isn't Scotty Brighton.” He peered at April. “What's our Scotty been up to?"
She didn't take her gaze off the child's face as she replied, “Severe asthma attack."
"Where's his parents?"
April's brows furrowed. “Scotty was at school,” she replied. “They had him brought in by ambulance."
David didn't want to alarm the child any more than April did. “Did anyone come to sign for treatment?"
April continued to encourage the child. “Big breath in, Scotty. That's it.” She averted her head slightly, though never breaking eye contact with the boy. “His father was contacted. He's on his way in now."
The door creaked open and the redheaded nurse peeked in. “Scott's father is here now. He's signing the necessary paperwork."
"Thanks, Tilly,” April replied.
David's eyes veered to the door for another look at the nurse. She was gone, the door swinging in her wake. Tilly. April had mentioned that name on Friday night. The one she thought had set her up for a practical joke. Tilly's the buxom redhead?
His focus fell back to the boy. Now wasn't the time to sort it out. He'd figure it all out later.
"Good.” David reached for a stool and pulled it up beside the boy. “Scotty.” He waited for the boy to turn his attention to him. “Listen, pal. We need to do a blood gas."