Untouchable (Unexpected Love Book 1)

by Isabel Love

  “Really?” I ask her. “Well, we’re probably not going to the same car dealership, but do you want to go shopping for cars tomorrow?”

  “Wait,” Charlie interrupts. “How are you going to sell this car?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t gotten much further than deciding to get rid of it. I’ll likely just store it in my garage until I figure it out.”

  “Oh my God. My boner is twitching right now. I would love to buy this car from you,” Charlie says.

  “Fuck, Charlie. Please stop talking about your boner,” Logan tells him.

  “Fuck you, dude. Are you seeing this car? I can’t believe she wants to get rid of it!”

  Charlie buying Monica’s car just seems like a horrible idea. I do not want to be in the middle of that. “Okay, Mister Boner, calm down. You are not buying Monica’s car, at least not tonight anyway,” I tell him.

  He sighs deeply. “We’re going to talk about this more tomorrow,” he tells Monica.

  “Sure thing, buddy. Goodnight, boys and girls,” I tell everyone.

  We exchange hugs with everyone and get into Monica’s car. “I’m sorry about Charlie asking to buy your car. You do not have to sell it to him.”

  She chuckles. “I know I don’t have to sell it to him, but if he wants to make me an offer, he can.” She pulls out of the parking lot and starts to drive. “Are we going to my place or yours?” she asks. I love that she assumes we will go home together.

  “Whichever you want. Tomorrow I need to be back at my place around one to meet up with Logan.”

  “Okay. Your place is closer.”

  “Works for me. So, did you have fun tonight?”

  She beams. “I did.”

  “See, I told you there was nothing to be nervous about.”

  “You did.”

  “Charlie is a bit of a goof.” I hope she wasn’t offended by all his talk of banging and boners.

  “He’s hilarious.”

  “Joking aside, Charlie is one of my oldest and closest friends. Logan, too.”

  “I can see that. My friend Quinn is the same way. She’s a bit…crazy, but she’s been my friend for so long. We can go months without talking, yet when we see each other, it’s like no time has passed.”

  The mention of a friend perks my ears up. I get the feeling Monica doesn’t have a lot of friends, so I’m glad to hear she has someone. “Did you tell Quinn about me?” I ask her.

  She blushes.

  “You did, didn’t you?”

  “I may have mentioned that we are seeing each other,” she admits. I’m so relieved to hear she has told someone in her life about us. After two months, I am beyond ready to stop hiding so much. I understand her concern about work, but my biggest fear is that she is ashamed of me, that she wants to keep me a secret forever. We said we were exclusive—and thank fuck for that because I can’t handle the thought of her sleeping with someone else—but am I just a fling? My stomach clenches at the thought. I think back to the supply room. She told me I make her feel safe, that she only wants to be with me, but just thinks it’s too soon to go public at work. I need to be patient.

  Tonight was so fun, and I don’t want to push for answers I might not like. I need to get my thoughts off this train before my mood sours.

  “Thank you for meeting my friends,” I tell her.

  “Thank you for introducing me.”

  We settle into a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Looking around the interior of the car, I feel a twinge of sadness at Monica’s decision to get rid of it. “So you really want to sell this car and get a new one?”

  She sighs. “This is just another symbol of my dad trying to control my life. Don’t get me wrong, it was a very generous gift—which is why I didn’t return it sooner—but it just makes me think of him.” She shrugs.

  “I bet we could make you associate something better with this car.” It’s been forever since I had sex in a car, but the thought of Monica riding me in her Porsche is hot.

  “Oh?” She pulls into the parking lot of my apartment building. “What did you have in mind?” She bites her lip.

  “Why don’t you park over there?” I point to a secluded section of the lot, away from traffic. “I’ll show you.”

  Once parked, I lean across the console and kiss her. I cannot get enough of her mouth, my fingers tangling in the hair at the base of her neck as I hold on to her. She moans and the sound makes my erection harden. I shift, trying to get into a more comfortable position, but I’m a tall guy and this car, though luxurious, is not very spacious.

  “Why don’t you come over here?” I lower my seat a bit and motion for her to climb on top of me.

  “Max,” she admonishes.

  “Yes?” I smile innocently, like it would be totally normal to have her straddle me.

  “You really want to have sex in my car in your parking lot?” She looks out the windows.

  “No one is around. Besides, the windows are tinted, and I seem to remember our bucket list involving public sex. We need to start checking some things off.” I give her my most charming smile.

  “What if we get caught?”

  “No one is going to catch us,” I reassure her, but she’s not convinced. I reach for her hand and bring it to my crotch, letting her feel how much I like this idea. She squeezes me through my pants and my cock jerks at the contact. I lean forward and kiss her again, breathing in her scent. I can’t help but rock my pelvis against her hand. “We can be fast.”

  “How romantic.” She chuckles, but her hand is still on my dick, moving up and down, tracing the shape of my erection.

  “I couldn’t stop staring at you tonight. You look so beautiful.”

  She chuckles and rolls her eyes. “You just want to have sex with me in my car.”

  “Well yes, I do, but I really was staring at you. This dress is amazing. It’s so soft, it makes me want to touch you, though my favorite part of your outfit is this necklace.” I trace the path of the long chain, starting at her collarbone, down the soft skin on her chest, the swell of her breast, just to the left of her nipple where the necklace ends beneath her breastbone, then up the other side. Her nipples harden at my touch and I hear her breathing quicken. “I want to see this necklace against your bare skin,” I admit, my voice low with arousal. I kiss her again; her mouth is so addictive.

  When she moves to climb over the center console, I smile against her lips. I help her over and she settles her legs on either side of my lap. She pulls up her long dress and it bunches around her waist. The new position brings her chest right in front of my face—perfect. I reach up and inch her neckline down over her breasts, exposing first one nipple, then the other. The fabric settles under her breasts and I take a moment to look at her. The smooth silver loops of the chain dangle between full round breasts with pretty pink nipples. They sway gently and I’m hypnotized.

  I groan at the sight. “Look at how perfect you are.” I hold on to the sides of the chain and move it against her skin. The metal is cool and it makes her skin pebble with goose bumps. I inch it over to the right until it catches on her nipple and she gasps at the contact. I rub it back and forth, hypnotized by the sight of her nipple getting harder. Then I do the other side, stimulating her nipples with the necklace that has been driving me insane all night. My mouth is salivating and I can’t wait one more second to taste her. Leaning forward, I lick one nipple, then the other, biting, flicking. I relish the moans and gasps she makes with each touch. My hands glide up her thighs while my mouth lavishes attention on her breasts and I find that she isn’t wearing any underwear.

  This woman. Is going. To kill me.

  “You weren’t wearing any underwear this whole night?” First no bra, then no underwear.

  She bites her lip and shakes her head.

  I reach between her legs and find her wet. We both groan at the contact and I rub my fingers over her, making sure she is ready.

  “I want you to ride me, Monica.” />
  Even in the dark, I can see how aroused she is—her hair tangled from my fingers, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her eyes heavy-lidded. She nods, trying to unfasten my jeans. We shift a bit awkwardly due to the small space, but she manages to lift up while I locate my wallet, pull out a condom, shove my pants down my legs, and put the condom on. She settles back on my lap, reaching down to guide my cock to her entrance. Ever so slowly, she sinks down on my erection, and I close my eyes in bliss.

  “Oh, God,” she moans when she sinks all the way down. I wrap my arms around her upper body and pull her down toward me so I can kiss her. I focus on staying still so she can get used to my size, but my dick is throbbing and I need to move.

  I thrust up ever so slightly, testing to see if she is ready. She braces her arms on the back of my seat and starts to lift herself up. Yes. Up and down, she lowers and lifts, pulling almost completely off then sinking all the way down. Fuck yes.

  “Mmmm. You feel so good,” I tell her.

  Her breasts bounce in front of my face and I clasp them in my hands, bringing them to my mouth so I can play with them while she rides me. Her nipples are so sensitive and my attention is rewarded with the sweetest sounds. She closes her eyes and her movements speed up as she chases her pleasure. I thrust up to meet her, syncing my movements to match hers.

  This whole scene is a fantasy come to life: a gorgeous woman bouncing on my cock while sitting in a Porsche—and not just any gorgeous woman, Monica, my goddess.

  My orgasm starts to surface and it’s barreling full speed ahead.

  “Fuck, Monica. I’m going to come.”

  I pull up her dress so I can see where we are connected. Reaching down, I circle her clit, trying to push her over the edge. My mouth finds hers and we kiss sloppily, too far gone to do anything other than touch our mouths and tongues together while we pant. Her movements stutter and she starts to come, moaning into my mouth. I swallow up her sounds and stop holding my orgasm at bay. I come hard, my cock pulsing with my release.

  Monica slumps forward, melting into my body, and I wrap my arms around her as we recover. I gather her hair away from her face and run my fingers through it, combing the long strands. She sighs contentedly as I play with her hair, and I want to stay in this moment forever.

  I’m in awe of those women.

  Monica

  Safe Zone is a large, dormitory-style building that houses up to 50 women and children at a time. The first floor has a spacious common area with a living room, game room, and dining room. There is also a classroom where they hold presentations for the women, such as teaching a skill like self-defense or exploring job opportunities. The upper levels have private rooms with one, two, or three beds, attached bathrooms, and closets. The women staying here all get assigned a case manager and have access to legal counsel, community services, and assistance in building a resume and finding a job. They all pitch in to help with different aspects of living—some work in the kitchen, some do laundry, some babysit the kids while women go on interviews. The goal is to give women in an unsafe relationship a place to go to regroup and start a new life. The only thing missing is healthcare.

  Simone Jones, the director of Safe Zone, is someone I met in college. I was on track to go to medical school, and she was set to pursue law. After painfully witnessing her sister stay in an abusive relationship because she had two little kids and no job, Simone was determined to help other women in similar circumstances. She contacted me about a year ago to see if I could help fill the gap of healthcare in the services offered at Safe Zone. I love the idea of helping these women and children after all they’ve been through. I thought about just volunteering myself, but ended up approaching the board of directors at the hospital to see if we could make this an official collaboration. I went through way more red tape and paperwork that way, but I was able to reach out to other departments and was floored to discover how many people want to help. If all goes as planned, we hope to provide services every day of the week and add two exam rooms to the first floor.

  For the time being, however, we’re starting with Saturdays from nine AM to two PM with a physician and nurse, and Simone designated two empty offices as makeshift exam rooms for us to use. It isn’t going to be a full-service clinic—there’s only so much I can do without an exam bed, the support of a lab, and other services—but I can order anything needed and they can go to the hospital to get tests done if it comes to that. We do have a glucometer, a blood pressure machine, and vaccines. Once we work the kinks out and see what the demand is, we’ll add more time and invest in making official exam rooms.

  My secretary went through the volunteer signup sheet and created a schedule for the doctors and nurses, and by some miracle, she assigned Max to be my nurse on the first day. I will have to compliment Gina for something totally unrelated later. Despite working with Max most days and sleeping with him most nights, I can’t seem to get enough of him. Knowing he will be with me today helps to settle any first day jitters.

  We drive together in Max’s new car and Tate meets us when we check in. We’ve texted each other many times since meeting at O’Malley’s.

  “Hey, guys!” Tate greets us each with a hug and smile. “I can’t believe I get to see you both in work mode.” She motions for us to follow her down the hall.

  “You too, Tate,” Max tells her. “How do you like working here?”

  “It’s amazing. There is so much work to be done, but I love helping these people.” We reach the first office and she shows us the room. “Well, this is it. The supplies you had shipped are in these cabinets, one box in each room, and you can plug your laptops in right over here.” She gestures around the room. “What do you think? Will this work?” The offices are not perfect, but they will have to do for now.

  “We can make it work,” I tell her. “Do you have the schedule?”

  “Here you go. Everyone will wait in the hall—I set up some chairs outside the offices. The ladies are so grateful to have you here.”

  “I’m just glad it’s finally happening. It took longer than I thought to get to this point.”

  “Are we still on for lunch when you guys are done?” she asks us.

  “We’re planning on it,” Max tells her.

  “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in my office at the end of this hall. Let me know if you guys need anything.” She retreats with a wave.

  Max and I start organizing our spaces to work. We brought two laptops, a digital monitor on wheels that measures vital signs, and a thermometer. Max will meet with each patient first, register them in our system, ask why they came to see us today, take vital signs, and then hand them off to me. As he bends down to get something, I admire his strong, lean shoulders and firm ass. He moves like an athlete, almost graceful. His face furrows in concentration and I want to touch his forehead to smooth out the lines.

  He looks up and catches me watching him. “See something you like, Dr. Morgan?” He quirks an eyebrow up at me.

  Why does it turn me on to hear him call me that? Don’t blush, I order myself. I’ve done all kinds of naughty things with this man; I should be able to admire his backside and not blush when he catches me, though it is nice to be able to work together outside the hospital where we have to be so careful not to show our familiarity with each other.

  “I do.” There, I can be bold. His lips turn up in a sexy grin and I feel the force of it down to my toes.

  A knock at the door prevents us from any more flirting, and we turn to find Simone smiling at us.

  “Hey Monica,” she says.

  “Simone! I didn’t think you would be here today.” I walk over and give her a hug. “This is Max Spencer, he’ll be working with me today.” Max smiles politely and shakes her hand.

  “Nice to meet you, Max,” she greets. “Are you guys about ready?”

  “We’re good to go,” I tell her.

  “Great. Now we don’t have any kind of system to check people in yet, so they will just sit h
ere at their appointment time. If someone doesn’t show up, just move on to the next person. I’m sure a few people may try to walk in, and I’ve warned them that they may not get seen today.”

  “No worries. Max and I can handle this. We’re used to the hustle and bustle of the ER.” I think I could handle just about anything with Max at my side.

  Our first patient arrives and then our second. After a couple of visits, we develop a system. Max goes in first, gets things started. Then while I examine that patient, he puts the next person in the other room and gets them started. When I’m done with the first patient, I move right into the next room. He takes a brief history and his notes help tremendously. The first hour goes by quickly and we treat two sinus infections, a sore throat, and a twisted ankle—nothing too tricky.

  As I wait in the hall for Max to tell me about the next patient, I read on my schedule that it is a four-year-old named Lucy who needs to get stitches removed. As I wonder why she needed stitches in the first place, I hear a little girl start to cry in the office.

  “Nooooo, Mommy! Don’t let him touch me!” a little voice shrieks.

  Seconds later, Max comes out of the office, a serious expression on his face.

  “What happened?” I ask him. He pulls me into the other empty office and shuts the door.

  He puts his hands behind his head, curling his fingers in his hair, and looks up to the ceiling. Blowing out a deep breath, he meets my eyes, so somber—maybe even pissed off. “Lucy Reed is your next patient, a four-year-old girl who needed stitches after she was punched in the face by her drunk father. I don’t think this was the first time he hit her either, as she is scared shitless of me. I tried to take her temperature but she cowered away from me and didn’t want me to touch her.”

  My stomach drops at the thought. I had a feeling some of the patients would need care after being physically abused, but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

  Max stares down at the floor, his face pinched with regret and anger. I walk up to him slowly and touch his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” I ask gently.