“You can go in there and change into this. You can place your clothes in this basket and I’ll look after it until the doctor’s finished with you.”
Alex went inside the tiny room, stripped off his clothes, folded them, and put them into the plastic basket. He unfolded the paper robe and wrapped it around his body. Just as he suspected, the back gaped wide open, so he held it in place with his free hand as he walked outside into the corridor.
The nurse took the basket from him and placed it on a shelf.
“I’ll keep my cell phone because I’m on call. Hope that’s okay?” he asked
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” The nurse walked him back to one of the examination rooms and he followed her inside.
“If you want to sit there I’ll take your temperature and blood pressure.”
Alex stared at the wall opposite as she placed the thermometer under his tongue and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bicep. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Well, except for the cold metal chair on his bare ass.
She took the cuff off and typed in some numbers on the computer. “The doctor should be with you in a few minutes. There are some magazines on the table there if you want to read while you wait.”
“Great, thank you.”
Alex placed the cell phone on the chair beside him, crossed his legs, and picked up a cooking magazine. It reminded him of the steak and beer he was going to reward himself with after this ordeal. Strangely enough, it also reminded him of the almost inedible breakfast. An image of the waitress popped into his head. Maybe he should go to McQuire’s for breakfast again and hopefully she’d serve him. Maybe that could be his reward for the doctor’s visit. He heard the door opening but was too busy thinking about the waitress to look up straight away, but when he finally did he couldn’t believe his eyes.
It was her.
The waitress.
Maybe he was so stressed worrying about the physical that he’d conjured her up in his mind to take away the fear. She looked so real. And how strange that he’d imagined her dressed in a doctor’s lab coat and not the waitress’ outfit. He hadn’t realized his mouth was partially open until he saw a reflection of himself in the shiny metal cabinet on the opposite wall.
“Hi Alex, I’m Doctor McQuire, and I think we met this morning at the café.”
McQuire. Now he realized why she looked familiar. She had similar eyes and jawline to Mike McQuire. The two were probably related.
“Doctor McQuire? You’re not a waitress?”
She pulled out a stool from under the desk and sat in front of him. Her hair was still tied up but much more neatly and professionally with no loose tendrils. She crossed her legs and the lab coat parted showing a black shirt and very shapely legs, the calf muscles so well defined that he guessed she worked out a lot.
“I’m Mike McQuire’s sister, and I volunteered to help out this morning.”
“So where’s Dr. Jackson?”
“He’s on sabbatical for a few months and I’m filling in while he’s gone.”
He should have asked, should have checked before he made the appointment, but how was he to know the doctor who’d been in this practice longer than Noah had built his ark would be away when he decided to get checked out. Bottom line was he didn’t want any female doctor checking out his bits and pieces, but especially not Dr. McQuire who he found downright gorgeous. How awkward would that get?
“I wasn’t aware he was out of town. In fact, I think I’ll wait until he comes back.”
Alex stood, suddenly realizing by the cool breeze around his butt that the robe had fallen away from his ass. He put his hands behind his back and grabbed it.
“I’m quite capable of giving you a physical. I mean I have my license. I’ll even let you see it if you want.”
Had he detected sarcasm in her comment? Surely she must hear this sort of thing all the time. Although he guessed, she was probably fresh out of her residency.
He shook his head. “Nothing against you, but I prefer a man to check me over.”
She stood. She bit her lip and then glared at him. “They warned me at medical school that this might happen.”
“What might happen?”
“Some male patients would be chauvinistic about female doctors.”
“What a minute, that’s not what I said or what I meant. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that I’m anything but a chauvinist. I believe in women’s rights.”
“Just not women doctors examining men?”
“It’s not because I’m biased or anything like that.”
“Really? Because it looks like that to me.”
She crossed her arms like she was ready to pick a fight with him. She probably was and who could blame her. He’d be pretty pissed if a woman told him she’d rather wait for a female cop to come along and help her out or to take her statement. He had to assure her this wasn’t about her or her ability to do her job. He was confident that she was a great physician. The only way he could put her at ease was to be completely honest about why he didn’t want her examining him.
“Would you want some guy checking out your pussy?”
He swallowed, sensing he’d gone red by the familiar creep of warmth now traveling up his neck and into his jaw line. Damn, he’d meant to say that but not quite as bluntly and definitely not using that sort of slang. Too late to take it back and now she was looking like steam was about to erupt from both her ears. She was red in the face, and her lips downturned.
“Believe me; women have their pussies checked out by male doctors every single day. I have a male gynecologist, if you must know.”
Lucky guy. He noted how she’d also used the slang term too. He’d dug himself into a huge hole here and was getting buried in dirt with each stupid thing that slipped out over his tongue.
“It’s just…”
“Just what?”
He didn’t want to tell her that he found her drop-dead gorgeous and as soon as she laid her hand on him, he was going to get an erection. He had a borderline one right now.
“Well?”
He swallowed again. He’d offended her and he hadn’t meant to.
What was the point? He’d have to wait close to two months to see Dr. Jackson. His mom would get on his case. He wouldn’t rest easy.
“Okay, let’s just get this over and done with as soon as we can,” he finally said.
“Glad to hear you’ve changed your mind. I’ll make this as quick and painless as I can.”
Alex sat down again. The seat was now colder than ever on his ass. She perched her glasses on her nose. She looked intelligent, sexy, and he had to cross his legs to stop himself from going hard.
She flipped through the forms he’d filled in at reception. “Let’s see here, no allergies, you father died from a heart attack, not sexually active, but you masturbate.”
Shit! Now he wished he hadn’t made the joke about jerking off. Sure he masturbated on a regular basis, but he didn’t need to tell the doctor about it.
“My job makes it almost impossible for me to date,” he quickly added just in case she thought that was the reason for all the self-pleasuring.
She glanced over at him. “Well, actually masturbation is great. It’s relaxing and you get to ejaculate. Well, I’m assuming it gets that far and that you’re able to?”
Ground open up and swallow me up. Alex his face burning. “Definitely gets that far.”
“Great to hear that. Your blood pressure’s slightly elevated but most patients are a little tense so that often explains it. I’d like to recheck it after I’ve given you your physical.”
He nodded. No doubt it would be more elevated after she’d touched him.
“Your brother died of testicular cancer.”
Alex nodded. “Last year.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Anyone else in the family have it?”
He shook his head.
“I recommend that you come back at least once a year to get checked out for it.
I’ll make a note for Dr. Jackson’s nurse to send you an e-mail reminder.”
“Great.” And next time I’ll check that he’s here.
“Okay, you want to climb up on the examining table for me?” she asked pushing her glasses on the top of her head.
Alex held the sides of the robe together, but that was next to impossible to do at the same time as getting onto the table. He slid his butt along the paper and heard it tear. He quickly laid back and tried to relax as Eva put the stethoscope around her neck and placed it on his chest. Her eyelashes which were long, silky, and fluttered as she listened.
“Everything sounds good to me. You want to lean forward so I can listen to your lungs?”
Alex lifted his body up and she placed the cold metal on his back. “Take some nice relaxing breaths.” He breathed too deep and almost got lightheaded.
“Great, now if you want to sit up, scoot your butt on the edge of the table and dangle your legs over the side here.”
Alex made sure his legs were together as he moved in one fluent movement. She grinned but didn’t comment. He guessed she’d still gotten quite the view. She stood beside him and ran her hands along his collarbone, making his cock go instantly hard.
She lifted his right arm and pressed in his armpit. His cock pulsed to a steady beat making him bite his lip. Hopefully, he’d think of something boring and neutral but all he could focus on was her fingers and hands on his body and the minty smell on her breath. He wanted to lean over and kiss her, flip her onto the table, part her legs and…
“No enlarged lymph nodes. Now if you could stand and lift your robe for me.”
“No.”
“What?”
Shit, that hadn’t come out of his mouth quite right. He’d sounded like a spoiled child. He glanced down. She’d probably already seen his erection straining against the lower part of the robe, almost lifting it away from his body.
“You know on second thought, I would feel more comfortable with a man checking me out down there.”
“Alex, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, but let me assure you that I see penises every day and one starts to look very much like another in my line of work, so I barely notice them anymore.”
He gripped his toes into the linoleum, hoping that would take the hard-on away, but it didn’t, and now he was running out of options and excuses.
“I know you have an erection and that’s perfectly okay too. Most men get one when I examine them.”
Oh, he bet they did. He bit his lip again knowing that if she touched his cock and balls, he might do something really embarrassing and for that reason he wouldn’t argue his case anymore. He was getting the hell out of here.
He leaned over and picked up his cell phone, and like a big baby ran out of the room and down the hallway, trying to remember which way he’d come in and where his clothes were at.
“Hi. Sheriff.”
He turned around and saw Al from the bakery leaving one of the other rooms. “Thought that looked like you as you dashed by.”
Alex pulled the robe together just as Eva headed his way. His cell phone rang.
Literally saved by the bell. “Hello, Sheriff Alex Davis speaking,” he said looking straight at Eva and emphasizing the sheriff bit. This was important business and now he had a legit reason to leave.
“Alex, have you been examined yet?”
Shit, it was his mother.
“I…”
“Something tells me you’ve chickened out.”
“It’s not that, it’s just I’m waiting to see Dr. Jackson when he returns from his sabbatical.”
“So there’s no doctor there, is that what you’re telling me?”
“No, it’s just that…”
“What?”
“I prefer male doctors.”
“Alex Davis, haven’t I raised you not to be sexist?”
“You have, Mom. You certainly have.”
“Is the doctor there?”
Oh, she’s there all right
“Yes, but—”
“Give the phone to her because I’d like to chat with her.”
He didn’t put up any protest because he knew this wasn’t going to end well, well at least not for him.
He handed Eva the phone. “It’s my mom.”
Dear god that had sounded like he was back in grade school.
“Hi, Mrs. Davis. I’m Dr. Eva McQuire.”
There were a few minutes of silence on Eva’s end and he could hear his mom talking but couldn’t quite catching was he was telling Eva.
“Yes, yes he is. I understand. Yes, I pointed that out to him,” said Eva looking him straight in the eye.
His mother’s voice rattled on again.
“Yes, I can see why you’re concerned. And yes, this sort of thing can run in families, especially with siblings.”
His mother was talking yet again and Eva didn’t take her eyes off him as she listened.
“I think that might help. And yes, it was nice speaking with you too.”
She handed the phone back to him.
“Hi, Mom.”
“She sounds lovely and I’m sure she’ll be gentle. Now it’s a quick procedure and I’ll rest a lot easier when I know you’ve had it done.”
The women had won. He had no alternative but to let Eva examine the family jewels.
“Okay. Yes, I’m going back into the room with her right now. Bye, Mom.”
Alex didn’t say anything but followed Eva back to the room. He stepped inside. She closed the door and didn’t say anything as she washed her hands and slipped on some latex gloves.
She sat on a stool and looked up at him.
“If you could stand in front of me and hold your robe up we’ll be done before you know it.”
Not even the conversation with his mom had helped put an end to his erection. He pulled the robe up, sensing that he was blushing like crazy. She placed her hands on his dick as he looked at the wall trying to concentrate on the painting and nothing else.
She slid her hands under his cock. He tried to stay still, but it was turning him on like never before. Eva ran her hand around his left ball and then squeezed it. He groaned.
“Is your testicle tender?” she asked him. “I heard you groan when I applied pressure to it?”
“No, just took me by surprise, that’s all.” His voice was hoarse now.
She ran her fingers over the right one before squeezing it. Geez, those hands were magic and if she didn’t hurry and get her hands away from him he was going to enjoy a climax and never be able to live with the embarrassment.
“All done, and everything looks and feels perfect.”
“Great, thank you.
“See that wasn’t so bad was it?”
A whole lot better than I imagined.
“Guess I’ll go and reward myself tonight with a nice cold beer and a T-bone at The Watering Hole.”
“That sounds like fun but I’ve been told the Singing Cowboy has the best steak in town. In fact, that’s where I’m heading tonight. We’ll have to compare notes next time we see one another.” She threw the gloves in the bin and then picked up some candy from the bowl on the desk and handed it to him.
“Here’s something else for being a good boy.”
Chapter Two
Eva wiped her brow. Was it stuffy and hot in her office or what? She continued to dictate the rest of her patient notes before she headed out at the end of the day.
She stopped when she realized she’d gotten to Alex.
“Male patient, age thirty-five, blood pressure slightly elevated.”
Damn, she’d forgotten to retake his blood pressure before he’d left. Who could think straight after having him as a patient? First having to deal with his objection about seeing a female doctor, and then her checking out his…
She was a doctor and a professional so penis and testicles she would use even if this was only in her thoughts. In fact, all she could think about was his body.
She put her glasses up on her head. In medical school, they’d been told about ethics and keeping things professional. However, no one had covered the topic of hunky guys and handling their cock and balls. There she’d said it.
At first she’d thought that maybe his were on the small side and hence the reason he didn’t want her checking them out, but when he’d lifted his robe, her eyes had almost fallen out of her head. She’d seen a lot of dicks, both professionally and personally, but his was a trophy.
Taking a drink of soda, she tried to get her mind out of the gutter. Damn, she was a doctor and shouldn’t even be thinking about his penis after she was done with the examination.
She twisted on her seat, pretty sure her panties were growing damp. How unprofessional was that?
Male patient with gorgeous and larger than average size penis and the most perfect looking testicles.
Shit, she’d actually dictated that into the machine.
She pressed the button, tried to erase it, but she was all fingers and thumbs.
Definitely couldn’t have him as a patient now she had the hots for him, or she’d lose her license.
Damn.
****
The Singing Cowboy. Who’d ever told her they had the best steak didn’t know beef.
Alex squeezed the shampoo into his hands and rubbed his palms together before applying the suds to his hair. He hadn’t been able to think straight since she’d touched his cock and balls. He flipped the switch on the tap, making the water colder. All he’d been able to think about for the rest of the afternoon, and the drive home was her hands and how they’d feel in a non-I’m-examining-you scenario. The cold water wasn’t helping cool him down one bit.
He’d hazard a guess that she was great in bed. Oh, what he’d do to find out if his instincts were right on target. Maybe he should go in for another examination. Tell her he felt something wasn’t quite right with his cock since she’d touched him.
Glancing down, he realized he wouldn’t be lying. However, he’d made his own diagnosis. His cock was suffering from a constant hard-on. He’d jerked off as soon as he’d gotten home, but then he’d thought about her and her hands and that’s all it had taken for him to get hard again.
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