Heart of Stone: A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Medical Romance (Mountainview Hospital Book 2)

by Kaylin Evans

  Not that I’m not already practically sitting with her in my lap.

  We’re attempting to share the small frame of her laptop camera as we video chat with a candidate for Chief Cane who lives too far away to interview in person. She’s nice and all, answers our questions with confidence. She seems like she’s plenty smart enough to do the job… but I’m having a hard time paying attention.

  All I can think about is how Alyssa kicked my ass at the pool table on Friday night, and how I couldn’t even pretend to let her win. She’s a shark, and I’m a little ashamed by how much it turned me on to watch her dominate that game.

  It’s the same kick-ass attitude she brings into every surgery she does, and for the first time in my life, I think I may have found a woman who’s out of my league. And even that is a fucking turn-on.

  “Okay, so you were our last interview,” she’s saying to the woman on the webcam. “We’ll be making our selection shortly and we’ll let you know either way.”

  “Thank you for your time,” the candidate says.

  I snap out of my thoughts long enough to pretend I’ve been paying attention all along—a valuable skill I learned during interminable med school lectures. The three of us say goodbye, then Alyssa closes the laptop. She turns to me, our knees bumping as her chair swivels.

  She moves her knee away, then asks, “Well, what did you think?”

  “I think it’s harder being your friend than I expected,” I say honestly, looking into eyes the color of hazelnuts, remembering the spark in them as she slowly warmed up to me at the Wilde Tavern as the night went on.

  If Ryder and Erin hadn’t been there, I’m sure I couldn’t have kept my hands off her all night long.

  She blushes now, looks down at our knees still in close proximity to each other, then meets my gaze again. “I meant about the job candidate.”

  “I know what you meant,” I say, inching my chair closer to hers until our knees bump once more.

  Alyssa’s lips part, but before she can say anything, I’m threading my hands through her hair, pulling her gently to me, bringing my mouth down to hers.

  I breathe her in, that vanilla-citrus smell invading my senses and stopping all thought as I deepen the kiss, my tongue gliding over hers. My cock gives a twitch in my pants, wanting more—God, so much more. And when Alyssa lets out a sigh and brings her hands up to my arms, gripping my biceps, I start to get hard.

  This has been such a long time coming. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I knew that Alyssa was the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and it’s been driving me crazy seeing her in the OR, around every corner in the hospital, bumping into her in supply closets, knowing that I couldn’t touch her.

  Thinking she didn’t want me.

  But now I know better, have known since that kiss in the hallway last week… and I can’t wait another minute to make her mine.

  “I want you,” I growl, my lips never leaving hers.

  Alyssa whimpers, her body sinking against mine—at least as much as it can in these damn office chairs. I gotta do something about them, something that will get her closer to me.

  I reach under her hips, take her plump ass in both hands, lift her out of her chair. Her thighs straddle my hips as I set her down on top of her desk… and then her hands are on my chest, pushing me away.

  “No,” she says, breathing hard. “We can’t–”

  Fuck.

  I let go of her, wonder how the hell I’m gonna walk out of this office with the world’s biggest hard-on. At least I’m not wearing scrubs.

  “You’re right,” I mutter, not believing the words in the slightest. But just as I’m clearing my throat, attempting to compose myself, Alyssa wraps one hand around the knot of my Mountainview blue tie and pulls me back between her legs.

  My eyebrows raise in surprise and my cock gives a twitch of yearning at the feline smile she’s giving me. She says, “You didn’t let me finish.”

  “Oh?”

  “I was going to say we can’t do this here,” she tells me, her other hand snaking between my legs and giving me a long, slow stroke. She licks her lips, eyes never leaving mine, and asks, “Your place, half an hour?”

  I’m not sure I want to wait that long, but somewhere deep in my brain, I can see the sense in not bending my coworker over her desk and taking her right here and now. Thirty minutes seems like a good enough compromise when what Alyssa is suggesting is something I’ve been fantasizing about for months.

  Honest to God, I never thought she wanted me as much as I want her.

  I take her jaw in my hand, tilting her head up so that I can kiss her again. I draw her lower lip into my mouth, sucking and softly nibbling until she moans again, and I know she’s as worked up as I am. Then I let go, step back so her hand is no longer on my cock (tragedy!) and say, “You better not stand me up.”

  Then, before she has a chance to change her mind—and before my cock has had the chance to cool off—I walk out of the office, snatching an academic journal off the bookshelf near the door on my way out.

  I pass a couple coworkers—Dr. Owens and two nurses wheeling a patient to the OR—and give them broad smiles as I casually hold the American Journal of Surgery in front of my crotch like a pubescent teen navigating the high school hallways. And I don’t even care enough to be embarrassed—my mind is on the future. Thirty minutes from now, to be exact.

  15

  Alyssa

  I hardly let myself think as I hurriedly pack my things and clock out. I try not to meet anyone’s gaze in the hallways because I just know I’ve got a terrible poker face and anyone who sees me will know exactly what I’m thinking about.

  Sawyer Stone’s tongue invading my mouth.

  His enormous cock against the palm of my hand.

  The promise of what is to come.

  Oh God, I really am about to do this. Sleep with not only a coworker, but a man who until just a few days ago has been my nemesis. And I’m so damn hot thinking about it that I could slide right out of this hospital on my own juices.

  I know what Erin would say—give him a chance. And I know my sister would be rooting for me to get out there and have a little fun outside the hospital. Trish sure as hell wouldn’t bat an eye if given the opportunity I’ve got right now.

  So why am I equal parts thrilled and apprehensive as I get into my car to drive over to Sawyer’s apartment? Don’t I deserve to let my hair down once in a while, be with the gorgeous guy who’s been giving me looks ever since we started working together?

  As I pull into the lot in front of the apartment building, I decide hell yes. Sawyer wants me and I want him. Nothing else matters—at least not for the next couple of hours. I’m taking this bull by the horns and I’m going to ride him until I can’t hang on anymore… hopefully from sheer, blissful exhaustion.

  I park in a spot marked for visitors, and see Sawyer coming across the lot as I’m getting out of my car. The look in his eyes, even from ten yards away, is crystal-clear. He looks like he wants to devour me, and my pussy clenches at the sight of him.

  He grins when he gets a little closer, saying, “Glad you’re here—I thought you might chicken out.”

  I stare right back, a half-smile on my lips. “You know I’m not one to back down.”

  “That’s what I like about you, Grant,” he shoots back, then swipes his keycard to get into the building and holds the door for me.

  We go upstairs, practically racing each other on the stairs because neither of us has the patience for the elevator. And when we’re finally alone in his apartment, the space is much bigger but the feeling is exactly the same as it was in my office. Tight, hot, intimate.

  Silently, we both agree to do away with pretense. Sawyer tosses his keys and jacket toward the coat rack, completely missing the hooks and giving no fucks about it as he scoops me into his powerful arms. I wrap my thighs around him and give a little moan against his lips as my core connects with his taut abdomen.

  “I�
�ve wanted this since the first time I saw you,” he says.

  “I always thought you were just a playboy,” I answer between desperate kisses.

  “I was,” he says, “til I met you. Haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for months.”

  I thread my fingers into Sawyer’s hair, make a fist and pull his head back so I can look into his eyes. He groans, but he’s smiling as I ask, “Was that a line you just fed me?”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he answers. “I swear.”

  Then he walks me backward through the living room until we’re both falling into his deep, overstuffed leather couch. I keep my legs wrapped around him as he sits up to unbutton my shirt, and I can feel my nipples hardening at the mere suggestion of his hands on me. His fingers brush my skin through the thin cotton of my shirt.

  He makes quick work of my buttons and throws my shirt open, but before he can touch me there, I lace my fingers into his, admiring his hands. “I have a confession.”

  “Yeah, what’s that, Grant?”

  “Sometimes when I watch you in the OR… it gets me a little wet to see you work,” I say. I should feel embarrassed at that admission, and maybe deep down I do. But all I can feel in this moment is the most powerful desire I’ve ever experienced. I put Sawyer’s palm on my breastbone and trace his hand over my skin as I tell him, “I love what you can do with your hands.”

  “And it turns you on, huh?” he rumbles, his other palm coming to my chest, cupping my breasts over my bra. My nipples are so sensitive already that I moan, even though he hasn’t actually touched me directly.

  “Sure does,” I tell him, my own hands traveling back down to his cock. He’s rock-hard and a wicked thrill runs through me as I imagine him walking out of my office half an hour ago and staying in this hyper-aroused state all this time.

  For me… it’s all for me. And because of me.

  “Well, I may be good with my hands, but they don’t hold a candle to what I can do with my tongue,” he says, and then he yanks one bra cup down, freeing my breast and drawing my nipple into his mouth. Giving me a little sample of what he can do… his tongue making swirls over my flesh. It feels so damn good my eyes flutter shut involuntarily.

  He does the same thing to my other nipple, and I’m limp beneath him by the time he finishes. He looks up at me, that cocky grin on his face that I used to hate so damn much. Only now, all I want is to see him between my thighs, feel his mouth on me in all my most intimate places, give myself over to this skillful surgeon to have however he wants me.

  I am his, at least for tonight.

  “Well?” he demands.

  I roll my eyes. “You know you’re incredible,” I tell him, then push his head to send him lower. He lets out an intrigued groan, then makes quick work of stripping my pants off and settling between my legs.

  He loops one of my thighs over his back and buries his face in my pussy like it’s right where he belongs, his place in the world. From the instant his tongue touches me, I’m on fire and I don’t even have to tell him what I like. It’s as if he’s in my brain, sharing my body and knowing exactly what I need—and when to pull back to tease and torment me in all the right ways.

  He’s got two fingers working inside me, pumping my pussy, drenched with my juices, and he’s licking and sucking my clit in rapid succession when I gasp, “I’m coming!” I clench my thighs around his head.

  When my orgasm subsides enough for Sawyer to pry his head out from between my legs, he grins up at me, my juices dripping from his chin. “God damn, that was hot.”

  I’m still too blissed out to feign shyness, so I smile right back at him and agree. “You drive me nuts in more ways than one.”

  “Right back at you,” he answers, kneeling in front of me, his pants open and his thick cock in his fist. A perfect little bead of precum dots the tip, and a whole new wave of desire washes over me.

  “Protection?” I ask.

  “Bedroom,” he answers, letting go of his cock so he can scoop me into his arms. I wrap my thighs around him and let him carry me down the hall, trying not to think of all the other women he must have had in this apartment since he moved here. All the other women he’s storing condoms for in his nightstand…

  Just the suggestion sends a primal surge of jealousy through me and I’ve got a sudden, strong urge to close my mouth around Sawyer’s neck, suck on his flesh and mark him as my own.

  It’s ridiculous. He’s not mine—we’re just having fun, releasing the tension that’s been building up between us… but by the time he lays me down on the bed, I have to make a concerted effort to shut out all thoughts of other women lying where I am now or I really am going to pounce on Sawyer and make sure he knows he’s mine tonight.

  Instead, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he shimmies out of his clothes and rolls a condom down his length, giving himself a few strokes for my benefit as he does it. I’m chewing on my lower lip, my pussy drenched in anticipation, and when Sawyer crawls onto the bed with me, a shiver works its way from my toes all the way into my scalp.

  I love it. Just being naked near him is a headrush, and the sensation of his hands on my body, his palms cupping my breasts, is like nothing I’ve felt before.

  We’re not even close to done, and I already know I’m going to want more. Need more.

  Sawyer climbs on top of me, nudging my thighs apart with his knees. He’s looking down into my eyes with such intense eye contact that my pulse flutters, and I can feel the warm tip of his cock pressing tentatively at my opening.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice low and velvety.

  “Fuck yes,” I breathe. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.

  16

  Sawyer

  I plunge into her.

  She’s hot and wet, and I slide all the way in with a single thrust. Our hips meet and Alyssa lets out a low moan, still biting down on her lower lip as she takes me inside of her.

  God, this has never felt so good.

  “You’re so wet,” I groan as I thrust into her again. We’re just getting started and she’s taken my breath away already.

  “Just for you,” she murmurs, her hands going to my hips, her nails digging into my flesh as I sheathe myself inside her once again. “Oh God… right there.”

  I grin, give my hips a little extra motion the next time I thrust, hoping to hit her G-spot. I’m rewarded when her eyelids flutter shut and her head tilts back on the pillow, completely giving herself over to the sensation.

  She’s not looking at me anymore, but I can’t tear my eyes off her. I drink her in as I make her mine, savoring every second of this.

  A few minutes later, I’ve got one of her legs hooked over my shoulder and I’m pumping deep inside her when I notice her hands balling into fists in the sheets. Her eyes pop open and lock onto mine as she groans, “Oh God, I’m coming…”

  She trails off, losing herself once again, and I double down, pistoning my hips faster and harder as her sweet little pussy clenches around me.

  “That’s right,” I huff, “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  Alyssa nods, going nonverbal as the orgasm rocks her. She lets out a long, low moan and matches my thrusts with her own as she comes—hard and wet, a flood of her sweet juices releasing between us.

  That extra slickness and warmth is all it takes to push me over the edge too, and I lose all sense of rhythm as I ram myself deep inside her. I let go of her leg and collapse on top of her, both of us desperately writhing our way through ecstasy. Alyssa is still coming beneath me, her whole body racked with waves of pleasure, and I do my damnedest to keep up with her until at last, she goes limp beneath me and lets out a long, satisfied sigh.

  My cock still semi-hard inside her, I raise up on my elbows and brush a damp lock of hair out of her eyes. “Good for you?”

  Alyssa just laughs and gives me a playful shove. “You know it was.”

  I pull out slowly and we both let out little noises
at that last moment of pleasure. I get up and walk naked to the en suite bathroom to discard the condom, and while I’m walking back to the bed, I admire Alyssa’s body all stretched out before me. She’s made no effort to cover up, and even better, she’s not reaching for her clothes or making some excuse to get out of here.

  “Want something to drink?” I ask as I lie back down beside her, stroking my finger lazily over one exposed, pert nipple. “Beer, water?”

  Alyssa laughs and her full breasts jiggle delightfully right in front of me. I’ve got the strongest urge to bury my face between them, but I have to find out what’s so funny. I give her a look, and she says, “I take back my comment from before about your apartment being classy. That’s such a frat guy selection. Is that all you have?”

  I shrug. “I’m a man of simple needs.”

  She laughs again—this time it’s more like a scoff. “I very much doubt that. I’ve seen what you drive.”

  “Are simple and luxurious mutually exclusive?” I shoot back.

  Alyssa’s propped up on her elbow now, turned toward me and completely absorbed in the debate. It’s cute how much she cares about this, and if I could tear my eyes away from those gorgeous tits, I bet she’d be giving me a consternated look. “They sort of are,” she says. “I’d even go so far as to say they’re opposites.”

  “Yeah, well, opposites attract sometimes,” I say, and before I even know what I’m doing, I add, “Go out with me.”

  Her brow furrows. “What?”

  I’m in it now. My heart spoke before I had a chance to run it through the old filter, and now I have to go with it. “I want to take you out, next time we’re both free. We could go into Cranden, explore our surroundings a bit.”