I felt a flush rise in my face at the use of her words. “Yes, hot as fuck.”
Sophia snickered beside me. “I’ve had a crush on Johan as long as I can remember. He’s fourteen years older than me, and though I’m twenty-one, he looks at me like I’m still the snot-nosed kid I was when he first arrived here.”
I looked down at her. “You don’t look twenty-one. When I first looked at you, I would’ve bet that you were sixteen at most.”
She batted her eyelashes at me. “Good genetics, I guess. Dad looks super young, too, but he’s thirty-five.”
I started to add up the numbers, coming up with her father being fourteen when he’d had her.
But instead of saying anything, I chose to keep my mouth shut and keep my nose out of other people’s business. See, when I’d become a doctor, I’d come across a lot of tremulous situations, and this was definitely one of them if the set of her mouth was anything to go by.
I looked over at Madden who was leaning against a garland wrapped metal upright. He was grinning as both Soren and Johan circled around the bar.
“All right,” Madden announced just then. “We’re just going to see who can clean the most and call the winner.”
I had no clue what that meant.
Not until each of them added weight to the bar and then started to lift it up off of the ground and stop with the bar right around their shoulders.
At one point, Soren even picked it up and allowed it to bounce off of his collarbone, and I winced.
“This sport looks rough,” I admitted. “Like, they might have bruises after this.”
“There are bruises,” she agreed. “Rips of the skin on your hands from the bar. Sore muscles galore. When I first started, I was sixteen. I tell you what, I don’t have soft hands, and all the boys notice.”
I would’ve replied but then Johan picked up the barbell, was about to bring it to his shoulders, but couldn’t quite seem to get it and dropped it.
The sound of the barbell hitting from that high was deafening.
When it finally clattered loudly to a stop, Soren moved and then did his own ‘clean.’
Though, unlike his brother, he was able to lift it up to a ‘complete rep’ or whatever Sophia called it.
When he dropped it with a laugh, he gave his brother a high five and then turned to survey the group that was cheering for him.
That was when his eyes caught mine and my heart skipped a beat.
Establish dominance by putting glitter in Christmas Cards.
-Pro tip
Soren
“She’s here,” I said to Johan, my breath coming in fast pants.
“I saw.” Johan paused, his breathing just as heavy. “Did you also happen to see that she’s talking to the she-devil right now?”
The she-devil being Sophia, the owner’s daughter, who Johan liked to act like was a pain in his ass when obviously he wanted to be a pain in hers.
Literally.
“I saw,” I confirmed. “She is smiling, though, so I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it.” Johan snorted.
“All right, everyone!” I heard Madden yell. “Time to partner up. One male, one female.”
We did as instructed, but I made sure to hurry over to the girl I invited, because there was no way in hell I was letting anyone else get near her.
Not when I had her exactly where I wanted her.
Just as I got to her, another man at the gym, Bane, got to her next.
I shook him off. “Mine.”
“I’m sorry, Ms….” Bane said, holding out his hand.
“Nola,” she said softly, looking at me, then at Bane, before carefully offering her hand. “Nola LeBlanc.”
“Package Girl.” I threw my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side, causing Bane to sigh.
“Can’t you at least give us some scraps?”
I shook my head. “No, I brought her here. She’s mine.”
Nola, wow, what a beautiful name, looked at me with a grin. “Technically, I brought myself here. And I got kind of worried when you weren’t here to welcome me.”
“That’s because I was just at a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital,” I said. “Came straight from work.”
Her head tilted slightly, and the world disappeared around us. “Which hospital?”
“Central Mercy,” I answered immediately. “Why?”
Her lips turned up into a grin. “Because that’s where my practice is out of. Central Mercy. I’m an OB/GYN. What do you do there?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m an ER physician.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Really? You look…”
“Not like one?” I offered. “Why do you say that?”
She threw her head back and giggled. “Mainly, I would’ve pictured you as a rugby player, or a bodybuilder before I thought you were a physician. It’s nice to know that I know someone in the hospital now, though. I just moved here about six weeks ago, and it’s getting kind of pathetic with how little I do.”
I wanted to invite her to do me, but chose to remain respectful… at least for now, anyway.
“This game is different than what we normally do.” Madden paused, catching both of our attention. “Have y’all seen those viral videos going around where the woman climbs around a man using only her arms and legs, grip only, and then goes up and over the man’s shoulder and down his back before coming up between his legs to get back to their original positions?”
I had seen that.
I’d just never thought I’d be reenacting it.
But now that Madden brought it up, I was more than ready to give it a try.
Having Nola surrounding me? That definitely sounded like no hardship.
“Oh, boy,” Nola said, her frame freezing. “I have to tell you. I’m not very good at stuff like this.”
I gave her a squeeze. “It’s all fun, Doc. If we lose, we lose.”
She gave me a worried look. “It doesn’t appear that you lose very often.”
She had a point but…
“The only catch is the male cannot help the female at all. All work is to be done on the lady’s end!” Madden continued.
That’s when Nola’s eyes squeezed shut.
“You okay?” I asked teasingly.
She opened her mouth, then closed it as if she wanted to say something but didn’t think it was appropriate.
“Come on,” I urged. “Just say it.”
Her eyes took me in. “Just the thought of getting to wrap my arms and legs around you sends excitement surging through my belly.”
I found a grin forming on my lips. “Same, darlin’. Same.”
I then held out my hands for her when everyone started to mount their partners.
Madden really didn’t think this all the way through.
Though, then again, most of the people that were playing were married or in a relationship of some sort.
So this wasn’t awkward for anyone but the lady standing in front of me.
Because I sure as hell wasn’t going to find any problems with having her that close.
“All right, ten seconds!” Madden all but bellowed over the cheering crowd.
“Yo, bro,” Johan said as he gestured toward me from the sidelines. He’d, of course, not chosen Sophia, who was frowning hard beside him. “Don’t drop her. She’s too pretty to get hurt.”
Nola snorted hard.
Then she hesitantly walked up toward me, her face a polite mask.
She bit her lip, and I had to stop from laughing. “Come on. Jump.”
She blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it, and then did just that.
I caught her easily, my hands going to the smooth skin at the back of her thighs where her short shorts didn’t cover.
When I’d walked in, I’d started stripping before I’d even gotten so much as a hello to anyone.
It’d been when I was walking around the weights that were scattered on the floor that my eyes caught on
the ass.
The sexy, wow she has major junk in her trunk, ass.
Her ass wasn’t a voluminous ass, either. It was muscular and toned, as if she did a lot of work to make it that way. And her thighs. As a man that worked out—and had been in the Navy before that—I admired a nice set of muscular thighs on a woman.
And man, did Nola have some thighs. They weren’t small, either. They were thick. As if she worked out for fuckin’ days to make those thighs so damn toned.
But her words and her ass and thighs didn’t line up.
Maybe it was genetic. Maybe what she had was just a stroke of fuckin’ luck.
Whatever she had, she had a skinny waist, small boobs, and a great set of ass and thighs.
It was something that really fuckin’ turned me on, and I didn’t really even know why.
I was normally the type of man that strayed toward tits for days, not thighs.
But as I allowed my hands to roam up and down the top of Nola’s thighs, I realized that with this girl, I’d be a whatever-the-hell she wanted to give me kind of guy.
Her thighs tightened around my waist, and I groaned.
“Wow,” I said. “Your legs are pretty powerful.”
She snickered.
“Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t work out. This is just how they are. In high school, they used to drive me nuts. Now that American Eagle has come out with super stretchy skinny jeans, though, I find my life much easier to live.”
I snorted and curled my arms around her bottom, giving her ass something to rest on while everyone else got up into position around me.
“Everybody ready?” Madden called, his finger over the ‘play’ button on his iPad that was hooked up to the Bluetooth speakers.
“Ready!” everyone called, including me.
Nola’s hands went to my shoulders, smoothing up the length of my neck, and it was then I realized that the knit shorts I was wearing wasn’t going to do me a goddamn thing coverage-wise if she kept it up.
“You should probably not,” I murmured quietly.
Her startled eyes went to me. “What?”
I cleared my throat. “I, uh, am wearing really thin shorts. And I’ve wanted you exactly like this for weeks.”
I snorted out a laugh at the look of surprise on her face.
“That surprises you? What you do to me?” I teased.
Her immediate nodding had my lips twitching. “Yes.”
“It shouldn’t,” I told her bluntly. “I’ve been finding reasons to come see you for weeks, sometimes coming straight off of a shift just so I could.”
She licked her lips. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been coming straight home, ordering random shit I don’t need, and maxing out credit cards just so I could get you there.”
“Go!” Madden called.
That’s when the little woman around me showed me just how strong her thighs were.
She crawled me like a spider monkey, using her powerful thighs to hold on while she zipped around me like she did it every day. Then, when she was almost completely around me, she started to go upward, crawling up over my right shoulder. Her ass came even with my face, and it took everything I had in me not to reach forward and pat it with both hands.
“Oh, boy.” She squealed as she started to slide down the length of my back, head first.
She giggled when my shorts started to go down the length of my ass, and I had to do some fancy maneuvering to catch them and not touch her and get disqualified.
It was when she was crawling up between my legs, her face even with my dick, that I realized my mistake.
I should’ve covered my dick or something. I should’ve tried to think of things that weren’t her.
I mean, she was sliding all up and down the length of my body. She was wrapped around me doing acrobatics. She was pressing her face to the skin of my back.
She was…
Now she was latching on to my dick and freezing.
She stayed that way for a very long, very throbbing fifteen seconds.
Then she let go of it and started to fall.
Only my thighs clenched and held her to me.
“Get up here,” I urged.
Was my voice more hoarse than normal?
Because it sure the fuck sounded like it to me.
I mean, the damn woman had just grabbed on to my cock and shown me how good it felt to have her wrapped around me, even through two layers of fabric.
Even for just fifteen seconds.
I’d gotten more out of that fifteen seconds with her hand wrapped around me than I’d gotten in the last six months.
“They cheated!” someone yelled.
I wasn’t sure if they were talking about us or not—I mean it was kind of hard to tell if I was helping her seeing as my thighs were so large, and there wasn’t really all that much room for her to scoot between them due to the width I had my legs spread apart to accommodate her jiggling weight—but I ignored the comment.
“Come on!” I urged her faster.
She started to move again, but very much aware of my still hard cock that was right in her path.
She made sure not to touch it with her hand, but dragging it all along her face, then her breasts, followed shortly by her lower belly and then the saddle of her hips? Yep, she definitely did that.
When she finally came to a stop, neither of us noticed when we were announced the winners.
Neither of us noticed that we were under the mistletoe, either.
At least, not until Sophia yelled, “Hey, you have to kiss her! It’s the rules! Mistletoe is mistletoe, man!”
So I kissed her.
On the bright side, I am not addicted to cocaine.
-Coffee Cup
Nola
“Oh, my God.” My sister couldn’t stop laughing.
“Shut up!” I hissed. “I can’t help it!”
She was wheezing so hard that she was crying and having a hard time talking.
“I just…” She wiped her eyes. “You grabbed his candy cane?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Just shut up!” I repeated.
“And then, after he kisses you, you get called out for an emergency C-section.” She shook her head. “Then, to make matters worse, despite ordering way too much shit that you didn’t need—the kids thank you for their presents, by the way—you don’t see him again?”
I frowned hard.
“I seriously can’t keep buying anything. I already maxed out my credit card. And I don’t get paid for another week,” I grumbled. “Good news is, this new job is working out great.”
My sister sighed. “You could always go back to the CrossFit gym. Sign up. Hopefully see him again.”
I felt my face flush. “I, ah, actually did that. I signed up to start with the New Year.”
My sister started laughing again. “I can’t believe you did that. You’re practically allergic to exercise. Do you even own any other workout gear other than what you wore to the Christmas thing?”
I shook my head. “Actually, no. That’s why I signed up to start next year. That way I can go get some with my next paycheck.”
She was about to say something more, but my phone started to vibrate in my hand.
I switched over to the texts and grimaced. “I gotta go. One of my patients is in the ER.”
“Merry Christmas, sister,” she called just before I hung up. “Love you!”
“Love you, too!” I pressed the red ‘end call’ button and started practically sprinting toward the stairs.
By the time I arrived in the ER, I was out of breath, my pulse was through the roof, and my stomach was gnawing itself, thanks to my lunch being left in the microwave in the doctor’s lounge.
I followed the screaming—there was nothing quite like a woman screaming in pain from childbirth—and arrived in the room moments later.
That’s when I saw the smallest girl I’d ever seen on a gurney screeching at the top of her lungs with none other tha
n my Doctor Hottie between her legs.
I shouldered up next to him as I washed my hands then slipped on some gloves.
“What’s going on?” I asked quickly.
“She’s having a baby,” a bitchy nurse replied.
I gave her a droll look.
“I realize that,” I said just as bitchily. “I mean, how close are we to having a baby.”
“We’re not,” came Soren’s reply. “She’s too small, and the baby is way too big. I’ve delivered a few babies in my time, but I don’t think this one is coming out the natural way.”
I saw what he meant moments later.
The girl was really that small.
And the head that was trying to come out was really that big.
“Baby measured large,” I admitted. “What’s the baby’s heart rate at?”
For the next twenty minutes, Soren and I worked together as we delivered the woman’s baby.
And when that baby finally did come out, it wasn’t just the people in the room that were surprised, it was everyone in the entire damn hospital.
The baby, which the mother named Noel Soren Christopherson, weighed in at a healthy eleven pounds fourteen ounces and was twenty-three inches long. Noel, who was born at 11:59 pm on Christmas Eve, was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen.
After transporting mom and baby up to the postpartum unit, I went to the doctor’s lounge to clean up.
And by clean up, I meant totally and completely change my clothes, seeing as I had blood, shit and other things that I tried not to examine too closely.
It was as I was stepping into the doctor’s lounge in only a towel—I’d forgotten to take a change of clothes into the bathroom with me—that I realized that I wasn’t alone in there.
Because Soren was standing there with a basket of fruit in one hand, a banana in the other, and staring at me like I was a present just for him.
“Umm.” I hesitated as I looked at him. “You do realize that this is the women’s lounge, right?”
His teeth bit through the banana as he slowly nodded.
I’d never seen a man with a phallic object in his mouth look sexy before, but there was Soren, killing it.
“I was looking for you,” he admitted. “I was informed that you were in here, but when we came in here, they couldn’t find you, so they told me to stay and that they would go looking for you. Only, none of us thought to check the bathroom for you. Then I saw this fruit basket and thought I’d grab something to eat while I waited since I hadn’t eaten in a whole hour and a half…”
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