“I love you,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off me. “I love you so much. I’m addicted to you and this gorgeous body.”
I thrashed my head against the mattress, suddenly unable to speak from the enormous amount of pleasure, and I was sure I was going to burst again any second...
“I love you too!” I gritted out in between my screams. I was going to explode... “I need you, Owen... Ah!”
I screamed and arched my back when I came hard, and a pure bliss filled my mind and body. A few moments later, Owen followed me and plunged inside one more time before his climax washed over him too, kissing me like he never wanted to let me go, and my heart contracted with happiness. Owen was mine, and nothing would separate us anymore.
+++
I hadn’t even realized in which moment I’d dozed off, but when I woke up, the morning sunrays were already penetrating the bedroom. I stretched in the empty bed, feeling energized even though Colt and I had spent the whole night fucking.
I squirmed and touched my pussy, instantly turned on when I remembered how many times he’d made me come. I looked around the bedroom, but Owen wasn’t here. I heard some noise from the kitchen, so I assumed that he was probably making us some breakfast.
Deciding to take a quick shower, I stood up and went into the bathroom. I was head over heels for Owen, and I couldn’t stop smiling, happier than ever. Just when I washed the soap from my body, Owen entered the bathroom and joined me inside of the shower—completely naked.
“Owen,” I breathed out, my eyes raking over his sexy body. I would never stop being amazed with the perfect shape of his body. Every muscle was chiseled to perfection, making me ache for him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said and pushed me to the wall, raising my arms above my head. He kept them there with one hand as he covered my breast and rubbed my nipple in circles.
He kissed me fervently, grinding his hard cock against me, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Please,” I begged, already completely aroused.
“Please, what?”
He lowered his hand slowly over my waist, creating flutters in the pit of my stomach. He stopped right above my pussy, and I grunted, needing him to touch me down there.
“I need you. I need you to touch me and fuck me. Please.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
I shuddered when his fingers connected with my mound, traveling over my clitoris and vulva on their way to my pulsating hole. He probed my entrance and pushed inside, and I contracted around him, welcoming his much-needed thrust.
“Yes,” I cried out and grabbed his shoulders.
His fingers felt perfect inside, especially when he rolled them, pushing against my tight walls, and I dug my fingers into his skin. The pleasure was leaving me breathless. My heart was hammering against my rib cage, its tempo speeding up along with Owen’s movements in me, and I bit into his shoulder under the incoming orgasm...
“Yes!”
I fell apart in thousand pieces, barely able to stand on my feet, and I clung to him so I wouldn’t fall. His arms wrapped around my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he pressed me against the wall, taking me right in the shower.
“So good,” he said through clenched teeth when he shoved his dick deep into me, stopping for a few moments to relish in the feeling of my pussy against his member. “I would never grow tired of fucking you. Every single day. In every single position.”
His lips connected with mine the second he started moving in me. He was ramming me fast, his mouth drinking my screams.
“Please, Owen... Fuck me harder!”
He raised his eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder, baby?”
“Yes!”
“Then get ready to be fucked brutally.” He lowered me down and turned me around. “Brace yourself against the wall.” I pressed my hands against the slippery wall. “Even lower.” He moved my hands down, bending me further, and my ass got arched high in the air. His hand caressed my ass cheeks with adoration as his cock got inside my pussy once more.
Another scream tore out of my throat when he started pounding into me immediately, a wild tempo shattering my whole world, and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. He was relentless, fucking me like never before, and my throat became sore from all screaming. I could barely support myself since my shaky hands slid down the wall constantly and my knees felt like they were going to give out any moment.
He was like a wild animal, driven by raw desire and need, and it went on and on... The most intense orgasmic pleasure erupted in each part of my body, and it was unbearable, crushing me from the inside out. I didn’t even remember how I ended on the floor—on my back as he separated my legs and pushed back inside of me again, continuing the merciless rhythm that was draining every ounce of energy out of me.
“So beautiful. I love you, Sydney. You’re only mine.” He thrust one last time and stilled, groaning when his hot sperm filled me in several spurts. “Sydney!”
His body came on top of mine, and I barely had any strength left to wrap my arms around him and hold him flush against me. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating like crazy until the pleasure subdued.
“This was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured into his skin, tracing my fingers idly over his back.
He brought himself to his elbows and looked at me, adoration filling his eyes as he smiled. “And it’s only the beginning. It will be way better.”
“Better than this?” I asked incredulously.
His smirk was cocky, and his eyes reflected his smugness. “You think this is all I’ve got? You better prepare yourself, baby, because now that I have you, nothing will stop me from loving every inch of you...” His lips traced my neck. “Many times...” They lowered to my breasts. “Each day...” He took my nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan out of me, and I was hot all over again. “For the rest of our lives.”
“Owen!” I arched my back when he lowered even further, pressing his lips against my most sensitive part.
His eyes were devouring me. “Starting from now.”
Epilogue
Sydney
“How do I look?” I asked Declan.
“Fabulous, Syd. You know, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Which wasn’t true. He’d been seeing me this happy all year, and even happier when I was with Owen.
“Focus, Declan! Are you sure?” I spun around, looking in the mirror.
“I’m sure! Come on already, it’s time!”
I took a deep breath, and then took his elbow. My brother led me out of the small room and down the hall, to tall white doors. I could hear Mendelssohn playing on the other side of them.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
The doors opened, and Declan led me down the aisle, as all the guests watched us with huge smiles on their faces. Julia was there as the maid of honor, winking at me and giving me thumbs up. Everybody held their breath. I saw Owen at the altar, in a tux and a sexy stubble, a red flower on his lapel.
I couldn’t hold back the tears, and even saw Owen’s eyes get wet, but when the time came, we both said I do. The guests applauded, and we kissed like it was our first time, with love and passion than I thought possible. Julia didn’t catch the bouquet, but she met a nice guy at the bar after the ceremony, and that seemed to be good enough.
We had been living together for the past year, at Owen’s apartment in River North, which was now our apartment. He had distanced himself from his business, effectively retiring, and we had spent the past year traveling all over the world, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, from base-jumping to whitewater rafting. There was nothing in the world we couldn’t do when we were together.
We had fought off Declan’s cancer, and he had been in remission for nine months now. He had found a job and promised to return Owen the money he had spent, but we didn’t hold him to it. The important thing was that they had become good friends. There was
a lot Declan could learn from Owen, both in business and in life. At first, I didn’t approve – the last thing I wanted was for my brother to get into some sketchy business with the likes of Lawson, but they both promised me that his work would be legit. Now that the sickness was no longer bothering him, Declan had adopted a more positive outlook on life. He had become ambitious and outgoing. He had started practicing yoga and meditation, learning to be at peace with himself.
For our honeymoon, we went to the island, naturally. It was fun to relive the memories of our first trip there – spontaneous and magical. We took the boat out, making love on the deck, and not only on the deck. We hiked and surfed, and at some point, Owen even wanted to teach me to fly the plane, but the pilot advised against it. I agreed.
We had truly started our life together. It was odd to think of the times when we’d not been together. It was as if that had happened to someone else. The more I got to know my husband, the more I loved and admired him, and the feeling was mutual.
I was lucky.
We were lucky.
A month after our honeymoon, we learned that Declan’s cancer had gone away for good. There was no trace of it left. He looked healthy and happy, finally. I even stopped joking about his gaining weight.
One evening, when we were cooking dinner, I said, “You know, had you asked me a year ago if this is where I saw myself, I would’ve laughed in your face!”
Owen smirked. “Tell me about it. I’d have told you I saw myself spending weekends at the Chicago Buyer’s Club!”
We always had a good laugh when someone mentioned the club.
“Whatever happened to it, by the way?”
“Oh, you know,” Owen said, “it always seems to be there. Waiting to make its next match.”
His Naughty Nurse
A Bad Boy Doctor Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Prologue
My skin burned from the cigarette.
“Don’t you cry again, you little weasel.” She sneered at me and took a puff of tobacco.
“I’m… I’m not crying.” The truth was I was trying hard not to, but I could feel the tears stinging the backs of eyes, threatening to betray me.
I wouldn’t let them, I couldn’t.
If I did she’d just hit me again.
That wasn’t going to happen, not tonight.
“I don’t know why your father didn’t make a man out of you. Jesus, he’s as useless as you are, isn’t he?”
“Don’t talk about him like that.” I was going to pay for that comment, I knew it. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Just as she reached out to slap me, I woke up. Sweat dripped from my forehead.
The military, being overseas, should have been the hardest moments of my life. But instead I had nightmares full of burns, pain, and harsh childhood memories.
Fuck my childhood.
And fuck everyone who ever hurt me.
Someday, I would make them wish they didn’t.
CHAPTER 1
Tessa
“How’s it going, Tessa?”
Taking a sip of coffee from my thermos and breathing in the aroma of hospital air, I looked up to find one of the new medical students give me a quick wave and a nod. I couldn’t remember her name, and almost felt guilty about it until she redirected her attention elsewhere so quickly that I didn’t even have time to respond.
“It’s going good. How about you?” I muttered. I thought back to my own days in school. Initially, I had dreamed of becoming a doctor. But the more I studied in the field and learned the roles of the players within it, life as a doctor started to seem too distant and cold. Sure, doctors had one of the most important jobs in the world. Yet, in my time studying and working with them, I felt they spent too much time treating symptoms rather than people. I was drawn to the medical field because I wanted to help people, not just their symptoms.
Fortunately, I came to the conclusion that nursing would allow me to experience the personal connection I desired in terms of helping those in need. I was well aware that when people walked out of the hospital doors after a prolonged illness, an accident, or a frightening brush with death, it was often the nurses and the care they received that they remembered afterwards. I wanted to be a part of those memories.
That being said, caring for patients wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, particularly in the emergency department. That’s why every day, before I left home, I made a ritual of looking in the mirror, taking a deep breath, and saying to myself, “You got this, Tessa.” I’ve come to depend on this daily pep talk because constantly witnessing trauma after could quickly burn you out.
In fact, the past week had been exceptionally busy. Even though I was just starting my shift, I was already praying for an easy day. But I hardly had time to sit my coffee down before I realized my hopes for an easy day weren’t going to be granted.
“INCOMING GSW!”
The announcement rang through the air and instantly sent my heart pumping. Nurses began to dash across the floor, hurrying to prep. Instinctually, I reached into my pocket for my hairband, quickly and efficiently twirling my hair up and out of the way. My body went into auto-pilot mode. Everyone working in the emergency department quickly learned to expect gunshot victims regularly, although that never made it easier to deal with. There was always pressure when someone’s life was potentially on the line, pouring from a wound.
The typical questions started firing back and forth throughout the emergency department while we all scattered about, trying to prepare.
“Male or female?” I asked.
“Male,” someone yelled in reply.
“Location of the shot?”
“Lower back!”
“How long ago?”
“About fifteen minutes.”
Shaking my head, I analyzed the information, trying to determine what would potentially be needed for the incoming patient. By the time paramedics rolled him through the hospital doors, I was ready. I followed closely behind them, noting the amount of blood collecting at the bottom of his shirt.
My nerves were already starting to subside, confident that Dr. Nualli would be able to save this one.
Dr. Nualli, a kind and caring Indian woman, was the doctor I usually got assigned to. Together, we made an excellent team. After some of the previous doctors I’d worked with, all whom had distant and aloof attitudes, it had been a breath of fresh air when I first got assigned to Dr. Nualli. Rarely did I encounter doctors who cared about patients just as much as I did. When I first met her, she smiled, looked at me with her warm brown eyes, took my hand and said, “Let’s save some lives, Tessa.”
“You’re going to be fine,” I said, jogging alongside the patient as he was wheeled in to the emergency department bay. He glanced up at me through his pained expression. “What’s your name?”
“Nate.”
“Well, you’re going to be okay, Nate. I promise.”
I didn’t leave his side until we reached the bay and the emergency room technicians began tending to him, preparing him for the doctor.
I scanned the area in search of Dr. Nualli, coming to a complete halt at the sight of someone else in her spot.
Standing at the sink was a doctor I did not recognize. Male. I saw the flash of tattoos on his skin as he scrubbed his hands and forearms with antibacterial soap.
“Where’s Dr. Nualli?” I asked the room at large, though I instantly regretted doing so. I didn’t want to make the patient nervous.
“She’s not in today. Dr. Sholly will be covering for her.”
At the sound of his name, or perhaps at my question, Dr. Sholly took a quick glance over his shoulder at me.
My heart gave an unusual patter that had nothing to do with the job ahead of me. In just that brief instant, it was impossible to not notice how handsome Dr. Sholly was. Even through his scrubs, his muscular build was evident. He had a headful of dark shiny hair, a prominent jawline that was covered with a 5 o’clock shadow, dark penetr
ating eyes, and an expression that showed he was all-business.
“Tessa?” I jumped. A fellow nurse—Molly—stared at me with her eyebrows raised. “Are you all right?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Dr. Sholly made his way over, briskly walking straight to the patient, who was now unconscious. I took a deep breath and forced myself concentrate while several nurses attempted to disrobe the patient’s wound area.
“Careful,” I said. “Don’t destroy the clothing, particularly in the area of the gun shot.”
Dr. Sholly glanced at me for an instant, although I couldn’t quite decipher his expression. There was no time to anyway. All my attention was on the patient now, making sure everything ran smoothly. All the while, I made sure to stay one step ahead of the doctor, anticipating his needs and his moves before he had even figured them out himself. That was my job.
“Looks like an exit wound right about here,” Dr. Sholly said in a voice that made knees weak. “Probably another damn drive by.”
“Let’s leave it to the forensics department to make that assessment,” I said, earning an annoyed glance from him.
“I know what I’m looking at,” he quipped. This wasn’t starting out well, but I was terrible at walking away from a fight.
“I’m sure you do,” I responded, “but we have a very specific job to do here, doc. So we should stick to it.”
Dr. Sholly mumbled under his breath and several other nurses raised their eyebrows, making me realize my words had bit harder than I should have allowed. I couldn’t really care though; my concern was for Nate, and for his sake, we needed to stay on task. I was forcibly reminded of why I preferred Dr. Nualli; we were always on the same page and she would have never taken a moment to contemplate any details other than what was absolutely necessary to treat the patient right then and there.
After long stretch of silence, Dr. Sholly spoke again. “Lucky guy here. There won’t be any permanent damage. He’ll need therapy, but he’ll walk again. No severe bone or nerve damage. The bullet seems to have made it in and out without hitting anything serious. Send up a notice to the surgeon upstairs that he needs to be stitched up.”
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