9781631052347OnCallKenyan

by M. O. Kenyan

  “I hope you are not doing it for my benefit. Your friend is drooling all over herself. She hasn’t stopped looking at you since you walked into the room. And if you don’t lace your pants there will be more of you to see.”

  AJ instinctively grabbed his trousers as his eyes darted toward Katherine. The crimson blush in her cheeks told him that Lisette was right. He turned around and began to head for his room, when he realized Lisette wasn’t following. “Lisette!” he warned in a low, but forceful tone that left no room for argument.

  “Pick your jaw up from the floor. He’s just human.”

  “Lisette!”

  “Don’t you ‘Lisette!’ me!” she grumbled as she stomped out of the room.

  AJ swallowed hard and settled a steady gaze on Katherine. “I’m sorry.”

  “No more shouting, Lisette. Tell me, what’s wrong?” AJ asked in annoyance once his apology was swallowed by the bang of Katherine’s door shutting behind her.

  “Reno and I had a fight.”

  “Of course,” he muttered under his breath. “What about?”

  “I was in a fight.” He watched as Lisette began to toy with the bottom of her T-shirt. He knew she was at fault—she only did that when she felt guilty. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. It was getting late and he needed his rest. “It was bitch-toria. She is always trying to rile me up. This time she kissed Reno on the cheek. He’s not even playing anymore. He was on the sidelines the whole time. Bitch-toria gave him a congratulatory kiss.” Lisette rolled her eyes and AJ had to catch the laugh that almost tore through him. All Lisette needed were her pigtails and she would be back in third grade.

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “I sort of hit her. But she wasn’t even bleeding. Reno got all mad saying I’m too violent. He said I needed to calm down, or else.”

  AJ was terrified about venturing down that road. No one in their right mind challenged Lisette with a dare. It didn’t matter what it was, she would end up with the upper hand. “Or else what?”

  “Or else he was going to break up with me. So guess what, I beat him to it.”

  “Yikes!” AJ rubbed the imaginary sweat off his brow.

  Lisette sat on the sofa, her elbows on her knees and her fists supporting her chin. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “No you shouldn’t have.” AJ rose from his chair and sat next to her. He soothingly rubbed circles around her back. The good thing about Lisette was she wasn’t the crying type. If it was Catalella he would be cradling an emotional wreck in his arms. “You need to talk to him. Hasn’t he called you?”

  “He did. But I was kind of mean.”

  “Do you want me to call him?”

  “Would you? Please, AJ?” Her face brightened up and he was afforded a smile.

  “I can do better. I will drop you off at your place.”

  “I love you, AJ. I’m sorry for being mean before. But you know I don’t like it when you—”

  “She’s my colleague. Her father kicked her out of the house. This is the first night she is spending here. I’m not sleeping with her, piggy.”

  “I’m glad.” She planted a noisy, wet kiss on his cheek that had him cringing. “If Reno doesn’t take me back, you’ll beat him up, right?”

  “Are you kidding me? He’s got ten pounds of muscles on me.” AJ met his sister’s gaze and he knew he had to buck up. He wouldn’t actually fight Reno, but it would make Lisette feel better. “Sure I will, if he doesn’t kill me first.”

  * * * *

  Katherine dropped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. That must have been the girlfriend. At least she knows what he’s about. She felt herself shrinking within her body, at the thought of AJ being with someone other than her. She didn’t know why she felt this attachment to him. It might be because he was her first. It must be normal to harbor feelings for the man who turned you into a woman, a man who took you to heaven and back for your first time. Who could blame her for wanting to go on another ride? Knowing what she did about AJ’s sexual prowess, how could she blame him for having girls knocking down his door? Sometimes she half expected to find a line running all the way to Jersey—of women with ticket numbers waiting for days, through any type of weather, to get their turn.

  “Wasn’t that the reason you moved in here in the first place?” she asked herself. Sure, she had left the comfort of her father’s hospitality and wealth. There were so many other places she could go, but she’d decided to impose herself on AJ. She had even told her brothers he was her boyfriend. “Be honest with yourself Kat, you want to mark your territory and you found the most obvious way to do it.” But that didn’t mean AJ would stop bringing girls around. How the hell was she supposed to handle the moans of pleasure that would surely float from AJ’s room and into her lonely bed at night? “I’ll just scare them away, or fix myself into AJ’s bed. That way there won’t be any room for anyone else. I hope.”

  Katherine stood up when she could hear shouting from the other room. She wanted to press her ear against the door, wanting to hear if they were fighting about her. If she was lucky enough AJ would kick her out. Apparently she wasn’t. Katherine fell back on her bed, a dull ache eating up her heart. It hurt her that AJ left with that Lisette. She tried convincing herself she didn’t care. But that didn’t help her own insecurities which were bubbling up inside her. Any blind man could see Lisette was way hotter than she was.

  She didn’t see AJ until the next morning. Somehow she had managed to convince her weary mind, to give in to her weary body. She went into the kitchen and found AJ there, flipping through research on the surgery they were supposed to conduct. There was no sign of guilt in his expression as he looked up at her. But why should he feel guilty? She poured herself a cup of coffee.

  “How was your evening?” Her voice was hot and steady with a pinch of resentment in it.

  “A lot better than yours, I’m sorry about my—”

  “I don’t care who she was. Since I am paying for the room, I don’t expect to share it with anyone, especially if it’s one of your whores.”

  “Katherine!”

  “I don’t have time to argue with you. We have a surgery to get to.” She tried her best to sound nonchalant but her aggressive body posture sold her out. “All right then, let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about the fact you seem to find it so difficult to keep your fly zipped up. Let’s talk about how hard it is to work around you at the hospital without catching a few death gazes thrown my way. Or how I have to suffer through all that hate at work and come back to it at home. Let’s talk about that. When are you going to stop being such a whore and settle down with one woman? When, AJ?”

  AJ slowly lifted his tall frame from the bar stool he was sitting on. It was as if he was slowly unraveling. He scratched his chin as he slowly sauntered toward her. Katherine took a step back not out of fear he would hurt her, but the closed expression on his face didn’t give her a lead as to how he was feeling inside. As for her, she knew how she felt. She was slowly dying with the love that was burning within her.

  “First of all,” the rumble of his voice mirrored that of a volcano about to erupt. “What I do with my fly is none of your business. Secondly, if it’s so hard for you to work with me then don’t. I can find someone else to second assist me today if you find my magnetism to the female species so unbearable. Thirdly, this is my home that you invaded unannounced, so I can have whoever I want over, for whatever activities. Got that?”

  Katherine nodded as she stumbled back and landed in the couch in a heap of a mess. She hadn’t realized that she had been slowly retreating until her foot came into contact with the leather. AJ walked toward the front door and she got up to stop him. But he turned around before she could say anything.

  “By the way—whores get paid,” the corners of his lips pulled into a wolfish grin. “I offer my services for free. Get your own ride to work today.”

  Bang! And Katherine fell back into the couch. AJ had left her feeling
like an ass. Her motor mouth had gotten her into trouble. As hard as it was for her to admit, AJ was right and she was wrong. This was his home and she was just a pest.

  Chapter Five

  “That’s your third cup of coffee, Kat.” AJ mumbled, his eyes looking over the chart in his hands at Katherine.

  “Kat?” Katherine asked with distaste. “No one calls me Kat. And my mother said since I’m a grownup I can have all the coffee I want.”

  “You don’t need it.”

  “That surgery is going to take twenty hours at least. I need to stay sharp.”

  “What happens when you come down from that high? You’re going to be trembling and on edge. I’d rather have you all there with me, Henry. You should also be worried about your bladder. All that coffee means more bathroom breaks.”

  “Shit!” Katherine swore as she tossed her full cup of coffee in the trash. She hated it when AJ was right, and since meeting him, she’d discovered that was all the time. She stared at AJ, loving how his brow furrowed, his eyes squinted in concentration and how he bit the corners of his lips in thought. She had dreamt of those lips the whole night, remembering what they had done to her two years before and what she wanted them to do to her now.

  She crossed her legs when she felt her nerves rush bringing her secret place to life. Katherine had to try steadying her breathing, now in short spurts of hot breath, the pounding of her pulse through her body which ached in pain for her forbidden man. She closed her eyes as her fingers dug into her file. Was it possible to come to orgasm even without being touched? Her body was telling her yes. She could feel a solo drop of sweat roll down the line of her spine on her back. Her hands were getting clammy, and her knees threatening to give out on her.

  “Kat?”

  Kat, that’s what she wanted him to call her when he was buried to the hilt inside her. She swallowed hard as his deep velvet voice rumbled in her ear once more. The sensual baritone making her body vibrate with need, she could almost feel him rocking with her. Katherine could hear her labored breathing, and the pulsing of her blood in her ears. But when she heard AJ call her name once again, her orgasm tore through her. Her legs unable to hold her up, Katherine fell back on the wall and grabbed on the chair next to her. The intensity of her orgasm had taken her body by surprise, shocking her into submission. When the last embers of her climax burnt out, she relaxed.

  When Katherine opened her eyes, she realized AJ had stopped studying charts and was now studying her. She startled in surprise at the immediate and absolute boldness of his gaze. His gaze swept her from head to toe, leaving a burning trail touching her already hot flesh.

  She pressed her body against the wall as AJ dropped his charts on the table and rose to his feet. With three large strides he had her plastered against the wall. She didn’t realize that she still had a death grip on the chair until AJ pried her fingers open. He planted a kiss in her palm. Katherine opened her mouth to say something but the words jammed in her throat. She felt AJ use his foot to knock her legs apart. He pressed his thigh against her center, his large body overcrowding her.

  Katherine whimpered in defeat as she felt another orgasm building inside her. She didn’t think she would be able to last twenty seconds, let alone twenty hours standing next to AJ. She watched as he reached his long hand to the door and locked it. Studying the pre-op charts in the on-call room together had seemed like a good idea before, but now Katherine thought it was the best idea she had ever come up with.

  “Please!” The plea left her lips before she could stop them.

  AJ ground his thigh against her once more, and Katherine felt herself unravel. Her hands went to his shoulders as he lifted her off the ground and balanced her around his waist. “Are you sure?” he asked, his lips following a line down her neck.

  “Please!” AJ’s lips on hers silenced her. She wrapped her hands around him tight, as he went to work on his and her surgical trousers. Katherine could barely feel the whispering touch of his fingers on her skin. But when she felt a cool breeze on her rump, she knew she was half way there. She wrapped her leg around AJ’s bare thigh and the contact made her climax. She would have preferred that AJ took pity on her and wait for her to come down from her high, but he chose that minute to bury himself inside her. Her body screamed in delight, but her exhaustion was slowly stalking her as her climax built with each stroke of AJ’s shaft inside her. She grabbed a fistful of AJ’s shirt, her teeth biting into the base of his neck as the aftershocks of her orgasm raked her body. Katherine’s body still trembled as her breath came in short spurts.

  But when her eyes opened she wasn’t against the wall, but on the bed. When did I get here? Oh, my stars, I’ve only been dreaming. She breathed in AJ’s scent and smiled. She didn’t care how she got to the bed; she was still wrapped around AJ.

  “If I was that good in your dream, just imagine how it will be in real life.” AJ’s teasing chuckle filled her ears and sobered her out. “Damn and that was one hell of a hand job. Here I thought you went to a good catholic all girls’ school, all through high school.”

  “What?” Katherine pushed AJ off her. They were still fully clothed, but the evidence of what had happened between them in her mind, was there. Both their surgical trousers had stains on them. And the front of AJ’s looked crumpled. Katherine looked at her hand and realized the death grip she had was not on a chair, but on AJ. She could feel her cheeks burn crimson. How the hell were they supposed to go out like this?

  “I— I didn’t realize— I—oh hell I don’t know what I was doing.”

  “I beg to differ. You definitely knew what you were doing.” He chuckled.

  “We have to get ready for surgery.” Katherine tried to push her way past AJ, but he grabbed her shoulders and forced her on the bed once more.

  “I think we need to change first.” His hot breath tickled her ear drum and Katherine thought she would cry with need. How the hell was that a dream? It couldn’t have been all a dream. “I’ll get someone to bring us some clean scrubs. You just wait here, and try not to dream about me when I’m gone.”

  “AJ—”

  His lips silenced her. “Don’t worry. Now you’ve got me all hot and bothered. So when we are done with our surgery, I promise to make your toes curl. I am going to make you scream so hard, the angels up above are going to want to come and save you. You wanted this didn’t you? Now you are definitely going to get it. If we weren’t short on time, I’d make you cum. Show you how much better it is when I’m in control.”

  Katherine felt her body respond to his words. Maybe they could push the surgery back a couple of hours, or days. The guy had already gone a whole month with the tumor, what was another week?

  “Let go.”

  “What?” His hands rose fractionally at his sides, showing Katherine it wasn’t he who was holding her, but the other way around. She laughed nervously and released his shirt. She watched as AJ slipped out of the room. She let out a shaky breath of relief. She needed some time to think. But first she needed to clear her sex-hazed mind. She was finally going to have what she wanted, and waited for so long. She was biting at the bit at the promise. Just twenty or so hours and she would have AJ. He had promised toe-curling, earth-shattering sex—and she was going to hold him to it.

  AJ slipped in minutes later. But he didn’t go to her. He leaned on the door and just watched her. His eyes burned with a desire and need that was staggering. Katherine licked her plump lips and that earned her a groan from AJ. She wondered what other sounds she could get him to make for her. Brazen, and her mind still in a sex haze, Katherine lifted her thighs and slowly, seductively shimmied her trousers down her thighs. She had the pleasure of seeing AJ’s smoky eyes widen.

  “You need to stop that,” he said in a strangled croak. “I said later, I’m not going to cheat you with a quickie.”

  “Don’t call it a quickie, just call it a preview.” She hooked her thumbs on the waist band of her already wet panties. Lifting her legs as hi
gh as the bunk bed would allow her, she pulled them off and threw them at him. “Are you sure you don’t want a sneak peek?”

  She got impatient when AJ glanced at his watch then back at her. She needed to get the doctor to submit to the man. Not thinking clearly, attributing her brave attitude to the fact that she was already half naked, Katherine rubbed her thumb on her clit and buried it inside her. That won her a growl. AJ pushed away from the door, and was just about to take a step toward her when a knock on the door busted their bubble.

  Katherine watched him crack the door open, reach out and grab a laundry bag and close the door. He tossed the bag on the top bunk, his hungry eyes urging Katherine on. Nervous now, terrified and feeling a little bit stupid, Katherine pulled back her thumb, but made the mistake of putting it in her mouth. But that bad idea earned her a positive response.

  AJ chucked his trousers and boxers and tossed them to the other side of the room. Katherine’s eyes widened. Seeing his full glory was intimidating. She wondered how she had been able to take him in the first time, because she doubted she could do it now. AJ got on his knees before her. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her against him. Katherine’s head fell back, waiting for the pain and pleasure of his shaft inside her. Instead she got the gentle warm touch of his tongue. She could feel herself unravel quickly but that wasn’t how she wanted to cum this time. She tried pushing AJ’s punishing mouth away, but he was too strong.

  He jerked her toward him once more, his fingers biting into her flesh and bruising. Her hips lifted off the bed as he tasted and suckled from her sweet nectar. Her hands grabbed a fistful of the bed sheets as her body begun to transcend. But just before her orgasm crushed into her, AJ pumped into her. She hadn’t noticed when either of their shirts had come off, all she knew was her fingers were touching AJ’s bare skin, and his mouth was hungrily feasting on her nipples.