Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards' Littles 8

by Pepper North

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  Excerpt from Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  “You’re the nurse, right. The one that stops and talks to my dogs?” questioned the man. “I’m Thorston. Would you mind helping me get to my home?”

  “Can I look at your ankle?” Brad asked as he approached Thorston. “It’s probably best to immobilize it if we can. Good, you left on your shoe. That gives it a lot of support. Now, if we just had something to wrap around it,” Brad considered his options. His mouth dropped open when Thorston pulled off his sweaty tee-shirt. The muscles in Thorston’s chest and abdomen were finely hewn and shone slickly with the sweat of his run.

  “It’s not very clean but would this work?” Thorston asked. “Brad? Will this work?” he repeated when Brad didn’t answer.

  Brad mentally shook himself. “Sorry, I was distracted there for a minute.” A low chuckle came from the large man. Thorston knew exactly what had distracted Brad. “The shirt will work fine,” Brad continued. He took the shirt and wrapped it around the injury tying it tightly. “That should do it. Let’s see if we can get you back on your foot. Try to keep your weight off it, sir.” Brad wrapped his arm around Thorston’s muscled waist to help lift him to his feet.

  Thorston mentally took note of the “sir” in Brad’s directions. It added to his suspicions that Brad was submissive. Thorston wrapped an arm around Brad’s shoulders and heaved himself back up to his feet. He was careful not to put his full weight on the thin figure. He could feel under his arm that Brad had more muscles than he had thought. This nurse intrigued him.

  “Steady there,” Brad held on to him closely as Thorston got his balance. “You can lean on me. I’m small but mighty,” Brad joked. He felt very little next to Thorston. The other man loomed over him. He had to be at least 6’2” or taller and a good eighty or ninety pounds heavier. Holding on to Thorston was closer than Brad had ever thought he’d be. And the feel of having Thorston’s arm around his shoulders was amazing. Brad tried to catalogue this moment so he could remember his chance interaction with Thorston. He could make up some great fantasies about this later.

  When Thorston had his balance, he instructed with his brusque tone, “Help me get to the key pad at the gate. I can get it open and you can help me down the drive if you don’t mind.

  “I’m glad to help. Will you let me look at your ankle when we get you to the house? You may need to go to the doctor,” Brad said as Thorston limped his way to the gate controls.

  When they got to the control panel, Thorston hesitated. He lived his life as securely as possible. This nurse was helping him now but would there be a temptation to come back later to try to get in the house?

  Brad realized quickly what was going on in Thorston’s mind. “I’m totally trustworthy, Mr. Burmingham. But I understand your dilemma. You don’t know me at all.” Brad started to rotate to face away from Thorston but that threw off their balance and Thorston started to teeter. “Wow, that doesn’t work. If you’ll excuse me invading your personal space . . .” Brad turned toward Thorston’s immense, naked chest. He closed his eyes as he heard Thorston punch in the code safely. Brad could almost imagine that he was in Thorston’s arms. “Oh, my god,” thought Brad. He took a deep breath of Thorston’s manly scent. He was sweaty from his run but underneath, Brad could smell the spicy scent of his skin. Brad instantly became erect.

  “Did you just sniff me?” Thorston asked with a raised eyebrow. This young man felt really good in his arms. It was fun to tease him a little.

  “Mmmmm. Sorry. I think I’m getting a little cold. Just sniffling,” Brad lied with a blush. Thank goodness for the darkness. “Hey, the gate’s open. Let’s get you to your house.” As they stepped inside, Villa and Zorro immediately approached with warning growls.

  “Down,” Thorston ordered and they both sat down. “Villa, Zorro, this is a friend. He is safe. Brad, hold out your hand and let them get your scent.” He watched Brad eagerly reach out to the large guard dogs. Villa smelled first and then, Zorro. Both dogs wagged their tails and fell into step with the men as they started to walk down the tree lined drive. The two walked slowly to the mansion looming ahead. It couldn’t have taken five minutes but both men were silent consumed with their thoughts. Brad helped him up the five steps to the front door and Thorston pressed his palm against a panel and the door opened. Brad helped him inside and into the room to the right of the entrance. Thorston collapsed into a chair with a groan. “Thank you, Brad Murphy. I think I owe you several favors for letting me lean on you,” Thorston said making direct eye contact with Brad.

  “You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to help,” Brad said motioning to his scrubs. “It’s kind of my job.”

  “It’s not your job to help a stranger on the street. I appreciate your help,” Thorston said honestly.

  “Can I look at your ankle now that we’re in the light?” Brad asked as he knelt in front of Thorston. He automatically started unwrapping the ankle. He untied and loosened the laces to ease the sneaker off the swollen foot. Pressing in various spots and watching his patient closely for his reaction, Brad finally laid Thorston’s ankle to rest on Brad’s knee. “You will need an X-ray to be sure but I don’t think it’s broken. You’ll need a splint for several days anyway so I’d recommend going to see your doctor today. Until then, keep it elevated and ice it ten minutes on and ten minutes off to manage the swelling.

  Just then, an older lady wearing comfortable clothes bustled in the room. “Mr. Burmingham, what happened to you?” she said with concern. When she had been told the story and introduced to Brad as the rescuer, she bustled out of the room to get an ice bag.

  Brad started to lower Thorston’s foot to the floor, saying, “Well, it looks like you’re in good hands now, Mr. Birmingham. Thank you for introducing me to your dogs. It was fun to see the friendly side of them. I’ll just let myself out so I can get home to sleep. Take care of yourself.”

  Before Brad could stand up, Thorston leaned forward and wrapped a strong hand around the back of Brad’s head pulling him forward. Thorston pressed his lips against the other man’s before opening his mouth to devour Brad’s. Hearing the younger man groan, Thorston pulled him in closer and leaving his lips, Thorston kissed down Brad’s shivering neck before pressing his shoulders away. Looking in his eyes, Thorston said, “It has been a pleasure getting to know you better Bradley Murphy. I am looking forward to seeing you again.”

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