by Tory Baker
Gorgeous.
Not for the first time it hits me, how incredibly lucky I was to be standing with Tabitha the day her sister showed up at the hospital. If I hadn’t been there, I would have never gotten to know this woman—I wouldn’t have allowed myself, even if I did want her.
“Brody, I’m not sure… I mean… This is new…” she mumbles brokenly, her face flaming red and a strand of hair has fallen from her ponytail. I reach up and move it to the side of her face and tuck it behind her ear. I let the pad of my thumb brush softly back and forth on the spot where her dimple is prominent when she laughs.
“We’ll go as slow as you want,” I reassure her, I do my best to keep the hunger I’m feeling out of my voice. If she knew how bad I want to tear those panties from her body and bury myself inside of her warm body, she’d probably take off running.
I let my hand drift slowly from her face, gently cupping the side of her neck and feeling her pulse vibrating against my palm. I move further down, memorizing her body as I go, the feel of her shoulder against my hand, her breast… I let my fingertips move over her ribs one by one. I’m a doctor, I’ve studied the human body inside and out for most of my adult life, but never has one been more beautiful than right now. I span her hips with my hand and she tenses as I gather the lace waist band of her panties. I let go immediately and instead let my finger brush back and forth just underneath the flimsy fabric.
“I—”
“Lay back and let me make you feel good, gorgeous.”
Her eyes look so round as if she’s a frightened colt ready to run. It makes me wonder how many men have been before me.
Could she be a virgin?
The thought of being the first to take her, to form that sweet little pussy to my cock—and only my cock is intoxicating. It doesn’t matter either way. My cock will be the last one to get inside of her.
She lies back against the sofa, her gaze locked with mine. I lick my lips as hunger surges through me.
“I’m just going to touch you, make you feel good,” I tell her, needing to calm her.
“It’s… been a long time,” she gasps, her eyes closing the moment my finger brushes against the wet lips of her pussy.
Not a virgin then.
Fair enough. When I’m done she won’t remember anyone before me.
She’s so wet, she’s drenching my fingers and I’ve not even made it inside. I slide two fingers between her lips and seek out her clit. It’s pulsating, throbbing so hard it jumps against my fingertips. I rub it slowly in a circular motion and then push into it. She cries out and her legs fall a little further apart, making more room for me. I go to my knees on the floor, between her legs. The sweet scent of her pussy reaches me, calls to me. I shiver, hungry with the need to possess her. I trap her clit between my fingers, pinching it before rubbing the sting out of it.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” I ask her, kissing the area just above the waistline of her panties. I let my breath fan her skin.
“Good,” she gasps. “So, good, Brody.”
I smile because I like my name on her lips. I definitely want more of it.
“You want more,” I ask, but I’m already giving her more. I slide my fingers through the sweet juices of her pussy, finding her entrance and pushing deep inside of her. The walls of her pussy instantly collapse on my hands, squeezing them so fucking tight I moan.
“Oh my God!” she cries, her head going back as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
My cock is so hard that my damn jeans feel like they’re cutting me in two.
“Tell me you want more, Tabitha. Tell me.”
“I want more, Brody,” she groans, her hips lunging out towards me as she rides my hand.
I slide my fingers out of her tight little cunt and she cries out in protest. I grab the thin lace of her panties and rip it apart with my hands. The muscles of her legs tighten under my hands. I can’t allow her to tense up. I have to have her. I hold her legs apart, probably more forcibly than I should. My hold is bruising, but I can’t help it. Hell, I’d like imprints of my fingers all over her body. I use my body to wedge between her legs, leaving her open for me. God she smells so fucking good, she’s so wet her juices are glistening on the lips of her pussy. Her face is flushed and her breathing is so ragged it literally causes her body to tremor. She’s so worked up for me, so needy and desperate and it’s all for me—all mine. I undo the button on my pants. If I don’t my poor cock is going to die. Already I can feel the deep digging sensation of the zipper biting into my flesh.
I pull the lips of her pussy apart, revealing the slickened hood of her clit. I push two fingers in her slowly, watching as inch by inch they disappear deep inside of her. I push my thumb into her clit as I pump her with my fingers. She thrusts her hips toward me with each thrust. She’s moaning, her body moving in erratic motions and completely lost to her passion. I can’t resist holding my fingers deep inside of her and then I flatten my tongue out and lick her throbbing clit. The taste of her explodes on my tongue and I groan against her pussy. I start moving my fingers again, pushing in and out and stretching my fingers apart when they’re buried inside of her—getting her ready for me. I’m going to take her; I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside of her that she will feel me when she walks for days after. My balls are so full of cum right now that she’ll be lucky if she doesn’t have me leaking down her legs too. I like the idea of that. I like imagining my cum dripping from her pussy while we’re at her family’s home. She’ll not be able to forget that she’s mine. It won’t matter who is around, she’ll feel me between her legs and know that she belongs to me.
The thought forces a growl of possessiveness and it vibrates against her clit. I slide my tongue lower, licking her, tasting her… savoring her.
“Brody, I’m, I’m going to…”
“Let go, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” I tell her, needing her to come. Wanting her to come all over my face. I dive into her, intent on sending her over the edge, on possessing her and giving her a climax she will never forget.
I pull her legs up over my shoulders and eat out that hungry little pussy. She’s mine. I’ll never be able to let her go after this. She cries out and her body stiffens and then jerks, shuddering in my hold as she comes all over my face. I lap it up, getting all of her cum that I can and swallowing it down.
“Oh, God…” she says shuddering. I don’t know how long it takes for her to calm down afterwards. I hold her and lick her tender pussy slowly, letting her come down easy. When I feel her fingers, drifting through my hair, I know it’s time.
I stand up and grin down at her. I know my face is wet with her cum and I don’t try to hide it. In fact, I let her watch me lick her off my lips.
“Ready for round two now, sweetheart?” I ask, unzipping my pants. My cock falls out, so fucking hard it’s painful.
“Oh… Wow. I…Brody you’re big…” she says and I laugh, surprised. I’ve never known a woman like her. She just blurts out what is on her mind, no pretenses, no games.
I like it. I like it a lot.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll still fit inside of you,” I assure her, but damn I know it’s going to be a tight ride and I can’t wait. I’m pushing my pants down when I hear a vibration on her coffee table. Then a second later I hear an alert.
“Shit,” Tabitha mumbles, looking at me with disappointment.
My pager just went off. I look at it, cursing it silently to hell over and over in my mind.
“I could ignore it.” The words come out filled with frustration and anger. For the first time in my life, I am tempted. I’ve always put work first, but with Tabitha work is the last thing on my mind.
“You can’t, Brody. It could be your patient,” she murmurs and I jerk around to look at her.
The disappointment is clear on her face. The frustration and the hunger are there too. Still, she’s encouraging me to answer my beeper. This is why Tabitha is the one… Wel
l, this is just one of the reasons she’s the one. She understands that my job just isn’t a job. She’s even encouraging me and in doing so she demolished any remaining issues I had. I pull my pants back up and fasten them quickly and then I pull her into my arms, kissing her hard.
Tabitha doesn’t try to turn away, even though she has to taste her pussy all over me. If anything she kisses me so hungrily that it’s hard to remember I have to call and see what the hospital wants. I pray it’s just a question, but my gut tells me it’s more. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be getting inside of Tabitha soon either way and once I do…
She’s never getting away.
Chapter Thirteen
Tabitha
“You’re being really quiet today, Tabberoni.”
I stop looking out the window and look back at Brody. Brody. The man who is so good looking he could be in magazines or on book covers. Brody, who gave me the best orgasm in my life and he did it with his mouth. Brody who is driving us to meet my family and is going to pretend to be in love with me.
That Brody.
The same Brody who I wish was in love with me… because I think I could be in love with him.
I shake off that thought and try and concentrate on the here and now. I’m worrying about how this weekend is going to go, so it’s not easy.
“No. You are not allowed to even repeat that nickname again, Brody Miner.”
“What? It’s a great name! You love pepperoni pizza so calling you Tabb—”
“If you say it again, I’m getting out of this car and facing my family alone,” I warn him—hoping he doesn’t call my bluff.
“So another hard no,” he answers. He’s staring at the road, but I watch as his lips spread into a smile.
“You’re such a goofball,” I laugh. “And here I thought Dr. Brody Miner was all business and didn’t have a personality.”
“Is that really what you thought?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“You have a reputation for being very short with the staff at the hospital, especially the nurses. Besides, do I need to remind you how you were with me before my sister showed up. God, I still can’t believe you agreed to all this. It’s embarrassing as heck.”
“Do you see me complaining? Considering what’s happening between us, I’m happy as fuck your sister showed up,” he says.
“Happy as fuck?” I giggle. “I hope you don’t use that kind of language on your patients.”
“I save it for people I like playing doctor with,” he says with a smirk. He turns to look at me as he says the words—probably so I could see how cocky he looks when he says them—and then turns back to the road.
“Whatever,” I answer, because I’m not sure what to say in response to be honest.
“And I will have you know, I worked hard to get my reputation at work.”
“You worked hard to get to be known as Dr. Asshole?”
“Is that what they call me?” he asks sounding mildly interested.
“Pretty much. There are a few more colorful ones, but that’s the gist of it really.”
“I’ll take it,” he shrugs. “I’m cordial, but I don’t have time to socialize. Most nurses spend their time coming on to me and not doing their work. I call them on their shit. The others seem professional and I’m not going to sugar coat things for them when they mess up. They learn nothing that way and honestly people’s lives are in their hands—they need to be conscientious.”
“I’m a nurse. I’m conscientious, believe it or not. When I’m already having a bad day, the last thing I need is a doctor to jump down my throat.”
“I—”
“I’m just saying that there’s a way to be professional and kind.”
We get to a red light just as I tell him that and I can feel his gaze on me. It heats my skin like a physical touch. I resist the urge to turn and face him.
“Point made, Nurse Riley. I’ll try and do better,” he replies surprising me. I look over at him and he’s smiling at me. “I like that you stand up to me, gorgeous. Not many do.”
“I have to admit I like when you call me gorgeous—even if you are lying.”
“I’m not, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous. You’re so damn beautiful you make my teeth hurt.”
“Your teeth hurt?”
“Because I want to bite into you, mark you. Eat you so that your taste is always on my tongue. Possess you, own you… you can take your pick really.”
“I think I should be scared,” I whisper, because the intensity in his face could almost burn me.
“But you’re not?” he asks, his dark eyes boring into me.
“No…”
“What are you, Tabby?” he asks, and his voice is so rough and dark it feels like a physical touch that grazes over my skin igniting my nerve endings and making me feel more alive than I’ve ever been in my life.
Suddenly I don’t mind the nickname Tabby. I don’t mind it all, as long as it’s Brody.
“Excited…” I whisper.
He starts to lean into me, his hand going into my hair and I know he’s going to kiss me and I can’t wait. I need his kiss. It seems like forever since I’ve been in his arms, even if it hasn’t. Just as his lips get to mine a car horn blares behind us.
“Cock blocked by a damn green light,” he grumbles under his breath, pulling my head into his neck and kissing the top of it. I breathe in his scent, his cologne doing nothing to calm my heart rate. I don’t know what he uses, but that man smells so good he should be illegal.
“I don’t think your cock was involved in a kiss,” I murmur against his neck, tasting the saltiness there and closing my eyes to savor everything that is Brody Miner.
“I don’t suppose I could interest you in stopping at a motel for a couple of hours?”
Yes! My heart cries. But I don’t say that. I’m nervous about making love with Brody, even after what happened on my sofa last night.
“We’d be late for the rehearsal and dinner,” I respond, hating myself for not just letting go.
Brody sighs and the man behind us blows his horn again. He disengages from me with a sigh and begins driving. I lean against the back of my seat with a deep breath.
“Someday soon, Tabitha Riley, I’m going to have you. You need to reconcile yourself to that.”
I don’t say anything. I’m not sure what to say. My emotions are all over the place. I want Brody more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. The problem is that when he’s had enough of me, I don’t know if I’ll survive. Men like Brody aren’t looking to settle down, and even if they do it would never be with someone like me. I don’t know if I could survive going into work every day and seeing him once whatever this is, was over. I really couldn’t work beside him easily. It would just be too weird.
I stare out my window and just keeping thinking about everything and wondering how everything suddenly got so complicated.
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Chapter Fourteen
Brody
“Stop being nervous, it’s going to be fine,” I tell Tabitha, leaning down to whisper it in her ear. She’s holding my hand. Actually, she has it in a death grip that gets tighter and tighter as we near the table. It’s an upscale French restaurant, which surprises me. It doesn’t seem to fit Tabitha’s style. I’m still learning things about Tabitha, I do know she prefers Italian food, she'd rather have a hamburger than steak and she has a love/hate affair with bread. She whines that bread goes straight to her ass. It’s an ass I happen to like, so I find myself making sure she always has bread with each meal.
A man has to have priorities.
“You haven’t met my family,” she whispers, so much tension in her voice that I can’t stand it.
I stop walking. I don’t think Tabitha notices until she’s tugging on my hand and I’m not moving, she looks back at me in complete surprise.
“Are you regretting your decision now?” she asks with even more panic showing on her face.
/> “I am,” I tell her, and then I jerk on her hand and she stumbles into me, I wrap my free hand around her back and hold her to me. She looks up at a me with her face full of shock. “I’m regretting the fact that I didn’t find a hotel on the way down here and fuck you senseless. Then maybe, you wouldn’t have this terrified look on your face.”
Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open with shock—which works out well because I take her mouth with a hunger that I’ve honestly never felt before in my life. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a crowded restaurant, I could care less that I’m about to meet her family. If they make her this upset, they’re not worth my time. With any luck the ex-boyfriend will see me kissing her and understand it for what it is:
A stamp of ownership.
I make sure Tabitha knows it too. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, not with the intent to softly make her want me, I plunder her mouth, taking it over and owning it. It’s unlike any kiss that we’ve shared and any other kiss I’ve ever given. It’s meant to take her out of her head and make her realize that none of this shit matters, that she has me. When we break apart and that glassy look of panic has disappeared from her beautiful eyes and in its place is a heat that I can literally feel. When she brings her shaking hands up to her lips and touches them, her gaze never leaving mine I’m pretty sure I’ve done what I set out to do.
“Damn,” she whispers softly and it makes me smile. I like it, so much so, that I reach down and give her a quick kiss again. At least it was meant to be quick, one savory taste of Tabitha’s sweet mouth and the kiss deepens, much slower this time.
“Really you two, you’re making a scene! The last thing I need to have here is a scandal. Besides, this is your sister’s night Tabitha you should have more care and concern.”
