Secret Love (The 4Ever Series Book 2)

by Isabella White

  Holly laughed haughtily. “I might have been in the mood to screw you that night, but it was just the alcohol flowing through my veins. Besides, I took care of that urge the minute I got home, thanks to one of my birthday presents.” She glared at him. “Believe me, it did the trick. Much better than you ever did.”

  “Holly Scallanger, choosing tofu over meat?” Jake spluttered. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

  His shocked expression morphed into something Holly could only describe as wanton lust. He stepped closer, pressing himself tightly against her body. “Give me half an hour and I’ll remind you exactly what I can do to you,” he whispered seductively.

  His scent was overwhelming her senses. His closeness was scrambling her mind. Her heart—the little deceiver that it was—fluttered. She was desperate to clear her throat, but if she did, it would give away how much she wanted him, and then the strong façade she’d just put on would disappear.

  “No thanks. I’m busy,” she replied, biting her lower lip.

  Jake stared at it for a while. His jaw was slightly askew, something that used to drive her insane. His eyes met hers. “You have no idea how fucking crazy you are making me right now,” he whispered.

  “I feel for you, but that’s just too bad,” she replied. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him a few steps back. Bad idea. Her palms tingled from where she’d touched him.

  “Half an hour.”

  “No, Jake. I really need to finish counting stock.”

  “Fine,” he growled. But a devilish grin spread across his face. “Count your stupid stock, then.” And with that, he knocked a whole bunch of bandages off the shelf onto the floor.

  Her frustration turned to irritation, but she stared at him with a straight face. So immature, but so fucking hot.

  “But I promise you, before this day is over, you will be begging me.”

  “Begging you for what, exactly?” she said with a slight flirt in her tone as he turned to leave.

  Stopping, he gave her his sexy chuckle over his shoulder. “To fuck the living daylights out of you, of course.”

  **********

  Fifteen minutes. Fifteen fucking minutes later and she was still standing in the exact same spot, replaying Jake’s last phrase over and over in her mind. To fuck the living daylights out of you, of course.

  She’d imagined what that would look like and, fuck, she really wanted that, and him, so badly. But, if she went in search of him now, everything she was trying so hard to make right, would be for nothing.

  Crouching, she picked up the bandages he’d knocked to the ground and put them back on the shelf. The stock counting continued. Her pocket vibrated, and clicking her tongue, she dug for her phone. One message was displayed. She opened it, but didn’t recognize the number ending with three threes.

  I can’t believe you prefer a piece of fucking rubber over my meat.

  Swallowing hard, she felt her body heat up in seconds. She knew exactly who the message was from.

  Where did you get my number?

  Seconds later, she received a reply.

  Residents have their perks.

  You are not a resident. You are a contractor. Thank heaven for that, she thought.

  Don’t try to change the subject, Holly. Why??

  At first, she wasn’t sure which ‘why’ he referred to. Did he mean about five years ago, or why she’d used a vibrator? In the end, she went with the toy.

  I told you. Tofu does the trick better than you ever did.

  She knew she shouldn’t send it, but she did. Work awaited, so she put her phone down on the shelf. It wasn’t long before it started buzzing. Forcing herself to ignore it, she carried on with the mundane task of inventory. But try as she might, she could not concentrate. Sighing, she picked up her phone again and read the message, her eyes wide.

  How long did it take tofu to make you come?

  What the hell? He’d never talked like this before. What they’d had was explosive, but talk had never been blunt or direct. She wasn’t sure if she liked it, or found it crude. But that one word was driving her insane.

  About half an hour. Not that it’s any of your business, really.

  She hit send before her mind told her to delete it.

  Don’t answer any more messages, she told herself, chucking her phone back onto the shelf. But the word come remained stuck in her head.

  It buzzed again, although she kept on counting. When she realized that she had to count one package twice, she knew it was no use. She picked up her phone.

  Half an hour? I remember giving you like two orgasms in half an hour.

  Why had she even answered him? Fuck! Mentioning using the vibrator had been a complete lie, and now it was biting her in the ass. The saddest part was that she’d absolutely loved every second of having sex with Jake.

  Can’t remember anymore, it was such a long time ago.

  That would put a damper on him replying further. He needed to stop sending messages. Yet her phone went off again.

  I said I’d remind you.

  No thanks, Jake.

  Thankfully, the messages stopped for a while, not that it helped Holly in the least. She struggled to get back into flow of counting, wanting to kick herself for starting this conversation with him. Or, it could be for having rejected him an hour ago. Or both.

  When her phone buzzed again, she smiled and picked it up.

  Okay, let’s try this. I’ve learned a helluva lot more these last four years. And what I now know will drive you insane.

  Holly bit her upper lip.

  Thought your bedroom vocabulary was a little different. Very direct.

  Steering away from the subject at hand, should do the trick if she stuck to his bedside manner.

  You don’t like it?

  She pondered his question.

  Not sure yet.

  Her phoned buzzed again.

  Well… see how it goes, and let me know if anything I say turns you cold.

  Who says I’m not cold now?

  Stop trying to change the subject. I know you are not cold, you weren’t even cold in the stockroom. Thought I’d humor you for whatever is going on inside that head of yours.

  Shit! He’d seen straight through her.

  Fine, whatever.

  In the ten minutes of silence that followed, a part of her felt like crap that she’d tried so hard to reject him. She wanted him, she had always wanted him, and she would always want him. That much she knew. Apparently, so did he.

  The buzzing sound made the crappy feeling disappear immediately.

  You are driving me CRAZY, woman. Stop rejecting me.

  She laughed out loud.

  Stop saying I’m driving you crazy.

  Why? Does it make you crazy knowing that you make me crazy?

  She grunted. It was exactly that. Knowing that she drove him insane was driving her insane. But she wouldn’t give in. She couldn’t, so she sent an LOL.

  You wouldn’t LOL if you knew what I wanted to do with you.

  “Okay, then,” Holly said, taking a deep breath.

  I really don’t care.

  Humor me, Holly.

  Fine, whatever. Let’s hear it.

  Another ten minutes of silence ticked by. She put her phone down, and started counting the syringes again, but as soon as she was done, she picked up her phone. Still no message. She moved on to antibiotics, and once again started the tedious process. After what seemed like hours had gone by, her phone buzzed. Hurriedly scrolling down, her eyes picked out certain words, like fuck here and there, scream and come. It was a long message. Scrolling up to the top, she read the message fully.

  I warned you, so here goes. If you let me, I will show you, slowly, this new thing I can do with my fingers. It drives women crazy.

  First mistake. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Knowing he drove other women crazy wasn’t something she wanted to know. Her stomach roiled. She hated how those words made her feel. But, she decided
to finish reading the whole message, even though he’d completely killed it for her with how he started.

  I’ll fuck you so hard with my fingers, slowly inserting one into your tight wetness. I’ll drive you to the brink of insanity with just one finger, before inserting another one, and another. You’ll have to bite down on your shirt to muffle your moaning and screaming, not that it will help because you’ll be coming so hard from my thumb stroking and gliding over your clit in torturously gentle movements. Your pussy will clench around my fingers when my mouth worships your neck. My teeth will gently ravage your earlobe, and I’ll whisper exactly what you’re doing to me while I’m fucking you with my fingers. You will feel my dick harden against your back, growing so rock hard, you’ll be begging me to bury it deep inside you, in that sexy, breathy voice of yours. But I’ll make you wait. You won’t get my cock until your mind goes blank from my fingers sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, then quicker each time, faster and faster, ramming into you as far as they can go, until that heady butterfly feeling grows inside of you. And as your breath quickens, and you beg me to take you to the moon and back just from what my fingers alone are doing to you, I’ll up the ante, pump faster, until you are dripping wet and your mind shuts down.

  Holly bit her lower lip. What. The. Actual. Fuck? Jake had always been good in bed, but he’d never, not once, spoken to her like that. She couldn’t help but imagine him doing those things to her. Her eyes were huge orbs. What the fuck, she thought again. Another two messages had come through while she’d read the first one. Opening it, she blinked. There was more.

  You will squeal, which will only drive me even more insane.

  He’d added a smiley face with two hearts next to it. She gnawed her upper lip.

  You are going to come. You will beg me to put my rock-hard cock inside of you, beg me to fuck your brains out… but still, I’ll hold off, because my fingers won’t have had enough of your pussy yet.

  Holly did not want to read any further. She was starting to feel flushed, but she couldn’t stop. She needed to know how it would end, even though she was unsure as to how she felt at his choice of words. Truth be told, the feeling in her belly and her hitched breathing answered that. Yet she struggled to admit to herself that she might be a dirty talk kind of girl. As much as she was shocked at Jake’s naughty words, she was enjoying it. She opened the last message.

  You will get that feeling, the one that pulls you in opposite directions, and then you’ll explode, see stars, and my fingers will continue to pump into you, pistoning in and out to the sound of your wetness. I’ll bite down on your neck, slowly sucking your soft skin into my mouth. When your back begins to arch against my body, and you yell through clenched teeth as your pussy convulses around my fingers, I will add my other two fingers, while my thumb strokes your clit, stretching you to the maximum as I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before… until I’ve wrenched as many orgasms out of you as I can before you collapse… until your pussy runs dry.

  That is just the beginning. So, tell me. Are you hot or not?

  Holly licked her lips. She swallowed hard; her throat had become dry. She wanted that so badly, her body wanted that, but she didn’t know if she could go on playing this game anymore. No mistake, she’d loved every single word he wrote, she didn’t even give a shit anymore about him having driven other women crazy with his hands. She just wanted to be one of those women.

  She was desperate to reply that she was burning hot, that she wanted him to fuck her brains out, but she refrained. She wouldn’t. Instead, she sent him one word.

  Impressive.

  His reply was almost immediate. Jeepers, he’s fast!

  Correction. Fucking impressive! There must be something wrong with you if you aren’t turned on, because I’m literally dying over here thinking about doing all of that to you.

  Holly chuckled.

  I need to get back to work. Talk to you later.

  Holly’s last message didn’t prevent Jake from sending her more raunchy messages. All of them involving what he was going to do to her. He started one message off where his fingers slowly slid out of her and he replaced them with his tongue.

  Holly wanted to tell him to come get her, but she stuck with playing hard to get. The messages were almost at the climax. Jake’s words formed images in her mind and she could practically feel everything he was describing. She wouldn’t be able to pretend it wasn’t turning her on. He’d seriously riled her up. She was already about to explode and that was just from dirty text messages.

  Her phone beeped as she made her way from the fourth floor to the fifth. Her face was hot, as if she’d been out in the sun. Aggie looked at her oddly, but Holly waved it off.

  “A/C is out. Dang, but it’s hot.”

  When she reached the fifth floor’s stockroom, she pulled her phone out of her pocket before she started the stock count, and sent Jake a text.

  Still not doing anything for me.

  It’s not over yet, Holly. My tongue will leave your delicious pussy, and I won’t be able to handle your begging anymore. I’ll have no choice but to rip off my scrub pants, pull down my boxers, palm my engorged shaft, and shove it inside you, as far as I can go, then fuck you so hard the entire sixth floor will know someone in the stock room is having hot sex. I’m sure one or two memories are returning now?

  Holly was practically panting but kept her cool when replying.

  I just started with the fifth floor.

  *I’m shaking my head* You’re still fucking cold. I’m not. You are driving me insane, and I fucking have to go attend to a patient now. So, thanks for that, Henry.

  Seeing that name made her laugh. He’d called her that a long time ago.

  Shaking her head, Holly got back to the task at hand. It was already four in the afternoon, and she felt as if she were going to go mad. Often, she ended up counting twice, because she couldn’t get the image of Jake fucking her—the way he’d said he was going to in his messages—out of her head.

  Eventually, she finished with the stockroom. Still no message from Jake. Taking the stairs to the sixth floor, she felt somewhat refreshed when the breeze from the air conditioner washed over her. At least the damn thing was working up here.

  The sound of someone running had her thinking that there might be an emergency. Pushing the heavy door open with both hands, it was suddenly pulled closed in her face from someone behind her. The next thing she knew, she was shoved against the wall, followed by lips crushing down on her, kissing her as if someone’s life depended on it.

  Jake.

  She couldn’t deny her need anymore, so she did the one thing she’d told herself she wouldn’t do. She gave in. Her lips parted and she kissed him back. It was hot and perfect—just like his first kiss, yet this one was angry, and hungry, a kiss she never wanted to end. Where her stock sheets had gone was anybody’s guess. She hadn’t heard anything hit the ground, but they weren’t in her hands anymore, because her hands were now tangled in his hair. Jake gripped her under ass and lifted her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him closer. Jake returned the gesture by grinding his rigid shaft into her core. His hardness against her was spectacular. Her heart raced with desire.

  Both groaned simultaneously. A moan left Holly’s mouth when Jake moved his hips in a circular motion.

  Trying to speak through their kissing, she managed to say, “Jake… We can’t…”

  Jake body tensed, but he didn’t stop.

  “Not here. Someone might walk in on us,” Holly panted.

  Jake stopped, moving his lips to just below her ear, then started laughing. “I fucking hate you right now, you know that?” He looked at her and bit his own lip.

  Holly stared, mesmerized, wanting to touch his lips while he did that, but also wanting to ask him why he hated her, although the answer was pretty clear. She was toying with him today, riling him up, too, she could feel it.

  He surprised her when he said, “We can’t, period. I
have to go to the OR in three minutes for an emergency operation.”

  “You’re fucking kidding me, seriously?”

  He laughed, then nodded. “Let that be a lesson, missy.” Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, he waited until her feet hit the floor, slapped her ass hard, licked his lips, and promptly walked away.

  “How long is the operation?” she asked, as he was about to open the door.

  “About twelve hours, maximum.”

  Bringing her wrist up, she looked at the time. Past four. “With the rate the inventory is going, I might still be here.”

  Chuckling, Jake stated, “I hope for your sake you’re not, because if you are, I’m going to fucking tear you apart.” With a chuckle, he left.

  Tear her apart, indeed. How the fuck was she going to get that image out of her head?

  The sixth floor was a nightmare. Several nurses waltzed in and out to stock up for the night shift. So Holly left them to do their thing, and went to the board to see in which OR Jake was operating. She decided to go and watch, but as she neared, the galley was filled with doctors. Just her luck. Sighing, she went after a cup of coffee and decided to grab some dinner as well, before making her way back to the stockroom, which she managed to finish in record time. She still had three more stockrooms left. Surely, this had to be the longest an intern had ever taken to do the inventory.

  It was obvious that she wasn’t going to be around by the time Jake finished, and she wasn’t going to stall for time, either. Maybe today hadn’t been such a total bust; she hadn’t slept with him, yet, and it was just mainly just kissing… okay, slutty kissing, but it hadn’t progressed to anything beyond that. Who knew if the next time she’d be able to stop herself again. They could have this type of relationship, nothing more, just texts and texts, and perhaps Kate would eventually find the texts. Ugh, she felt crappy again. Why, why did she want him back so badly?