by Aliyah Burke
His breath hitched when it hit him who was coming closer. He crossed his arms and leaned against the side of his car. She pulled up behind him, shut off the engine, and climbed out.
He grinned and stared at the woman before him. She came to me. He sauntered toward her, loving the way her jeans formed to her legs and butt. “Morning, sexy.”
She glared at him and slammed the door shut. “Don’t call me that.”
“Okay,” he said. “Do you prefer gorgeous? Beautiful? Stunning?”
“Dr. Glazer.”
The chill from her voice washed over him. “So, this isn’t a social call where you take me up on my offer from last night?”
Her gaze burned away the frostbite her tone had given him. Had she the power, he’d be up in flames.
“Oh, that’s exactly why I am here.”
He blinked. “What?” Am I hearing things? His cock thickened and pushed against his pants. “You are?”
She focused on him and closed the distance. “Yes. Did I surprise you? Or was your offer last night just talk?”
His cock was ready to revolt if he sent her away. “I’m surprised, yes, but no, it wasn’t just talk. You don’t like me; that’s obvious. Why are you here?”
“I want to get you out of my system. This doesn’t change anything between us. I just…just… Oh, never mind. If you’re not on board, I will go somewhere else.”
He had her between him and his car in the space of a blink. “No, you’re not.” The possessiveness racing over him at the thought of her in another’s arms, he stuck that in the back of his mind. “You want no-strings sex; I can do that.”
“I also don’t want it all over town.”
“What would people say if they knew your vehicle was here?” He stared at her lips, wanting to bite the plumpness. Suckle on it.
“Probably assume I came to yell at you for coming to bother my father.” Her tongue snuck out between her lips, taunting him. Teasing him.
“And this yelling?” He smoothed his hand along the skin of her belly. “It can be done inside? In a bed or against a wall?”
“Would be better that way,” she said, the palms of her hands plastered against the hood of his phantom black pearl Audi S6. “Then, again, the hood of your car would work, as well.”
“Trust me, Mellie,” he rasped. “The neighbors would get way too much of a view if I took you on the hood of my car and right now. I have no wish to share your body with them as I explore. But, if you wish to be an exhibitionist later on, I will go along with that.”
Her slender body trembled beneath him. Toby glanced around and helped her toward the front door.
Part of him recognized and acknowledged this was not the smartest thing he’d done in his life. However, more of him, the part that was winning, accepted he was being ruled by visceral lust. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he hauled her flush to his chest, slammed his mouth on hers, and took what he’d wanted since he laid eyes on her in the clinic.
Her taste flooded him. Mandarin oranges. Never had he been more enamored with a flavor. It surged over his taste buds, and he groaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her curves deeper into his body.
He cupped her breast and plucked at her nipple with two fingers. She whimpered. He did it again.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mellie.”
She threaded her hand though the hair at the back of his neck. “I sure as hell didn’t come to talk.”
He shoved her shirt up, bunching it in one fist as he turned them so the wall was at her back. Her bra, a dusky rose, covered firm breasts. Need crawled along his skin akin to electricity dancing through a wire. He broke free from her tempting lips to possess a breast.
Her gasp…fuel to his fire. Dipping his head, he pushed away the lace with his tongue until it crossed her turgid nipple. Another tremor shook her as she clamped a hand to the back of his head.
“Fuck, yeah,” she drawled.
He flicked the front clasp, freeing her globes. He palmed her, tweaking the nipple as he continued to suckle on the other. Her nails bit into his head like a carnivore holding its bone.
Toby forced himself to stop and held her gaze. Her plump lips glistened as she panted through them.
“Upstairs.”
His voice so low and rasped even he didn’t fully recognize it.
“Let’s go.” Her reply, breathy.
Retaining his hold on her shirt, he backed to the stairs, bringing her along. The sight of her breasts exposed, one nipple slick from his administrations, shot iron through his cock.
“I’m”—he kissed her hand—“going to enjoy this.” Another kiss. She leaned into him, her hands working on his pants as they ascended.
Step by step. Their lips connected, he moved backwards, nearing his bedroom. She’d undone his pants by the time they stumbled through the door. He booted it shut and yanked her shirt over her head. Her heeled sandals and jeans followed to land on the floor.
He drank his fill, jerking his own shirt off as he kicked free of his slacks.
He saw her divest herself of the blue thong and joined her at the halfway point. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tangle of tongues. He lifted her, widened her legs, and speared her with his cock.
“Oh, yes!”
Her snug pussy gripped his cock with wet heat. A possessive growl rumbled up from his throat. Using the wall at her back, he began powering into her. Her legs tight around his waist, she slipped her hand between them and rubbed her clit. The walls around his dick flexed and rippled.
He buried his face in her neck and fucked her, his hands playing with her nipples, plucking and pinching as she raked her nails along his back. It was raw. Explosive. Molecular and passionate.
With a cry, she came, covering his cock with her cream. He pistoned into her five more times before shooting his seed deep inside her. Keeping them connected, he carried her to his bed.
“I’m going to start all over again; this time, taking it slow,” he promised. “I’m going to make you scream my name and beg for release.”
Her answer was a sexy grin and hooking her right leg over his shoulder. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Toby lay in bed a few hours later, stroking himself—once again hard—as she dressed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
She zipped up her jeans, her expression closed off.
“Leaving. I have work.” She stared in the mirror and ruffled her hair before clipping it up with a hair accessory she pulled from her pocket.
“Then, what was this?” He released himself and crossed his arms.
“A fuck.” She reached for her shirt and hid her bra from his gaze. Brisk, efficient movements were used as she buttoned up.
“So, that’s it?”
“Yes.” Bending down to swipe her heeled sandals, she then walked out of the room.
Tossing on a pair of sweats, he hurried down where he found her on one foot putting on her shoe. He positioned himself against the door, blocking her exit.
“One more thing,” she said, grasping the handle as if he weren’t in her way.
She smelled like his soap after the shower they’d shared, and he loved it. Made her his in a way. “What would that be?” How pissed would she be if I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her back up to bed?
Mellie leaned close, breasts brushing his chest. “Stay away from my father.” She pulled open the door and slipped away.
Fuck.
Later that afternoon, he sat at the picnic table in the yard. Across from him, with lunch between them, sat Vicki, whose highly amused expression made him regret telling her.
“Now, let me get this straight,” Vicki said around the bite of salami sandwich in her mouth. “You’ve fucked Melinda Glazer. Dr. Melinda Glazer?”
“Why are you so shocked by that?”
She sipped her drink, lips curling around the straw, still holding a ghost of a smile. “Tryin’ to figure out how it happened.�
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He smirked. “Surely, it hasn’t been so long you’ve forgotten?”
“Cobwebs, Toby. Fucking cobwebs. Around here, there’s just no one I’d like to have wipe them out. Then, there’s the badge. I don’t need to do anything to disrespect it.” She chuckled, elbows off the table. “Before you told me about you the doc, I had contemplated asking you to help shake them out. Especially, since I don’t have to go through the wondering period with you. I know how you are. Not now, I recognize that look.”
He swigged some beer. “What look would that be? And, I’m grateful you don’t think fucking me would be disrespectful.”
She rolled her eyes. “Infatuation. Whatever happened between you two, it’s serious. And, with you…” A shake of her head, and the humid air stirred the escapee strands of her hair from the severe bun. “It is not my business. I’m staying out of it.”
“We’re friends, Vicki. Say your piece.”
Wadding up her trash, she stood. “I know you’re a businessman now, Toby. Just…we like this town how it is. Please consider that. If we wanted bigger, more congestion, pollution, and crime—you know what comes with growing by leaps and bounds—we would move to one. Or Cottonwood Falls would already be there. We like the clean air and small-town life. I like not being busy with shootings or worse.” Her eyes overflowed with compassion and a bit of sympathy. “I’m sorry you have lost your love of our town.” A brilliant smile completely changed her visage. “I see the rest of The A-Team are arriving. I’m getting out of the way of what is sure to be a good number of law violations. Catch ya later.”
She sauntered back to her squad car, exchanging raunchy comments with the guys.
“What’s up?” Bobby set a case of beer on the table. “You hooking up with Vicki again?”
Toby drank the rest of his open beer and reached into the box for another. “Nope,” he commented over the pfft the can made as he opened it.
There was another woman who had his attention in Cottonwood Falls. When he wanted something, he had the reputation of being relentless. And, he craved Mellie.
***
“You are supposed to be taking it easy, Papa,” Melinda said as she flipped through the chart of her next patient.
“What is me sitting here in my office going to do? Tax me further?”
“Yes,” she said, leveling a glare at him. “You know, as do I, that the only reason you’re here is because Mama is out of the house. She wouldn’t have let you leave and drive here on your own. You’re not supposed to be around germs.”
“This is my practice,” he reminded her.
“Yes, sir. I’m well aware of that. Just like I’m well aware you are supposed to be home, resting. I came back to this town to work here in order to help you, so you didn’t have to travel in and do it. So, get up, go home, and let me do that.”
“You know you’re bossy.”
She nodded even as she bent to press a kiss to his cheek. “I know, just like Mama. Go home, Papa.”
“Will you tell her?”
“I won’t have to, if you don’t hurry; she’ll beat you there.” She made her way to the door. “Love you.” A brief wave, and she left him there. “Janelle,” she called out as she headed for the exam room holding her next patient.
“Yes, Dr. Glazer?”
“If my father isn’t out of here in the next ten minutes, come get me, please.”
“Will do, Doctor.”
She knocked on the door. “Thanks, Janelle.” Opening it, she stepped in. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Laps. How are you and Trixie doing this lovely day?”
Mrs. Laps held the leash of her Jack Russell and smiled. “It’s so good to have you home, Melinda. Oops, I’m sorry, I mean Dr. Glazer.”
She crouched to pet the aging pup on the head. “You taught me in second grade, Mrs. Laps; feel free to call me Melinda, if you so desire. Now, Marcus said you had some concerns about Trixie here. What’s going on?”
The rest of her day went pretty much the same. Check-ups, a few minor stitchings, a litter for tail docking. Much more laid back than most of the days she’d experienced at the emergency clinic she’d been at before returning to Cottonwood Falls.
“Would you like to join us for a drink tonight?” Janelle asked as they were closing up.
Melinda smiled. “Maybe some other night. I have to finish unpacking my things; well, start, actually. It was delivered today. But, thank you, and I will definitely take a rain check.”
“See you tomorrow,” Janelle called as she waved over her shoulder.
“Night.”
Melinda locked the door behind her and retreated to the office where she sat at her father’s desk. She smoothed a hand over the top of it. “I remember wanting to sit behind here so much as a child.” How things have changed. Now, she wanted her father to be back there and not fighting the biggest battle of his life.
She finished up her paperwork and walked out, taking a moment to cast a lingering glance behind her. Shutting off the lights, she exited the building, set the alarm, and locked the doors again.
As she went to her vehicle, she wondered how it would be living in the small one-bedroom place. Her parents had offered her the room she’d grown up in, but she didn’t want to be an imposition and figured, if she were close, she could still help out but not be in their hair. And, sometimes, she could send her mama to her place for a break.
“All of which is predicated on me emptying out those damn boxes I know are stacked in the house.”
She drove away, only to stop a few miles down the road and turn around. “Gods, I can’t even remember how to get to my new place.” Shaking her head at her craziness, she laughed aloud when she passed the cop car for the second time in a matter of minutes and Tim who leaned against the door beneath the lights of the parking lot. He waved and gave her a wink.
Pulling into her new drive, she parked by the house. The outside light shone through the approaching darkness. She dug in her purse for her new key she’d picked up on her way to work. You mean after you were fucked so delightfully by Toby? That was one way to put it. She didn’t need to think about him or his long, thick cock. The pleasure he had given her. She whimpered. Nor did she need to relive the abrading of his scruff along her tender inner thighs right before he blew her mind with how thoroughly he ate her pussy.
“Oh, damn,” she uttered, unlocking the door and stepping inside her new digs.
The movers had done a great job. She had a path to walk through in order to get to each room. She bumped the door closed with her hip and waded through the maze to the room she’d chosen for her bedroom. They’d put her bed together, which she loved seeing. She’d showered and changed at the clinic so there was no need now. But, she did want to have on something cooler to begin unpacking. So, she exchanged jeans for shorts, popped in her ear buds and attached her iPod to her arm then got to work.
At eleven-thirty, she stopped to get a drink. Her bed had sheets and blankets on it, clothing had been put away, and the boxes were all broken down. Now, she was in the kitchen, trying to make some semblance of order. She loved cooking and wanted her kitchen to rights. Jamming to Talking Heads, she frowned when a knock came to the door. Turning down the music a little, she danced to the door and opened it.
“You.”
Her heart tripled in speed as she stared at the man outside her place.
His grin covered her skin in flames and had her contemplating dirty, nasty things. With him. “Hot and sweaty, just how I like you. Although, it would be better if I’d been the reason you were this way.”
“What do you want, Latner?”
His gaze raked her body, and she looked down at the torn shirt that hung off one shoulder and shorts that barely covered her ass. She flicked her stare to his crotch, not shocked but hungry for the rigid length resting blatantly there.
“You naked in my arms and my cock buried balls deep inside you.”
She turned off her music. “At what point did you think this was
going to be a common thing? Us fucking?”
“Since you showed up at my house.” He stepped forward, and she retreated the same amount. He was inside before she knew it and had closed the door behind him.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because we lit it up,” he said, reaching out and hooking his finger in the cutout collar of her shirt.
She crossed her arms. “It doesn’t matter how good we were together; I’m not selling my father’s business to you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Is that what you think this is about?”
“What else would it be?” He jerked her closer, and she gulped at the heat of his body along hers. “You want his practice for your big expensive eyesore.”
“I am not here because of work. I’m here because I want you. End of story.”
His blunt response had her pausing. She searched his face, unable to find hint of any deceit or chicanery. “Why?”
“Are you going to question everything?” He nibbled along her jaw, shooting sparks from live wires through her system.
“Yes.” Her response, all breathy and needy.
“Any way I can stop that?”
“Making me too tired to talk would be a way.” Her hands burned with desperation to slide along his skin.
“You have a bed in this mess or should we just go for boxes?”
She gave into to the demand pulsing through her blood and sank her hand into the thick hair at the back of his head. “Start here; go to the bed later.”
“I’m staying for the night,” he vowed.
“I don’t need people talking,” she said, despite cupping him through his jeans.
“Then, try not to scream too loud.” He shoved a hand down the front of her cotton shorts and buried two thick fingers into her wet pussy.
She whimpered, and his grin was pure evil.
“Oh, I think, I know, we can do louder than that.” He added a third, and her welcoming cry of pleasure echoed off the walls. “Better. Much better.” Toby maneuvered them to the couch, which he bent her over the back of as he yanked her shorts down. Spreading her legs, she gasped at the first lap of his tongue along her clit.
