Saving Forever - Part 7: Medical Romance (hot doctors)

by Lexy Timms

  "Did you guys separate or..."

  "Yeah. We separated and then he came after me full force. He didn't want the divorce, so he courted me all over again. It was wicked fun and let me tell you girl, the sex was insanely hot." She smiled and Julie laughed.

  "I'd love something insanely hot. We both have gotten so busy here that there just hasn't been time for us." She blushed, embarrassed to be sharing that with someone at the hospital.

  "Then go through with what you feel you need to, but if there’s a spark between you, make him work for it. It's fun. I promise. Helps heal the wound and reminds you that what he did is all on him, not because you weren't enough or all that he needs. Men are ignorant and think with their cocks most days of the week. Forgive him, but only when it's time, and if that time never comes... let him go."

  "Yeah, you're right." Julie tapped the table a few times, thinking through how fun it was when she and Simon first met. He was relentless. Would he be now if she let him know there was a small spark of hope still inside of her? Was there a spark?

  She stood and picked up her soup before smiling down at Leah. "Thanks. I needed that conversation."

  "Anytime kiddo. Hang in there. It will get better."

  Julie walked toward the large double doors that led from the cafeteria and pitched her full cup of soup in the trashcan. It was too early to work on things with Simon in terms of saving their marriage, but giving in to a little bit of carnality with no strings attached didn't sound like the worst idea she'd had lately. He was still her husband and the attraction was definitely still alive, at least in her own mind.

  She forged her courage and walked toward his office, not exactly sure what she wanted from him, but realizing that Leah's story could be her own if she let it. The future she saw still contained a long life with the sorry bastard and loads of kids that they could raise together. If she were to switch places with him, would she want another chance?

  Of course she would.

  Maybe he would be willing to take a blood test to ensure that he didn't pick something up from Pam. Whether anything resurrected between Julie and her wayward husband, one thing was for sure - nothing was happening without knowing that he was clean and free of anything Pam might be toting around. The woman was known for being loose.

  Julie shivered at the thought of Simon with her, but swallowed the image and tapped on his office door.

  "Come in." His voice was husky.

  She poked her head in to see him putting away his gym bag. A light sheen of water covered his forehead from his damp hair and his skin was reddened from his exertion. He’d been to the gym and showered already.

  "Just me. Do you have a minute?" She walked in and closed the door behind her without waiting for his reply.

  "For you? Anything." He slid his hands into the back pockets of his scrubs, accenting the thick swell of his chest as his lip lifted in a sexy smile.

  She kept her emotions on lockdown, not ready to give him anything in terms of her willingness to maybe, possibly, consider something besides divorce. He looked so damn good and smelled even better, having just showered, or so it appeared due to the wetness that clung to his dark hair. "I know this is none of my business..." She paused, looking for the right words.

  He moved from around the desk and stopped in front of her, not touching her, but moving in closer. "Ask anything. I want to be an open book for you. What I did was the biggest mistake of my life, Jules. I'd give anything, including my career, to take it back."

  She ignored the pleading in his voice and forced a tight facade of indifference on her face. "Right. So, as a doctor, I just can't stop wondering if you had blood tests done to ensure that whatever Pam has racing through her veins isn't now living in yours."

  His eyebrow lifted. "Of course I did. I'm clean and she is too."

  "Good to know." Julie turned and walked to the door as Simon's hand wrapped around her arm.

  "And you care because you're a doctor?"

  She glanced over her shoulder. "Yes, and because if I need a good fuck sometime before our divorce, I figure I might as well use you. You know what I like and how I like it. Simple." She shrugged, almost enjoying the look of shock on his face. Pulling from his grasp, she took the phone from her pocket and let out a soft growl. "I'm needed in the OR."

  His phone buzzed as well. "Looks like the hard fuck will have to wait."

  She chuckled and shook her head. "I said if. I'm praying someone else who reminds me of you shows up before that day comes."

  "Harsh," he whispered and touched the small of her back as they moved out into hall. "Nice to know he would have to remind you of me, though."

  "Don't read too much into it, really." She turned the corner and pushed open the doors before jogging down and walking into the OR. Three nurses moved toward them quickly and helped to prepare them for surgery.

  "Talk to us, Marge." Simon glanced up at Julie as one of the nurses put his gloves on. He glanced down at them and mouthed, “I could wear these and spank you.”

  She rolled her eyes and moved into the room as Marge filled them in. Fifty-year-old male, motorcycle accident.

  "His brain is swelling from what we can tell and his blood pressure’s off the charts," another nurse barked out as they moved into action together.

  The fluidity of working together was just part of the deal after having been intimate with each other in and outside of the hospital for so long.

  "Jules, clamp off the bleeding and I'll work to remove a small piece of the skull to allow the brain to expand as it wishes." Simon moved into action and Julie couldn't help but finish up her part of the job and watch him closely.

  The regal structure of his facial features left nothing to be desired in terms of beauty. He was beyond handsome and it wasn't a wonder why Pam or any other woman in the hospital wasn't praying for their turn with the badass lead surgeon who only wanted her. Or supposedly he did.

  She let her wayward thoughts go and slipped further into the good times they'd experienced together. There had been so few dark spots on their years together that it was easy for her to grasp the idea of giving him another chance.

  Julie walked around the table and took the gauze from the nurse nearest him, dabbing at the patient’s head and helping to clean up the mess. Her actions put her directly against Simon and she pressed her breast against the back of his arm and leaned over a little.

  "Good job. Turn and do a forty-five degree. It’ll help in the repair." She winked at him and his eyes widened a little. The nurses moved about them like old hens with their feathers ruffled. Julie couldn't help but relax even more as she watched the skill by which he worked. He was completely in his element and something about it reminded her why she was crazy about him. He was everything she was striving to be in the OR. He was the example set before her and his skill and demeanor were unmatched.

  "You’re turning me on," he grumbled softly and stopped the blade, glancing over his shoulder and looking up at her as he licked at his lips. "Not fair."

  "Nothing ever is. Get done." She nodded back to the patient and leaned in, dabbing at his wound a little more. She wasn't doing anything a nurse wouldn't have done out of necessity to assist with the bleeding, but maybe she was being a little ballsy in her method of getting the job done.

  She moved away from him as he wrapped up the surgery. He was walking the nurses through the wrap up and final preparations to allow the patient to rest. Julie walked into the wash room and let one of the younger nurse’s help remove her gloves.

  "Thank you." Julie scrubbed up as she stifled a smile. Maybe the key to healing from all of the shit Simon had put her through was to tease him mercilessly and see if he survived. If he did... maybe there was still hope that he could be a good man. That he could be her man. Right?

  He walked into the room and she glanced up. A chuckle left her as he pinned her with a hot stare. "What the hell was that? Trying to give me a heart attack and have Mr. Jones lose his life?" Simon moved in be
side her and bumped her with his hip, knocking her over a little.

  "No. I wasn't doing anything anyone else wouldn't have done. Don't make more out of it than you should." She shrugged and reached for a few paper towels. Everyone had moved back into the OR to clean up and prep the patient for recovery.

  "Yeah, but it's you. Having you anywhere near drives me insane." He stood up and grabbed a few paper towels too. "I know we're not good at all, but if you need me... if you want me to spend the night with you... all you need to do is barely hint at it and I'll slam into you with more force than you know what to do with."

  Hot desire tore down the center of her stomach and rolled through her with violence. She stifled a moan and nodded at him, ignoring the blistering need to have him throw her against the wall and show her he knew exactly what to do to remind her who she belonged to.

  "Right. Sounds fun. I'll keep you in mind should the need come up." She winked and walked into the hall as he jogged up next to her, pressing his hand down the front of his scrubs.

  "Please do. Nothing like spending the rest of my day trying to hide a raging hard-on because of you." He licked at his lips again and smiled at her.

  The sound of Pam's voice pushed her desire and bred rage out of it within a split second.

  "Pathetic," the busty blond grumbled and gave Julie a nasty look.

  Keep walking. Ignore it. Don't...

  Something deep inside of her snapped and she spun on her heel and bolted after the plastic bitch. A good handful of hair later, and Pam was jerked back toward her. The sound of Simon yelling at them did nothing but fuel her on.

  Julie reared back and let two punches fly in quick succession before sweeping the nasty whore's legs out from underneath her. Strong hands pulled Julie back up as she went to the floor to lay a few more punches on the HR rep.

  "You nasty, sick, piece of shit bitch," Julie spat at her. "I'll kill you if you say anything to me again."

  She was dragged into a small exam room by someone and forced away from the one place she wanted to be – in that bitch’s face as her nose poured blood.

  "Get off of me." Julie whirled around, ready to beat Simon's ass too.

  Chapter 10

  Nothing could have prepared him for Julie's reaction to Pam being a stupid tart. The woman had to have known Julie wasn't the docile sad creature everyone was making her out to be. She could be vicious when she needed to be. Back a cat into a corner and the claws are going to come up. He grinned. Never had he met anyone who was more determined to succeed at life than his wife was.

  The scene before him shocked him into a stony silence. His heart raced at the thought of Julie getting hurt in the brawl, but by the look of things, she was going to kill Pam if he didn't get a hold of her, and quickly.

  He moved forward, sliding his arms under hers as she swung powerfully over and over. Her long chestnut hair had come loose from its bun and the movement of her kicking and screaming brought way more attention than she would be okay with if she were in her right mind.

  Simon looked around for somewhere to take her and decided the first room available would have to do. He forced the door open and released her as she spun around and pinned him with a hard stare.

  There was very little time to get the door locked before she charged at him, anger and passion in her eyes as her fist pelted into his chest. He grabbed her hands and locked her to him as she kicked at his shins over and over.

  "I hate you! I hate both of you! How dare you ruin my life? Steal everything I had planned and for what?" She screamed louder, the sound of it tearing his heart in half. "And for what?"

  "Julie, calm down. It's okay. I'm right here." He moved back just a little to try and get out of her direct line of attack.

  She pushed with more force. "I don't want you here. Go out there and take care of your whore. I don't know what I was thinking... that we could work this out." She jerked her hand from him and slapped him in the face hard. "That I could let you into my bed, to share my body with you. I'm sick."

  He grabbed her hand again and moved her backward, putting his force into action and shoving her tightly against the wall. He trapped her legs between his as he pressed his feet around hers.

  "Stop it! Don’t give her the satisfaction of her murmuring a few words and then sending you into a frenzy. I feel nothing for her. I only love you, and whether you care to know this or not, every time I was with her, all I could see was you."

  She head-butted him, crashing into his cheek and barely missing his nose. He growled in pain and pressed himself against her again before grabbing her chin with his hand.

  "Stop attacking me or I'm going to put you on the ground." His body was on fire to strip her down and fuck her good and hard right there to remind her that he wasn't some limp dick moron. He made a mistake, but there was plenty of angst left in him over what wasn't happening in their marriage over the last two years to blister her body with his unmet desire.

  "Fuck you," she growled at him and tugged one of her legs free. She wrapped it around him and he watched as something changed in her expression, but only slightly. Whatever small ounce of lust worked its way into the moment, he was ready to exploit it.

  "Yeah. Fuck me." He moved quickly, grabbing her by the back of the thighs and forcefully grinding against her center as her other leg wrapped around him.

  He ignored the painful throb in the side of his face and pressed his lips to hers in a long, hard kiss. She slid her arms around his neck and undulated against his erection, the feel of her in his arms again leaving him frantic for more.

  Simon turned and dropped her on the exam table, setting her down and ripping her shirt off as she tugged at his. He helped her and threw the damn thing halfway across the room before tearing at her bra. He bent down and sucked one of her pretty pink nipples deep into his mouth, his hand wrapped around the perfect swell of her breast as he kneaded it.

  His fingers grazed down her pants and reached for her panties, patting a little as she leaned back and lifted her hips. She was needy – far beyond. Maybe the desire for passion wasn't just his, but hers as well.

  He moved quickly, tugging her scrubs and hot, thin, pink panties down, trying hard not to say too much. He didn't want to break the spell they were under, and by the shiny wetness of her sex, she needed this.

  "Fuck." He turned her like she was a rag doll, making sure to keep her upper body comfortable on the table. Flipping the stirrups, he put her feet in them and moved to his knees, leaning in and rolling his tongue across the center of her.

  She came up off the bed, her fingers sliding into his hair as she half sat up and groaned loudly. "Fuck, yes. More." She tugged his mouth back to her center and he gave her everything he had, licking and sucking until she tensed and buckled only moments later. The sound of her coming almost pushed him over the edge.

  Tears of gratitude dotted his vision and he forced them back. Knowing that he might have a snowball’s chance in hell to be with her again left him breathless.

  Having her shaky below him from a deep orgasm caused something to break open inside of him. Hope perhaps.

  He tugged down his scrubs and dragged her hips toward him, not waiting another minute to force himself deep inside of her.

  "Simon, wait..." She lifted her hand and he pushed it away, ramming deep inside of her as he groaned.

  "You need this. I'm giving it to you." He rocked against her tightness as every cell in his body woke up. "You're so fucking hot, baby. So incredible."

  "Harder," she groaned and slid her fingers up her lithe frame to squeeze her own breasts. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, knowing he was sure to come within seconds if he watched her enjoy herself much more.

  He slid his hand up her chest and latched on to the base of her throat as he leaned over to cover her mouth with his. She whimpered into his assault, her legs moving up to wrap around his back as he forced long deep thrusts into her.

  "Feels good, doesn't it, Jules." He brushed her hair back
and licked at her mouth as tears filled her eyes. "No. Stay right here."

  He buried his face against the side of her neck and reached down to cup her perfect ass. No way he was letting her mind pull her from the passion of the moment.

  She groaned and he knew he was pounding into her spot. He rocked against it over and over until he felt her body swell with anticipation. Standing back up, he held her tightly and bent his knees a little before letting loose on her.

  The beautiful girl who had stolen his heart as a boy still very much had it. As her back arched and she screamed her release, he joined her, his eyes feasting on every inch of her perfect body as he came.

  "Insane how beautiful you are." He slid his hand up her stomach and through her breasts before cupping her face and lifting her to look at him. "I love you with every bit of me. No matter what you decide. You need to know that."

  He rocked against her wetness a few more times before finally pulling out. He immediately lamented over losing the warmth of her body.

  She turned on her side and let out a soft cry before her body began to shake.

  "Baby..." He moved in behind her and leaned over, hugging her as she cried. Sex sounded like the perfect remedy to calm her down and it was her idea, or so it seemed that way.

  Now that she was breaking down in front of him, he wasn't so sure.

  "Leave me alone, please," she cried out through her tears.

  "What? No! I'm not leaving you like this. You're out of your mind."

  She swatted him hard, anger in her gaze as she looked back at him. "Lock the fucking door and get out. Now!"

  He stumbled back, not entirely sure what to think. Everything inside of him screamed for him to stay there and take care of her. She was naked and covered in the evidence of their passion for crying out loud. Who left someone like that?

  "Julie."