Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem

by B. J. Harvey

“You don’t need to be cocky about having me?”

  “I’m the proudest fucking man in the whole hospital right now. Why do you think I just kissed you like that in the middle of the corridor?” I puff out my chest for added effect. “No fucker in here would dare ask you out now. Me man, you my wo-man.

  “Ah huh,” she says with a laugh. “You could ask me if we’re exclusive. Much easier, don’t you think?” Her brows furrow slightly and I see there is a flicker of concern behind her eyes. I definitely need to reassure her that I only want her.

  I lean down so my lips are brushing against hers again. “But that’s not nearly as much fun now, is it?”

  She smacks my chest playfully and I ease back, finding her hand and tangling my fingers with hers as I turn and walk toward the stairwell.

  She narrows her eyes and looks up at me, adorably confused. God I’m screwed. I already want to kiss her again. What is with that?

  “Where are we going?”

  “I don’t think Greta gave you the full tour of the hospital. I can almost guarantee that you’ve never been where I’m taking you.”

  “Noah, stop for a minute.” She pulls on my arm to stop me. “You’re not going to get in trouble for this, are you? I know we wanted to see each other, but not at the expense of your job, or surgeries or whatever. You’re still on duty.”

  Fuck she’s cute. I zone out just watching her face. It’s so full of expression. I also remember what she looks like when she comes and that is fucking breathtaking in itself.

  “Sweetheart, I’m not going to get into any trouble. I’ve got someone covering for me, and for the next hour or so I’m all yours. And you’re all mine. So how about you stop worrying about everything and let me show you something that is going to blow your mind?”

  Biting her bottom lip, she bites her lip and looks up in contemplation before a slow, gorgeous smile grows on her lips. “Okay, Dr. Taylor. Show me what you’ve got.”

  I snort; I can’t help it. I’m not one to miss innuendo, especially unintentional ones, and after a few moments, Zoe’s cheeks flame bright red.

  Leaning down, I put my arm around her waist and pull her into my side until my mouth is right by her ear. “You’ve seen everything I’ve got and hopefully very soon, I’ll show you it again. But let’s keep it G-rated until we’re upstairs, shall we?”

  “Upstairs?” Her voice goes up an octave and she bounces on the balls of her feet.

  “Man, you’re cute,” I say as I kiss her nose and lead her to the north stairwell.

  “Where are we going? I’m not sure I’m keen on making out in an on-call room if you’ve already been there with someone . . .”

  She leaves that comment hanging and I realize that just when we got rid of the last elephant in the room, his mate known as my reputation has decided to take his place.

  I wait until we reach the rooftop. Opening the door, I usher her to go ahead of me—obviously so I can check out her ass in those jeans—but also to be the gentleman my mother raised me to be.

  Which reminds me, the fourth of July is coming up.

  “Hey, what are you doing Fourth of July weekend?”

  “Well Zan and Kate will be away on their honeymoon, and my mom and sisters will be back home by then, so nothing.”

  “I’d like you to come with me to a party at my parents’ house.”

  She freezes, her eyes widening. “Zo, look it’s okay if it’s too much. I just . . . ah ” I grab my neck, knowing it’s my nervous tell and doing it anyway. Hopefully I’ll be spending enough time with Zoe that she’ll learn all my quirks and also how not to take my bullshit. “I just wanted to ask you. Matt will be there, as will my parents. Maybe Daniel’s parents too, because they’re close with my Mom and Dad. Mac and Daniel might make it for a little bit too with the kids. It’s not that big of a deal, I promise.”

  Fuck, have I grown a vagina or something? I’m rambling like a teenager now.

  “Noah?”

  “Yeah?” I take a step toward her and her eyes go soft and warm.

  “I’d love to go to your parents’ Fourth of July party. I don’t care who else will be there because I’ll be with you.”

  “Damn.”

  “What?”

  “Now I want to fuck you. Right here, right now, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t have my way with you anywhere other than in my on-call room.”

  “Why?” she asks, her voice raspy and sexy as all hell.

  “Because I want the smell of you on the sheets whenever I get to go to sleep tonight. Just the thought of you there makes me hard as a rock.”

  She smirks and takes that last step toward me, running her hands up my chest and resting them around my jaw. “You’re making me like the idea of an on-call room hook-up now,” she whispers. Rising up on her toes, she kisses me softly, her tongue giving my lips soft teasing licks, as if she’s goading me into opening my mouth. The moment I do, she’s kissing me hard, so eager and demanding. Her tongue circles mine over and over, before running the length of my top lip and running her teeth along my bottom one as she pulls away.

  “Fuck I need to be inside you.”

  “Lead the way, Dr. Taylor.”

  “I really did want to show you the city lights from the rooftop first.” I spin her around, and with my hands on her hips, walk her forward until we’re standing in the middle of the roof.

  She looks side to side then turns her head toward me, her eyes wide. “It’s beautiful.”

  “I like the view I’ve got right now a lot better, but it is rather cool,” I reply. The corner of her mouth curls upward in a wry smile.

  “You’re not too bad yourself, Doctor.” She faces forward and leans her weight back into me, the closeness of the moment hitting me more than I thought it would. My arms instinctively tighten as I rest my chin on her shoulder.

  She shivers and rubs her hands together. “Right,” I say as I stand up straight. “Now to warm you up.”

  Turning toward me, she gifts me a mischievous grin. “Here?” she asks with a raised brow, but the way she’s leaning into me tells me she’s definitely not opposed to the idea.

  “Let’s take a rain check and say we did.”

  “Deal.” Her smile is huge now, making me want to see her smile all the time.

  “Now kiss me again, woman, before I’m forced to take matters into my own hands.”

  “Like you won’t do that anyway,” she jokes as she runs away from me, skipping down the stairs and waiting for me on the landing. “Only if you’re watching.” And fuck me, her eyes light up before she starts curling her finger at me, beckoning me to follow her.

  Amazingly I’m still in control of my facilities - despite the impressive semi I’m sporting - and with my head picturing everything I’m about to do to her, I close the door behind me and follow the woman of my dreams down the stairs.

  ∞∞∞

  Zoe

  “You make scrubs look sexy,” I say as I follow him into the empty room. There are two single beds and a cabinet sitting in between then. There’s nothing special, and definitely nothing even remotely sexy about this room except for one thing, and that’s the man standing in front of me.

  “Do I now?” He sits down on the bed and leans back on his hands, stretching out his body and putting everything on display for me. Fuck I like this show. Can I have a repeat?

  “I especially like the fact they have an elastic waist,” I explain, closing and locking the door behind me and leaning back against it.

  “Why’s that?” His voice turns low and has a delicious rasp to it that makes me wonder how far he’ll let me tease him.

  Standing up straight, I walk toward him, stopping just before I get to him. I put a hand on the bed to support my weight, and stare down at him with a heated look. Moving my mouth close to his, I place a soft barely-there kiss on his lips. The answering groan that escapes him is so gratifying I do it again, my tongue flicking out to join the party. His hands still propping him up, I
gently rest my body against his and feel the muscles in his chest tighten. Continuing to kiss him like I’m thirsty and he’s a tall drink of water, I take the opportunity to get the upper hand—so to speak—flattening my palm and slowly running it down his abs, my fingers slipping underneath his waistband.

  I find purchase when I reach his straining cock, caressing it and relishing in the scorching hot skin.

  “I like them . . . because it gives the friendly MRI tech easy access when she wants to get dirty with a trauma surgeon.”

  He growls and braces himself with one arm, the other dragging through my hair, gripping my ponytail possessively tight. It’s so fucking hot I feel my thong get wetter by the second.

  “There better be no other trauma surgeons getting the pleasure of getting a hand job from this friendly MRI tech.” His mouth hits mine and I moan against his tongue as he claims my lips. He’s kissing me like he owns me, or he wants to, and it’s a feeling I love.

  The atmosphere in the room is thick with desire. It’s intense, it’s raw, and with every squeeze and pull of my fingers against his cock, he groans in my mouth as if it’s almost too much for him.

  “Lie down,” I pant as I tighten my grip around him, stroking up before twisting and dropping my hand back down.

  “Get naked,” he rasps as he runs his hands up my chest and down the inside of my jacket, easing it off my shoulders.

  “Seems like you’re trying to help me with that.”

  “Hurry. I want to feel you on me.” Oh fuck. I regretfully remove my hand from around his cock and quickly pull off my top before shimmying out of my jeans, kicking my heels off in the process.

  I watch Noah the whole time, not breaking the connection between us, watching as he breaks the world record for fastest removal of clothes in history. He leans back against the mattress, like he wants me to see every inch of him. Every talented and beautiful inch.

  “Let me,” he says as I go to take my bra off. He wraps his hands around my ass, pulling me between his spread legs. He glides his hands over my bra before reaching around and undoing the clasp. Gently pulling the straps down my arms, he frees me, and I’m captivated at the sight of him running his nose along the curve of my breast. He peppers a line of kisses over the skin until I feel his tongue circling my hard nipple. I cradle his head as he gently sucks the stiff peak into his mouth, rhythmically sending jolts of pleasure straight down town to where I’m aching to feel him.

  Pulling his head off me, I push him onto his back then quickly pull my thong down my legs. I hop up onto the bed to straddle him, resting my hips on top of his hard length. Closing the gap between us, he plunges his tongue between my lips, all of the slow and sensual feeling gone as he hungrily feasts on my mouth.

  My hips take on a life of their own, shifting backwards and forwards against him. I feel my pussy coating his cock. The more I move the harder he gets—and the wetter I get.

  “Please tell me you have a fucking condom,” I grit out as he pulls me closer, his hips meeting mine with every thrust and glide.

  “If this keeps up, I won’t fucking need one.”

  “Do it.”

  He stills. Easing my head back, he stares at me, his face full of unadulterated desire. “You want me to come on you, sweetheart?”

  “I wanna see your come on my skin.”

  “Are you even real right now? You’re like my dirtiest fantasy come true.”

  “Kiss me, flip me—grind your cock against me. Make me come while I watch you.”

  “Jesus,” he spits out before his lips slam into mine and he rolls me over, his body now on top of mine.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Zo.”

  “I need you between my legs or else I’ll be forced to do it myself, Taylor.”

  “Fuck! You just keeping getting better,” he mutters before burying his face in my neck and running a long slow glide of his cock between my thighs, the answering moan out of my mouth filling the room as he speeds up his hips.

  “I’m so close, Noah. Make me come all over you.” I whimper as he pulls the soft skin of my neck between his teeth and sucks, but I don’t care that he’s marked me. His grunts deepen and I can tell with every thrust that he’s close. My arms wrap around his shoulders and I use his body as leverage as we grind against each other until I muffle my scream against his shoulder, biting his skin.

  Propping himself up on one hand and hovering over me, I watch him fist long tight strokes before our eyes meet and he groans in time with long warm spurts as he comes on my stomach and chest.

  The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we try to recover. He rolls to his side, slipping between the wall and me. Tucking his arm underneath my neck, he pulls me closer to him until my head rests on his shoulder.

  As his fingers trace whisper-light circles on my arm, he clears his throat. “I think I like you, Zoe—a hell of a lot, if I’m being honest. You fucking unravel me. I want to see you more, I want to feel you more, and I want to do everything possible that I can do with you . . . more.” The trace of vulnerability in his voice is nearly my undoing.

  Tilting my head up, I watch him as his eyes meet mine. “I like you too, more than a hell of a lot.”

  “I love the way your body trembles when you know I’m going to touch you. The way your breath hitches when my tongue tastes your skin. And I love you screaming my name when I make you come.”

  My breath hitches, his words heating me up as if I haven’t just had a mind-blowing orgasm. His hand moves over my collarbone and into my hair. I think he has a thing for my hair.

  “I love the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. When you try to catch my eye by bending over in the corridor and showing off that perfect ass of yours.”

  “I was tying my laces!”

  “You weren’t wearing sneakers, Zo.”

  My cheeks heat up and I try to duck my head, but his hand is right there stopping me.

  “I love the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you make everyone’s day when they see you. I crave to be near you, to touch you. This is not playing, and it’s definitely not casual . . . for me.”

  I don’t hesitate answering him, sensing that soft spot of being shown to me. “Me either.”

  “And I’m sure as fuck not biding my time with you. Whatever you think this is between us, I promise you it is ten times better for me, because I get to be with you.”

  Oh. My. God. I think I just had a mini orgasm caused by the biggest swoon in my life.

  “Noah—”

  “I’m starting to think the best thing I ever did was grab you and kiss you.”

  My eyes grow wide, and I can’t control my actions. I jump on top of him and tell him everything I want to say with my mouth, my hands, and my body. Everything I do is screaming at him that I feel the same way. When I stop mauling him, he cups my cheeks and looks up at me with lazy, hooded eyes. “So we’re doing this then?” he asks.

  “You and me take on the world?”

  A slow smirk grows on his lips. “Something like that. How about we start small though? New apartment, new boyfriend, new job. Your life sounds awesome.”

  Ah, yes. Cocky Noah, one of my favorites.

  “I’d like that,” I murmur against his lips. Then we’re kissing, a slow and lazy kiss, our tongues languidly rolling over each other. And for what feels like a long time we just lie there. We’re naked and messy but I don’t care. “But first we focus on the christening of the apartment. Everything else can wait.”

  “You’re a fucking genius, sweetheart.”

  I just enjoy the moment of bliss.

  Now all I need is for the texts, calls, and gifts to stop from Justin, and life will be fucking perfect.

  Chapter 18

  “Marvin Gaye”

  Zoe

  By six p.m. Friday, I’m all moved into my new place.

  Mia was on our doorstep around eleven a.m. and we went straight over to meet the realtor. After signing the lease and payin
g my first and last months’ rent, we went straight to the apartment, getting busy by lugging up my boxes from Mia’s car. It took three trips from Zander and Kate’s place and back again, until all of my worldly belongings were in their new abode.

  Zander and Kate arrive around three, and the four of us make quick work of unpacking my life and making my small one-bedroom abode my own. Thankfully, Zander even gave me his old bed, couch, and bedroom furniture to bring with me since all of my stuff was still at my mom’s.

  Deciding it’s time to order some dinner, I leave Mia, Kate and Zander in the living room and go into the kitchen to grab my phone, finding three missed calls and just as many messages.

  I check the missed calls and see one from Mom, and two from unknown numbers—one guess as to who they’re from. Opening my messages I see one from Noah and one from Justin—on top of the multiple texts he’d sent me last night when I got home from the hospital. Basically they ranged from ‘I love you, come back to me’ to ‘Are you fucking someone else?’, steadily getting angrier—and I’ll admit it, scarier—with each new message.

  Deciding to ignore him for the moment, especially while Zander is still here and his last reaction still fresh in my mind, I open Noah’s message that he must’ve sent just after lunch. I instantly smile at the photo he’s sent of a bottle of whiskey, a toy hot-rod car, and what looks like a porn DVD along with a note.

  Noah: I figured we had a lot to celebrate, and you once told me your favorite things. Tonight we’ll try them all.

  I quickly type out a response to him, knowing that I’m supposed to be ordering dinner for everyone.

  Zoe: I’m game for the whiskey, the nakedness and the porn, but not too sure I can fit my ass on the toy car.

  Scrolling to his other message, which was sent about ten minutes ago, I sigh disappointedly

  Noah: Sorry, sweetheart. Got called into a late surgery. I’ll come straight to you when I’m done. Let me know the address and how to get in. Sorry!

  Then I remember that my new boyfriend is a doctor, so I’m likely to receive many texts like this during our relationship. Might as well get used to it now.