by Natalie Ann
Who would have known he had a body like that under his clothes? She was going to know. That’s who.
And the minute they were back in the room, she shoved him against the door, her hands doing exactly what she wanted to in the elevator. “My mind has been on this moment the entire night. Standing on the dance floor with you, inhaling your scent, was making me wild.”
Her hands went into his hair and pulled his head down for a make-out session for the ages. She needed to taste him. Touch him. Run her hands over every part of him.
Most of all she needed to see him naked.
“Get undressed,” she said, tearing her mouth away for a moment, then attacking him again while her hands went for the button of his black trousers.
He had other ideas when he picked her up and carried her to the bed, dropping her down, his mouth never leaving hers. One hand started to move her dress up around her hips, Sierra wiggling to help him.
“Get a condom,” she said, her hands pushing the thong down she’d planned on teasing him with tonight. Oh well, another time. This was better in her mind.
He moved back, pulled his wallet out, found what he was looking for, undid his pants and lowered them enough to free himself. As soon as he covered up, he put his hands under her hips and pushed into her hard.
It was fast, it was hurried, and it felt wonderful.
All those times she’d heard her coworkers talking about grabbing a quickie with a doctor or another employee in a closet used to make her roll her eyes. Now she knew what might have driven them.
There was a heat and dirtiness to this. Like they were hiding from the world afraid to get caught in their hotel room, rushing because they knew their time was limited.
She didn’t want the time to be limited though. She wanted to feel his long thick cock sliding in and out of her all night long.
“That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Just lying there with that shiny glittery dress hiked up around your hips, your legs spread wide pulling me in like a dream.”
“Dreams come true,” she said, her voice rising, her legs wrapping around his hips. “So make me come.”
He reached his hands under her, then picked her up while continuing to screw her brains out. “I wanted you against the wall the other day and that is what I’m going to do.”
He moved a few steps to the nearest wall, pushed her back against it, his body holding her there while he drove into her again and again. She wanted to say this was a feeling of helplessness she’d never experienced before, but nothing about this was helpless at all.
Grey was more powerful than she ever thought. More considerate too. As far and fast as they were going, he was still cushioning her head from hitting the wall.
She gripped his hair, her mouth attacking his. “I’m so close,” she said against his lips, then pulling his tongue in her mouth and sucking on it, moving her mouth in the same rhythm as his cock in her.
“Me too,” he said, his breathing coming in heavy.
She felt the muscles inside of her start to tighten, her nails digging into his scalp. He started to get a little rougher himself and she knew they were both ready to explode together.
“Shit,” she said the minute she started to flex and relax around him. “Don’t stop.”
“I can’t even if I wanted to,” he said back, his motions almost jerking as the hand on her hip started to squeeze her.
Then the world just stopped around them. Or Grey stopped. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t even care. All she knew was that her lady parts were throbbing and releasing and wanted to never let go of Grey as he came inside her.
“Are you okay?” he asked afterward.
“I think so. I don’t really want to move, but I understand you need to take care of the condom.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve got a lot more in my bag, no worries.”
“Thank God,” she said. “Because now that we’ve gotten that out of our system, I need to touch and taste every part of you.”
He carried her back to the bed and laid her down, a big smile on his face. “Sounds like we are thinking the same.”
Grey walked into the bathroom and disposed of the condom, then looked at himself in the mirror.
His shirt was wrinkled and a button was missing in the middle that must have popped off somewhere in the room. His pants were open and barely hanging on his hips, his dick wasn’t even close to being appeased.
And when he thought of Sierra on the bed with her dress around her hips and her neat and trim pussy flashing at him, he started to stand to attention again.
He washed his hands and face, then undid the rest of his shirt and started to remove it as he went back into the room. First stop was his bag to get the box of condoms.
He was just tossing them on the bed without looking and dropping his shirt in the bag when he turned and saw her sitting on the bed buck assed naked. “Took you long enough. Come on over here and let me get a good look at you.”
He couldn’t move from his spot though. One part of his body was moving, that was for sure, but the rest of him was rooted there staring at her.
Her hair was a tousled mess, resembling his from her fingers. The makeup she had on earlier was smudged in some spots too.
None of that matter though because all he saw was soft pale skin, hardened rose-tipped nipples pointing right in his direction that were making his mouth water. Her legs were crossed at the ankles but he didn’t care because he’d already felt what she was hiding from him.
“Very nice,” she said. “You must work out more than I realized. Of course it’s not like I’ve seen your house to even know if you’ve got equipment there or use the gym at the hospital.”
“Home in the basement,” he said. “I don’t like working out there where people want to strike up a conversation with me.”
“Just like now. Lose the rest,” she said. “You need to catch up.”
“I had no idea how forward you were. I like it.”
“You should have known. Or you would have if you’d taken me up on my offer a few weeks ago.”
He dropped his pants and underwear down letting her see his legs were as toned as the rest of him. He walked to the bed and climbed on, crawling toward her. “This was worth the wait.”
She moved her legs open for him, then slid down where she’d been propped up against the headboard. She might have thought he was going to move up and kiss her. He did, but he didn’t move up. Instead he spread her legs wide and put his mouth to another set of lips.
A pair that wanted just as much action.
“You taste so good,” he said, his tongue coming out and darting around her. He wouldn’t stay in one spot like he suspected she wanted, just teasing her all over.
“I hope you let me return the favor.”
“I’m counting on it,” he said, his lips covering her swollen nub this time.
“Shit.”
“You like that word when I find the right spot.”
“Stop talking,” she said. “Go back to what you were doing.”
He laughed. When he slid two fingers inside of her and started to pump in and out she almost shot off the bed. How was it possible to be this worked up again after what they’d just experienced moments ago?
“Grey,” she said, knowing her voice was rising.
He didn’t answer her, only started to suck on her sensitive bud while his fingers curved inside of her, found just the right spot and had her stiffening as she came.
He sat back on the bed and just watched her, then started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” he said, lying next to her and pulling her on top of him. “You look like you’re ready to fall asleep on me. I guess I wore you right out. I hope your parents aren’t in the room next to us. I didn’t realize how noisy you could be.”
“They are on another floor.”
He ran his hand over her head and down he
r back. “Close your eyes. It’s been a long day.”
“Not long enough,” she said. “I promised you something.”
“And you can do it another time,” he said, kissing her forehead.
She shut her eyes as she nodded and moments later he watched as her chest started to rise and fall into sleep.
17
Back to Town
The next morning Grey felt something soft over his body. Then something wet. He was trying to remember where he was and what was going on. Then he realized they were in a hotel in Buffalo and he’d had some fabulous sex against a wall last night, then ate his fill of Sierra right afterward.
Enough so she’d fallen right to sleep on him.
It didn’t bother him in the least though.
Nope, she looked contented and he wasn’t kidding when he’d said she’d had a long day.
There were a lot of periods during the wedding where he felt more eyes on him than should be. It wasn’t just the whispered words and artic breeze shoulders, but it was the disgust he’d seen in some people’s eyes when they looked at Sierra.
He wished he knew what was going on and was going to have to find out at some point.
But his eyes popped open and he looked down to see a bump in the covers that could only be Sierra’s head.
Some suction with wetness and he was the one in heaven right now.
Her mouth was on him going up and down, delivering what she promised last night.
He wouldn’t have held her to it, but he wasn’t going to deny this was one ridiculously fantastic way to wake up.
He threw the covers back. There was no way he wasn’t going to watch what was going on. Seeing her blonde hair floating around as her head bobbed up and down over him was a sight indeed.
“Thanks,” she said, her eyes sparkling like the shine to her dress last night. “It was getting a little hot under here. I was wondering what it was going to take to get you to wake up.”
“I’m up, all right.”
“Well, you’ve been up down here for about five minutes, but it seems your brain took longer to react.”
“You should only be concerned with what is in your hand,” he said.
“And now going in my mouth again.”
She almost swallowed him whole when she went down on him. He’d never been covered so completely before, her lips almost touching his balls.
Then her one hand started to stroke him up and down as her mouth moved, the other cupping and squeezing the small globes that were filling with pressure.
He tugged on her hair to get her attention, but she shook him off.
“Sierra,” he said.
“I’m busy. Leave me alone.”
He smiled, then grunted when she went deeper, if that was even possible. He tried and he wasn’t going to again.
He lay there and took it like a man that was dying to have this done. That couldn’t imagine being anywhere else than with her.
It wasn’t long, he knew it wouldn’t be. She started to suck and squeeze and pump and he just shot right into her mouth, grinding his teeth from how powerful the pleasure was.
When she was all done, she licked him a few more times, then crawled up his chest and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “I think we are even.”
A few hours later they were checking out of the hotel after rolling around in the sheets some more, then steaming up the bathroom as they squeezed into the shower together.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever had that much sex before in such a short period of time, but she wasn’t complaining.
When she was in a relationship she normally had sex a few times a week and was content with that. For some reason with Grey, she couldn’t get enough of him.
They were just entering the lobby when she heard, “Well, if it isn’t the hypocrite come back to town.”
“Penelope,” she said, turning to look at an ex-coworker that was once a friend. “Nice to see you too.”
Penelope snorted. “As if you didn’t do enough damage and ruin someone’s career, you have to come back here and show your face.”
“I didn’t ruin anyone’s career. He did that on his own,” she said.
She was calm on the outside, but inside she was a volcano ready to explode hot lava all over Penelope’s Brazilian butt-lifted ass. Looked like her lips were as full as her backside in her attempt to land a man now.
Her old so-called friend turned to Grey. “You’re the surgeon she is taking up with now. I’d watch your back if I were you.”
“Grey likes when I watch his back for him. Don’t you, honey?”
“If it’s anything like last night, you can watch it all you want,” he said, slipping his arm around her.
“I just find it ironic,” Penelope said, “that your parting words were screamed at us all, that doctors are nothing more than condescending righteous pricks that stick together like glue on a broken-down doll.”
“I’m impressed,” Sierra said. “You’ve got a good memory. Though I don’t believe I yelled those words. I said them as calmly as I am right now. If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got to hit the road. Give everyone my best in the OR.”
Grey had grabbed her hand moments ago and now tugged her along. “It’s nice to meet you,” Grey said with a smile. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more, cry or laugh at his support.
Once they were in his car and on the road, she decided to cut the silence with a machete. She’d taken enough time to get herself under control. No one knew how much she always wanted to shake or cry during confrontations, but she never backed down either. “So, I’m sure you want to know what that is all about.”
“I’d like to have an idea. It all seemed pretty nasty to me. At least I worried that if I wasn’t walking behind you she would have thrown a dagger at your back.”
“If she could have gotten away with it, she would have.”
“A coworker then and you ruffled some waters?”
“Ruffled? I was the sumo wrestler jumping off the diving board with my knees tucked into my chest. Penelope happened to be dating the doctor in question so she harbors a lot more anger toward me than many others did. Her perfect man lost his job, then last I heard his license was still suspended.”
“So you didn’t try to steal her man?” he asked.
“Please. Calvin Ross is an asshole through and through. A condescending prick and all his buddies backed him when they shouldn’t have. I wonder how many of them are backing him now though.”
“You know I need to understand what happened. Especially since she told me to watch my back.”
Sierra felt her face pale. “You aren’t like them and though I’d like to say I’d never do what I did again, the truth is I’d do it a hundred more times. I took an oath to heal, not hurt. People like Calvin didn’t follow the rules when he should have.”
“So what did he do? Make a mistake?”
She snorted. “Mistakes happen. We are all human. I understand that and can accept it. This was one man thinking he was God, and that I have an issue with.” She sniffled a little knowing the tears might come now. “Do you really want to know? I feel like this wonderful weekend we had is going to be ruined. I guess you should understand though. You should know what is going on and why this weekend was so hard for me.”
“I’d like to understand, yes.”
She took a deep breath. “First know that I loved my job. I loved working in the OR. The action, the excitement, even the gore. That stuff never bothered me and I got up every day waiting to go to work.”
“Then you must find your current position pretty boring.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m not sure I want to be put in the same position I was in before.” She’d spent too much of her life fighting other people’s battles and look where it got her. When she needed someone to back her, no one did. Why bother anymore?
It seems it hurt just as much getting ready to talk about this as if it were actually happening all over again.
She always tried to be so strong for other people and now she just felt so tired.
“You turned someone in?” he asked.
“I don’t like the word whistle-blower, but many threw it at me. Calvin was a forty-something know-it-all. He was a general surgeon in the ER who thought his shit didn’t stink. I admit he was good, he was fast, but he was a jerk.”
“A lot of people are like that,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean he’s bad at his job.”
“Nope, it doesn’t, but when you operate on someone when you’ve been drinking, I’ve got a problem with that.”
Grey whipped his head to look at her fast. “You know for a fact he was drinking?”
“There were always whispered words. He’d be fine for months, then all of a sudden, he’d make some little mistake and someone would say they could smell alcohol on him. I worked with him a time or two and noticed he wasn’t steady on his feet, but he’d say he was tired or he’d pulled a double and it was nothing.”
“No one brought this up to the administration?” he asked.
“No. And what was I going to do? Tell him I smelled it and ask him to take a blood test? He’d laugh in my face and then get me fired.”
“Something had to have happened,” he said.
“Yeah. A teen came in with a ruptured appendix. Calvin was called in and when he showed up I knew he’d been drinking. You could smell it on him. I asked him outright and he said he was at a party and hadn’t had anything to drink but someone spilled it on him.”
“That’s pretty weak.”
“It was. But was I going to call him an outright liar? During the surgery he nicked an artery and the kid almost bled out. It was touch and go for a long time as the kid slipped into a coma. He’s fine now, at least last I knew, but the family went through hell.”
“And you reported him when that happened?”
“I felt I had to. It could have been my family member. It could have been me or you. Stuff like that shouldn’t be happening. I knew he’d been drinking and it wasn’t the first time either, but I had no solid proof. I couldn’t sleep at night if I didn’t at least say something. There was an investigation and that took time. No one backed me though. They all said they didn’t smell anything, that it was an honest mistake during surgery, and so on.”
