MMC is a serial story. Please see the 9-14-10 posting for Part One.
Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, the nursing staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…
‘Close your eyes,’ he said, taking a silk scarf and tying it around her head. The silky material whispered over her eyelids…
Torrance Chapman tapped her pen on the notepad in front of her and glanced at the clock in the nurses’ lounge. Only five more minutes before her break ended, and she’d written less than a page. The story was due in three days, and her muse had left for parts unknown.
She took a gulp of her lukewarm coffee. Just get something down. Anything. Just write. She twisted a blonde curl around her finger. Just think about a sexy man…
He slid her panties off—
No, thong. Thong was better.
–He slid her thong off and bent her over the exam table, stretching her arms out in front of her, pressing her sensitive breasts against the slick paper covering the table. His bare chest heated her back.
‘This won’t hurt a bit.’ He took two fingers and—
“Hey.” A palm settled on her shoulder.
Torry gasped and jerked hard enough to slam her knee into the underside of the table.
“Whoa, there.” A masculine hand reached past her and steadied the coffee mug.
Matt Slade settled into the chair next to her at the conference table. “Sorry. Thought you heard me come in.”
Torry swallowed and shook her head. “Um, no. I didn’t.”
Of all the people to interrupt her break, it had to be him. As if it wasn’t hard enough to have the same shift, seeing him work his magic on every female ages eight to eighty. Torry ought to know; his green eyes and quick smile had hijacked her attention on more than one occasion. Her coworkers cooed over him, remarking on everything from his curly dark hair and handsome face to his six feet three inch frame and long sensuous fingers. A couple of nurses had speculated about what wrapped his package beneath his scrub pants: boxers? Briefs? Commando?
No one seemed to know if he dated, though. There was a contingent of nurses expressing the opinion Matt was gay, but he had no apparent relationship with anyone. At least he never mentioned it…
Maybe if she tried to picture Matt in her story—
“Torry? What do you think?”
Whoops. Her face heated. “Sorry? I missed that.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Would you like to get breakfast after shift change?”
“Breakfast?” she squeaked.
“Yeah. I know a place that serves eggs and beer.”
She narrowed her eyes. “At seven A.M.?”
He laughed. The rich sound poured over her. Yep, he had it all: looks, smarts, and a voice that could charm the chastity belt off a Victorian virgin.
Lucky virgin.
“Yeah, at seven A.M.” He grinned.
Probably a group outing, and groups weren’t Torry’s thing. When you were six feet tall, almost everyone else was shorter, and she hated feeling like an Amazon among her petite coworkers.
Torry closed her notebook and got to her feet. “My break’s over. Back to work.”
Matt stood. “Breakfast?”
She opened her locker and tucked the notebook inside. “Thanks, but I’ll take a rain check.”
“C’mon, Tor. You’ll like the place—I promise.”
Tor? No one called her Tor. “Um, I’ll think about it.”
“How about eating with me at the two a.m. dinner break?”
Large hands kneaded her shoulders. “Please?”
Oh, God. He really did have long sensuous fingers. An earthy scent tickled her nose, masculine and fresh. Heat curled low in her belly.
“Please, Tor?”
“Mmph.” Where were her vocal cords? Say something coherent.
“Please?” The whisper warmed her ear as his hands squeezed her shoulders.
“Uh, okay.”
“Good.” He backed away, as if he’d accomplished the mission of getting a lunch buddy and no longer needed to touch her.
Torry turned, viewing the empty lounge. He’d left without a sound. How did he do that? The man moved like a ghost. She sighed and closed her locker.
~*~
“Ready for lunch?” Matt’s delicious voice sweetened her ear as she pulled a bag of saline out of the supply cupboard.
Torry glanced over, got hit with a green-eyed gaze that momentarily stole her breath. “I just have to hang this IV.”
“I’ll meet you in the lounge.”
“Deal.”
Torry did a speed change on the patient’s IV, then headed out the door.
“Hey.”
She jumped. Sheesh! Did he always have to scare her? “Hi. Thought we were meeting in the lounge?”
“I have a little surprise.” He strolled ahead of her down the deserted hall.
At two a.m., the hospital slept. Not even an environmental engineer swabbing the floor. Empty silence. Ahead of her, Matt stopped outside a door near the operating room entrance.
An equipment room? He held open the door, then followed her in and flipped on the lights. He closed the door and turned the deadbolt.
“Matt? What’s the surprise? And what about lunch?”
“I hear you write stories. Erotic stories.”
Torry felt her cheeks bloom with heat. “Yeah.”
No doubt he’d heard some of the women talking. Her coworkers were among her biggest fans.
He took a step toward her. “And apparently some of our colleagues… conjecture… about me.”
Oh, Lord. What could she possibly say to that? Thank God she’d never taken part in one of those gab sessions. Did he know about the boxers-briefs thing? Torry’s eyes automatically dropped to the crotch of his pants, and her cheeks became an inferno. “They don’t mean any harm. I apologize—”
“Shhh. I’m not mad. I just don’t like to feed the details of my personal life to the gossip machine around here.” He took another step.
Was he going to demand she put a stop to the rumors? Why would he put her in that position? Torry backed away, bumped into an exam table, and squeezed her eyes shut. Would it be juvenile to run out of the room? Who cared? No way could she stay in here, listening to that velvet voice, knowing that he knew what the others said about him.
“But I did want you to know… that I’m available.” His voice came from right in front of her. He whispered the rest. “But only available for one woman, Tor. Only for you.”
Torry’s lids flipped open, and she jumped. He was close enough to kiss. The green eyes had tiny flecks of amber and gold, and his lashes were like inky feathers. The smell of soap and the grassy scent of vetiver greeted her nose.
“Only for me?” She must be dreaming. This stuff never happened in real life.
“Only for you. And I have a secret to share with you.” Matt leaned in until his lips brushed her cheek. His mouth was warm and soft. “It’s not boxers.”
“No?” she gasped. A tingling awoke in her nether regions, and her nipples tightened.
“No,” he whispered. One hand palmed her waist, slid around to her back.
This time he kissed the corner of her mouth. Oh, God. What was he doing? Some sort of intimate torture? Her hands came up to his shoulders of their own volition and pulled him forward.
Something warm and wet traced her ear, followed by that silky whisper. “It’s not briefs.”
Oh, man—
“Would you like to know what it is?”
A tiny pain stung her earlobe, then his hot velvet tongue drew down her neck. A moan got past the stranglehold she had on her vocal cords.
More kisses. “I’d like you to know. But only you.”
“I… I’d like to know.”
He leaned against her, his hands resting on the exam table on either side of her hips, trapping her. There was no mistaking the thick ridge pushing into her belly. He was ragingly aroused. That made two of them. Her clit felt swollen, sensitive.
“I think you already know.” He pulled back and gazed at her, then grinned as he pulled loose the tie on his scrub pants and they crumpled around his ankles.
Oh, my.
His cock was huge. Long and thick and veined, with a drop of precome filling the slit like an erotic pearl.
A pleasant throbbing built low in her body. Was this really happening? Or had she fallen into one of her stories?
Matt kicked free of the pants, then pressed his lips to hers and that big erection throbbed against her navel.
No way was she missing this opportunity. She wrapped her fingers around his length and he groaned, hips flexing. Hands gripped her waist, his tongue licked at her lips, and she opened her mouth to him.
Mint and coffee. And hot male. If sex had a flavor, he would be it. And boy, did he know how to use his tongue. It teased with a magical touch, exploring the recesses of her mouth, heightening her arousal. Where else would he make magic with that tongue? Another moan got loose.
She gently squeezed his shaft, then stroked up and down, rubbing her thumb across the tiny slit, spreading the warm slippery precome around the head. Matt answered with a moan, and his fingers closed around her wrist, pulled her hand away.
“Wait,” he panted. “I haven’t given you your surprise.”
She blinked. This wasn’t it? A waking fantasy?
He reached into the pocket of his scrub shirt and pulled out a white handkerchief.
Did this mean playtime was over, or was he waving a white flag of surrender? Surrender… that could be interesting.
He pulled the material through his fingers.
Not a handkerchief, a scarf. A silk scarf. This had to be a dream.
She swallowed hard. “Did you…read my story?”
“Would you like to live the fantasy?” He drew the scarf down her cheek to the hollow of her neck, and then hooked his index finger in the waist of her pants.
Had someone cranked the thermostat in this room?
He kept his eyes on hers as he untied her scrub pants and loosened them until they hit the floor, revealing her pale pink thong.
Matt glanced down and licked his lips. “This is the part where I say ‘Close your eyes’ and tie the scarf. Is that okay?”
More than okay. At this point, past okay to necessary. She nodded.
Matt tied the blindfold. “So far, so good?”
She nodded again. The material really did whisper over her eyelids. Every sound was clearer, every touch more erotic with her eyes covered. Even her sense of smell seemed heightened.
“I’m going to turn you to face the table.”
With gentle pressure, he rotated her one hundred eighty degrees. The paper on the table crackled beneath her palms. Warm hands stroked the curve of her butt as hot lips kissed the nape of her neck, then moved to her ear.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Fabric rustled, then her shirt was being tugged up and off. Matt’s warm skin came up against her back, and she moaned. He gripped her hips and pushed against her, and his cock nestled between her butt cheeks, hot and hard.
He had to be naked now.
She reached up and unsnapped the front closure on her bra. A husky sigh came from behind her, and callused hands cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples. Teeth nipped at her shoulder.
“So beautiful, so sexy.” He lightly pinched her nipples, then his fingers trailed down her stomach, caught the edge of her thong, and kept going, dragging the garment off.
“You know what comes next?” he whispered.
Yeah, she knew. She’d written the script. Moisture dampened her core.
Matt coasted his palms down her arms, lifted her wrists to stretch her arms out in front of her as he bent her over the table. The skin of his chest slid over her back like hot silk.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” he said.
Two long fingers traced a path from her hip to the vee of her thighs, then stroked up her cleft and rubbed her clit. A throbbing tension kicked off as he moved his fingers lower and slipped inside her, culling moisture and dragging up her center.
His thumb circled her clit, building sensation as he took her mouth in a deep kiss. His cock pressed against her butt.
Torry’s legs shook. Wouldn’t be long if he kept that up. She gave in to the urge to rest her chest on the table. A muscular thigh pushed between hers, widened her stance, and his fingers stilled.
What was he doing? He couldn’t stop now. She was so close. Too close. Stopping would give her the female equivalent of—
He gently pinched her clit, and beneath the scarf, behind her closed lids, sparks of red and yellow burst in the black of her visual fields as the orgasm exploded through her. Matt’s arm wrapped her waist, supporting her.
From a distance, that honeyed voice said her name, gradually becoming clearer. She straightened.
“Wow,” she sighed. “Wow.”
Matt stroked her hair. “Did the reality live up to the fantasy?”
“No.”
“No?”
“It blew the fantasy away. You’ve ruined me for writing romance.”
Matt chuckled and hugged her from behind. “I aim to please.”
Torry sighed. Time to come back to reality. She reached for the scarf, and a hand closed on her wrist.
“We’re not done, Tor. Not by far.”
~*~
Please return in February 2011 for the next installment of Meredith Medical Center!
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Copyright © 2011 Whitley Gray
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