Meredith Medical Center ~ Part Nine

Content advisory: m/f sex; profanity

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 and a well-known physical rehabilitation facility, the staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…

Allie strode down the hallway of Meredith Medical Center, approaching the Outpatient Physical Therapy area.

Why did she have to be the one to orient and instruct this visiting physical therapist from Australia? As if she didn’t have enough to do after Lina had called in “sick.” Sick, yeah right. The woman wasn’t ill, she was taking a long weekend trip to Acapulco with her boyfriend. Selfish, selfish woman, leaving Allie with all these extra patients.

While Lina was swimming in the vast Bay of Mexico, Allie would be swimming with patients in the physical therapy pool, teaching the Aussie their PT protocols.

Allie pulled open the door to the outpatient physical therapy department. The front desk contained only shadows, and the lobby was empty.

Not a sound. After four o’clock, the place shut down. And now, at seven in the evening, the cleaning crew had been and gone.

Had the receptionist let the Australian woman wait in the therapy room? Allie yanked the paper out of her pocket. Jaime. Jaime Knott. Had to remember her name.

Shoving her hair off her sweaty forehead, Allie jerked open the door to the patient area. Late afternoon sun streamed through the big windows, throwing white squares across the therapy tables, treadmills, and weight machine.

No Aussie.

She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. Where in the hell was she? Maybe Allie could just walk around yelling the name until the woman appeared.

Just keep looking and try not to explode.

Sooo hot in here with the AC turned low for the night. She lifted her hair off her neck. Might be time to try a shorter style. Allie snorted. She’d probably end up looking like a blonde Justin Bieber.

One by one, she cleared the changing rooms. Nothing. Not a single guest from down under.

Okay. Maybe this Jaime woman had been told to wait in Allie’s office. She pulled off her white clinic coat and crossed the dark carpet to the back of the therapy room. The door marked “Private” was supposed to be kept locked. She tried the knob. Yep, locked. She fumbled for the key on her lanyard. The barrier was for safety as well as privacy, but it was a pain in the ass to turn the worn out tumblers and cajole the lock to release. It’d be nice if the hospital got around to upgrading to keycards before the next millennium.

With a little jiggling, her key unlocked the door to the offices and pool.

Back here, dark ruled, and she felt along the wall for the hall light switch. Could the Medical Center have windows in the offices? No. Too expensive. When Allie got engrossed in paperwork, she had no idea what the time was.

Her hand brushed the switch, and tiny lights brightened the hall along the ceiling. Still dark, but at least she could see.

Very quiet back here. But hey, she’d been here alone plenty of times. She started down the hall to her office, then froze.

A square of light spilled onto the hall carpet. The poolroom. Oh, crap. Who had left the poolroom open? What if someone couldn’t get out of the water and had drowned? Moisture bloomed on her skin as she tiptoed forward.

Inside, the lights in the pool cast shifting shadows in shades of cobalt and turquoise, reflecting in watery waves on the walls. An opaque skylight illuminated the area. Please, no bodies.

Allie eased forward to the edge of the pool and peered in.

“G’day.”

Allie whirled, and the slippery surface skated under her feet. She hit the water, the chlorine burning her nose as she plunged below the surface.

She popped to the surface and wiped her hair out of her face, then opened her eyes.

A gorgeous man dressed in light-colored scrubs stood by the pool.

“Ah, so sorry. Didn’t mean to startle ya.” An accent seasoned his words. He squatted next to the water.

“Who in the hell are you?” she bit out. Wait a minute. He sounded Australian. Maybe he was married to the physical therapist. Terrific. She’d snarked at the woman’s husband.

Feeling ridiculous, Allie waded toward the steps.

The man smiled. God, he had a beautiful smile. And dark hair to his shoulders. And dark eyes. And wouldn’t you know, she was a sucker for all that.

“I’m Jaime Knott. Nice to meetcha.”

Oh, crap. “You—you’re the therapist? But I was—”

“Expecting a woman. I know. I get that a lot.”

He was sex on antipodean legs, and her mascara was probably running down her face. Boy, she was making a great first impression.

He raised his eyebrows.

Sheesh, Allie. Apologize.

“I’m Allie Sands, your—tour guide—during your visit here. Sorry for snapping at you. I thought you were the therapist’s husband or something.”

“Yeah? I’m not married.” Extending his palm toward her, he edged forward. “Let me help you out.”

She planted one arm on the edge of the pool deck and grabbed on.

Jaime pulled, then tumbled into the pool, dragging Allie underwater with him. Water went up her nose.

Crap again. This day just got better and better, didn’t it?

Something bumped her leg, then Jaime’s arm came around her waist. She broke the surface, her back pressed to his chest. Without thinking, she settled her arm on his. What great muscles.

“A fair dinkum welcome, I’d say.” He spoke next to her ear, pulled her against him. Nerve endings in private places woke up. Whoops. Better declare playtime over before she did something foolish.

“Uh, we better get out.”

“Yeah.” His arm fell away.

Allie slogged toward the steps.

She dragged up the stairs onto the pool deck and sat, then pulled off her shoes. Catching a glimpse of her chest, she felt heat move into her cheeks. Her bra showed through her shirt, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, her nipples had hardened into obvious points. Damn traitorous body.

Jaime grinned at her, ran his hands over his hair, then rose from the water like a sea god, his scrubs plastered to his body.

Allie froze. My Lord. Everything showed. Jaime had a sculpted chest, firm abs, beautifully muscled arms and legs. And right in the middle… well, he had nothing on under those scrubs. His generous package showed, and he was aroused.

She gulped and looked away. Okay, crap was no longer the word for this day. How had things gotten so screwed up? Screwed. There’s a useful word.

Stop it.

Jaime settled next to her.

Oh, man. A shiver galloped through her, and she darted a glance at his face. His eyes were a deep blue in this light, and he had a straight nose, square chin, and full kissable mouth. Such an attractive man. How could he not be taken? Her eyes drifted down, and she snapped her gaze back to his.

“Did you travel here by yourself?”

“Yeah. All alone in a strange city.” His lids lowered halfway, and a slow smile lit his face. “You look cold. Do you want to… get out of these wet clothes? With me?”

Did he mean… get naked? “Yeah, I’d like to get out of these. You seem”—aroused—“cold.”

“Yep.”

Jaime kicked off his shoes and padded barefoot to the door, then pushed it closed and thumbed the lock.

Ooohhh.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His thick cock made a tent of his scrubs.

Now or never, Sands.

She gripped the hem of her sodden shirt and pulled it off, then shimmied out of her pants. And what do you know? She’d worn a matching bra and panty set. Score one for her.

Strolling past her, Jaime pulled out his soaked wallet and removed a green foil packet, setting it on the edge of the pool. With deliberation, he turned away from her and pulled off his scrub pants, giving her a view of his firm butt as he descended into the water. He pushed toward the steps on the opposite end of the pool.

Okay. Two could play at this. She waited until he settled shoulder-deep on the steps, then sashayed over and waded into the pool in her lingerie. His smile faded. Once she’d gotten shoulder deep, she stripped off her bra and panties, tossing them onto the pool deck.

The smile returned as she swam toward him. When she came into range, he grabbed her and sat her sideways on his knees. Beneath the wavelets, she couldn’t make out his erection.

He held her away from his groin. “Better free of the clothes, eh?”

“Much better.”

He lifted her hands to his chest, then slid them up his pecs to his shoulders.

Okay. Follow-the-leader. She’d go along with that for now.

His hand stroked her belly underwater.

One of his hands wrapped around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips parted, but thank God, he didn’t shove his tongue in like some guys. A malleable masculine mouth. Allie licked his lips in invitation, and his tongue danced with hers. Man, he tasted like an iced mocha latte, her favorite drink. Tasty.

The hand on her stomach moved to her breast, chafing the nipple with his thumb until she arched into his hand. At this rate she’d orgasm before they did anything.

“I have to touch you,” she panted, letting go of his shoulders.

He captured her wrists, pulling them above her head.

“Not yet.” His voice rolled across her nerve endings in a pleasurable wave.

The other arm shifted her into a position in front of him, facing away. His thighs parted, and he pulled her back into the vee of his legs.

The ridge of pressure against her sacrum had to be his cock. Allie shivered as he let her wrists go. His hands moved between her thighs, lifting her knees and situating her calves on the outside of his.

How smutty was this? Wide open underwater with a cock pressed against her back, and—

She jumped as a finger stroked her cleft. “Oh.”

The arm wrapped around her waist held her in place. Hot breath tickled her ear. “’Oh,’ good? Or ‘Oh,’ bad?”

“Oh, good. You surprised me, is all.” She tilted her head to the side, and he kissed her neck.

“Good.”

Allie followed the path of his hand as it trailed down her chest and underwater. Jaime’s arm tightened around her, then that private touch, drawing upward in her center, setting off sparks of pleasure in her pelvis. Hot lips kissed a swath along her shoulder.

Mouth-to-mouth. She wanted that clever tongue. Allie twisted her head to the side, and he bent over, capturing her lips in a steamy kiss. This time his tongue set up a prodding rhythm echoed by his hand between her thighs.

A big finger entered her body, then moved to her clit. Her hips thrust forward to meet him on the next entry, and a heavy throbbing built. Now two fingers, oh, felt so good.

He stopped.

“What’re you doing?” She squirmed, trying to push down on his hand.

“Building the tension.”

“Trust me, it’s built.”

“It’s like waves, Allie. Rolling in, going out, until high tide.”

“I was almost to high tide when you stopped.”

“More?” He grinned at her.

“Get the wave machine cranking.”

His eyebrows rose.

“Please? More waves?”

With a groan, he fused their mouths as his fingers thrust in and out, and his thumb circled her clit. The orgasm exploded out of her, muting the lapping water and starring her vision with multicolored sparks. He stayed with her as she rode the waves of pleasure, then withdrew as the tremors stopped.

She became limp spaghetti in his arms. Holy Down Under, Batman. Were all Aussies great lovers? God bless Lina’s boyfriend for dragging her away and leaving Allie to take care of the visiting physical therapist.

He held her against him and covered the back of her neck with kisses. He teased her ear with his tongue. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She tilted her head back and smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to welcome you to America in style.”

~*~

Whitley Gray

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