If the kiss in the ICU on-call had been a hot one, this one was scorching. Hayley’s legs wrapped tight around Deb’s waist, pulling her in so close, Deb felt the heat of her pussy against the spot on her stomach where her tank top had ridden up. She groaned into Hayley’s mouth, unable to decide what she wanted to touch or taste or grab or suck on first.
She pushed in closer, letting her tongue flick against the softness of Hayley’s mouth, tasting the melon of the two cocktails Hayley had drunk. Her stomach rubbed between Hayley’s thighs, and little lusty whimpers spilled from Hayley’s mouth into Deb’s.
Then—
“Fuck me,” came the breathy command. Deb pulled back and met Hayley’s fogged-over gaze with her incredulous one. Hayley’s hair was a golden cloud against the dark wall of the alcove, her eyes were half-lidded, her pink mouth swollen from the intensity of the kiss. “Fuck me,” she repeated, arching her hips forward.
Deb surged in for another kiss, but one hand slid up under the fluttery fabric of Hayley’s flowered skirt, fingers tiptoeing up one slender thigh, and she plucked at the lacy waistband of Hayley’s panties. Fleetingly, she wondered if they were pink like they had been in the on-call room.
In the next instant, her hand had slipped under the lace and cotton, the tips of her fingers sliding over silky hair and into hot, wet heat. Deb shifted as Hayley groaned, and she slid her palm down until she could sink her two middle fingers deep into the snug pocket of Hayley’s soaked folds.
Her thumb played over Hayley’s clit as her hand worked, slipping and sliding over the sensitive little nub. She was so wet under her jeans, she knew, and God, how she wanted Hayley to unbutton her fly and tug them down, then eat Deb out. She fantasized Hayley’s golden head between her legs, imagined what her nimble tongue could do there.
Deb pumped her fingers deep inside of Hayley, pressed her thumb hard over her clit. The scent of sex filled the alcove like a heady cloud, mingling with Hayley’s abandoned, desperate gasps and the music still pounding from the speakers.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” came the strangled, chanting moan, and one of Hayley’s hands grabbed Deb’s ponytail and gripped it like her life depended on it as she came wet and hard over Deb’s hand.
Deb nearly came herself from that, without even having Hayley touch her.
They stood in the blue light of the alcove, pressed against the wall, music and their heavy breathing the only sounds. Hayley’s head was bent down and tucked into Deb’s neck. Slowly, she unwound her legs from around Deb and slid them down to the floor. But she held on tight to Deb, as if her legs might give out.
Deb grinned.
And she grinned harder when Hayley whispered into her ear, “Can we go to your place?”
7
HAYLEY
It wasn’t the first time Hayley had ever woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom, but it had been a while since the last occurrence. She lay blinking up at the ceiling, watching the way the light played on it through the blinds, feeling the sheets on her body that were a soft jersey and not the crisp cotton she had on her bed at home.
Also, there was a body that she did not typically wake up next to. Hayley sat up straight, clutching the sheet and comforter over her bare breasts. The toddler-sized cat curled up next to her, lifted up its large, fluffy cream and brown head and stared at her with uninterested blue eyes for an unsettlingly long moment before lowering back down with a sigh.
Cautiously, Hayley reached out a hand to let the majestic beast sniff. Just as cautiously, the cat did accept the offer, with noisy, yet still somehow dainty little sniffs. Then, to her delight, it stood up and shoved its head under her hand. That was a clear message. “Oh, so, you like a good pet?” She rubbed the soft little ears.
“Good, you met Cory.” Deb bustled into the room, clad in black boyshorts and a faded UT-Austin t-shirt with a cut-downcollar that drooped off of one shoulder. In her hands, she carried two bowls of cereal. “And he likes you, that’s even better.”
Hayley accepted one of the bowls. “You named your cat Cory?”
“Short for Corazón, because he is my heart, and the only man ever allowed in my bed.” Deb grinned and pointed at the bowl in Hayley’s hands. “Do you like Raisin Bran? Sorry, it’s the only cereal I eat.”
Hayley looked into the bowl, amazed. “This seems kind of… pedestrian, for you. Not Lucky Charms? Fruity Pebbles?”
“I save my Cinnamon Toast Crunch for my weekends off,” Deb replied, almost primly as she sat down next to Cory and spooned a mouthful of raisins and bran flakes into her mouth. “Then it’s special.”
Hayley ate a bite of her own. “And you use soy milk for it?”
“I realize you think I’m entirely reckless, but I do havesomeregard for my health.” Deb paused, another spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth. “Gonna be honest, though, I switched to soy milk because Cory kept attacking me to get to the milk in my bowl. It was self-defense.”
“Ah.” Scooping another spoonful of cereal into her mouth, Hayley then set the bowl on the bedside table and reached out to pet Cory some more. “He’s a gorgeous fella. What kind of cat is he?”
“Ragdoll. Aren’t cha, buddy?” The look in Deb’s eyes was unexpectedly soft and fond, and Hayley could see the giant cat really was the apple of her eye. “I’ve had him since he was a widdle baby that could fit in my hands.”
Hayley eyed the very, very large animal skeptically. “I find it hard to believe he was ever that size.”
“Himswas. Just a wee widdle mister man, he was.” Deb was leaning down, and she and Cory were actually nuzzling noses. It was the most incredible thing Hayley had ever seen. Who knewthe badass, reckless, arrogant, motorcycle-riding ER chief was secretly a soft-hearted baby-talking cat lady? “Wasn’t yous?”
This was all a lot to wrap her brain around. Hayley shook her head. Raisin Bran. Giant cat. Soy milk.
