The couple of weeks spent with him also gave me the best sleep at night. My nightmares started to become less frequent andintense. And the ones that slipped through were soothed by him in various ways. And I rekindled with myself and voicing what I wanted, what I needed. Sometimes he would turn my thoughts out, especially when I felt like a hurricane bursting through from the shifts that felt hard.
And I felt like I never wanted to leave him, I was the one becoming obsessed, and it became evident when every step I took during work there was an aching pleasure. There were still parts of him that I needed to see, to understand. But we had time.
“The sex has to be that good, girl,” Sarah said.
“I’m not saying it isn’t.”
“Honey, you look like you could use an ice pack,” Jennie whispered.
The thought did occur, but I brushed it off. “I’m fine. I’m just… happy, right now. And I’m trying to live in that moment.”
“You live in that moment, honey,” Jennie yelled out, with a lot of heads turning to her.
“And what moment would that be?” A glorious booming voice pulled my attention, before I could finish gloving up for a blood draw on another patient.
In all his beautiful glory, with his beard brushed and cleaned up, his hair pulled back into a full bun. His long sleeve gray blue shirt that peeked through his cut made his skin more tanned than usual and made his muscles look like he had been working out tenfold. I had to stop myself from looking like a fish out of water that was fighting with her two brain cells.
“If you’re ever done with him, can I have him?” Sarah asked, leaning over the counter.
I tried to find the words, but I couldn’t.
“Here’s the thing, ladies, she’ll never be done with me.” He winked, sliding over a lunch bag across the counter. Hisfinger tilted my chin up, closing my apparent open mouth. “Hi, peaches.”
There was a collective “awe” moment from my two friends who were turning into puddles. I knew that feeling all too well. He rested his arms, leaning on the counter.
“You know people are going to start talking the more you come here.” I tried to reason with him. It was his last visit that had me feeling like a wet mess. I blame it on the sexual frustration and his dick that was so damn addictive.
“And the problem would be?” He smiled. Shooter’s smile should have been the nail in my own coffin. I mean, if the man wanted to come see me in a sweaty mess with possibly puke or body fluid stains, he could be my guest. Scrubs aren't an aphrodisiac, no matter if you get the body slimming expensive scrubs or not.
“I wouldn’t have a problem.” Jennie swooned. I shot her a look like “you’re not fucking helping”.
“Because I have a job to do and you’re a distraction. Plus, papers aren’t signed yet, I don’t need HR to think there’s a problem.”
“Me, a distraction?” He curled his lips. “The only distraction is your ass when you try to walk away from me. But let’s not forget you don’t wearhisring.”
A compliment and an observable, how infuriating. I tried to find those damn words. "I… couldn’t find it.” I mean he wasn’t wrong, there was no tan line, and I stopped wearing it years ago. Maybe I was just worried that someone would take my newfound happiness away from me.
“Don’t worry, you won’t need to find it, once I give you mine.” He winked. The fucker winked like it was his plan the whole time. I should have pushed him away for that, well my former self would have high-tailed it out of there. Yet, the simplethought that I hadn’t scared off this man too bad with my messed up life shoved the “flight” mode.
“Fuck me,” Sarah whispered.
“Give me a kiss, peaches,” he demanded.
“Not here.” I had too many eyes looking at us.
Shooter leaned in. “Give your man a kiss.”
I raised an eyebrow. “My man? Since when?” I mean I was playing coy, I didn’t think he bought it.
He leaned over the nursing station, brought his lips to my ear. “Since you were crying out my name when that delectable pussy was squeezing the life out of my cock and sayingmine.”
“You can’t say that here.”
“Does it look like I care?” His lips brushed the side of my face, ghosting over my lips. “I’d like a kiss, Amelia, please.”
Instant panty drop, it wasn’t the word “please” it was the way it rolled off his tongue like it wasn’t manners it was a beckoning call.
“Only because you’re being nice and saying please,” I said, rising to my tip toes and kissing him. He threaded his hand at the back of my head and pulled me in further, deepening the kiss. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipped in slowly. I moaned into his mouth, forgetting where I was and who was around me.
