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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Simmi
I plonk my nurse’s bag down on the reception desk. I’m stuffed. So is Jay. What a bloody afternoon.
“Will they let me know when he’s stable?” Jay says with a bite in his tone.
He’s been doing that all afternoon. Not that I’ve tried to be Miss Sweetness. The other night did nothing to temper the chemistry between us because say what you will, there’s so much tension sparking between us, it could light up the entire bay.
“They usually do. But they’ll email you, not call. Relax. He’s in good hands. We did everything we could. Those doctors on the medi-vac chopper are at the top of their game.” I try to assuage the lion pacing the length of the empty reception area.
While his barking and grunting are annoying, it’s good to know the bay’s snagged a good doctor. Together with Mark and Cindy, it lends our small community three ace practitioners. But they were busy, and we were just around the corner when we got the call.
A grommet had surfed into the rocks on the south side of the bay. His injuries were extensive, the jagged edges of rock having caused a severe head wound and he had a broken arm. As for what injuries he’d incurred internally was for the doctor at Bundy hospital to ascertain.
“We’ve still got to unpack and count stock.”
I sigh, pointing to both our bags, then pause. The last time I went to count stock, all sorts of fuckery took hold of us.
I inhale and change tactics. “Actually, it’s late. I can come in earlier and do it along with typing up our reports in the morning.” I grab my bag and make for the stock room at the same time as Jay does. We connect with an almighty thwack.
“Sor-,” I start and glance up as Jay’s large hand grips my arm to stop me from falling.
He doesn’t say a word, but I swear I can hear him growl. It’s low, deep, and hungry. His eyes do that melting honey and erupting volcano thing and the spot between my legs responds with a quiver.
I drop our bags, and his hands cup my arse, lifting me into him before I have a chance to think twice about what the fuck we are doing. Again!
He stumbles us into his office, kicking the door shut behind him. I don’t have time to realize the action is moot. All I need right now is to get naked and then strip this bear of a god down.
I hop as I rip my trainers and my socks from my feet. Jay’s large hands move deftly over my blouse, his fingertips deceptively nimble for their size as he undoes the buttons. In no time, I’m standing in only my knickers. Thank fuck I wore the pink lacey ones.
Jay stops and takes a step back. His eyes devour me. No man has ever looked at me the way he does. My one-nighters are always in the dark, or a car with no time to enjoy the sights. That soft growl returns, and my blood responds to his purr of hunger with a rush so loud, my ears throb.
I step toward him and undo his shirt, peeling it off his lithe, built like a brick shit house torso. I run a finger down the center of his chest through the soft mat of hair and hook it in his belt, tugging him to me. He towers over me, and I find I love his oversized everything.
He leans closer, cupping my face in his hands as his mouth touches mine. Soft at first, and then increasing in hunger as our tongues connect, explore and taste. I’ll be ruined for any man after this, I know it, and I loathe him for it. How can we be fucking again, and everything is like a whole new adventure? I’m rediscovering, enjoying for more than once, and I’m thrilled. The chemistry between us keeps building and not diminishing.
My hands make quick work of his pants, and we break free only long enough for Jay to kick off his boots and grab a condom from his drawer. His cock, long and thick, turns my insides to mush.
I kneel at his feet, his hands instinctively digging into what was a neat bun and pulls it apart.
“Argh.” His growl intensifies as I slide my mouth over his tip and down his length. I suck and slowly draw back.
“Sweet fuck,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
I take him deeper in my mouth and my left hand cups his balls. My free hand runs between his muscular thighs, and I grip his hard as fuck ass.
“I don... Simmi…” He pulls away.
I grip his thighs and turn my head up.
Holding out his hand, he said, “I want to come inside of you.”
I grab the silver packet and chuck it over my shoulder, pulling him toward me.
“Come inside of me, then.” I slide my mouth over his length and suck.
His groans are burning me hotter while his hands clench my hair and he thrusts himself deep inside my mouth. A hot sour taste follows. I want to lick him clean and enjoy his pulsating balls, but he leans down and pulls me up before gripping the foil packet, which landed on the floor.
