Page 37 of Love Medley (Med Wreck Romance #1)

Chapter twenty-seven

Jake

I ’m falling head over heels for Lucy.

Of course, it’s too soon, right? We’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I’ve never felt this way before.

I didn’t know what I was missing until I met her—every time we’re together, I feel whole and happy.

After a lifetime of living under my father’s disapproval, I’ve found someone who truly makes me feel seen and valued.

And my God, the sex. I was being honest when I said I wasn’t expecting anything.

Of course, I was hoping for a make-out session; who wouldn’t?

But then we had the hottest, most mind-blowing sex of my life.

I’ll be keeping every second of it on a constant repeat loop in my mind.

Even though I’ve just come, I’m constantly hard around her.

My cock doesn’t know when it needs to take a break.

Apparently, when Lucy is nearby, I need to get used to a perpetual hard-on.

But while the physical attraction is out of this world, that’s only because the rest of her is equally appealing.

She’s an incredibly smart med student who is tackling an important research project to help others, she defended me at the Centennial Ball because Sterling was acting like an ass, she gets my issues with my family in a way Sam never has, she’s incredibly supportive, and I almost believe her when she says she loves my being a nurse.

Plus, she’s just so fun to be around—I love our teasing banter and the adorable way she bounces with excitement at random ideas that float through her mind.

We have so much in common: our taste in food and our love for music, not to mention singing.

I can’t wait to sing more duets with her.

And movies. Even though I teased Lucy about Armageddon , I do like this movie for the elements of science fiction and romance.

I’m guessing a large reason for Lucy’s choice was the famous Aerosmith song, “I Don’t Want To Miss a Thing.

” The lyrics really hit close to home for me, and maybe they do for her too.

But I don’t want to miss a thing with her. Every minute I spend with her, I want an hour more. I want time to memorize her face, her lips, her smile. I want to talk to her and feed her and take care of her for as long as she’ll let me .

Mostly, I just want to be the man at her side, cheering her on as she inevitably takes the world by storm.

As the credits roll, Lucy snuggles into me, sighing happily. Having her in my arms is one of my favorite new pastimes.

“I could do this forever,” she says, as if reading my mind.

“Me too,” I say, kissing her on the top of her head. As I stroke her back languidly, I ask, “Would you be open to singing with me again?”

We seem to be using music as another way to communicate (a language in which I’m fluent), and whether it’s discovering songs she loves, singing duets, or serenading her, I’m here for it.

Lucy turns to look at me. “Which song?”

Thinking, I scour my memory for something we can sing together. “Do you know ‘Sun and Moon' from Miss Saigon ?”

Lucy closes her eyes tightly, but a smile is already appearing on her face. “I love that one. How do you always pick the perfect song?”

Smirking, I gleefully grab Lucy’s hand and drag her to my keyboard. We squeeze onto the bench, and I relish the feeling of her pressed against me.

“Do you need the lyrics on my phone?” I ask, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. She obviously has a connection to this song.

Sure enough, Lucy shakes her head, so I give her the first note. When she opens her mouth, her voice is sweet and clear. Because I’m so enthralled with the sound of her voice, I miss my entrance. Lucy giggles and pokes me in the ribs as I jolt back into the song, laughing too .

This song is about two people from different worlds clinging together for one transcendent moment before all hell breaks loose.

If Lucy will have me, we’ll be more than just a moment. I’m even starting to wonder what forever might feel like with her.

As we sing the last few notes together, chills run down my spine.

“Jesus, Lucy.” I am once again completely floored by her voice. “Your mom was definitely wrong.”

Lucy bites her lip. “You really think so?”

I inhale deeply. “Okay, I don’t pretend to be an expert, but Lucy, I’ve heard a lot of singers, and you are fucking great. It pisses me off that you haven’t sung all this time because you didn’t feel good enough.”

As Lucy searches my eyes, her eyes darken. Slowly, she slides off the keyboard bench and kneels in front of me.

Oh God. What is happening right now? “I wasn’t saying that just so you’d…”

“Shut up, Whitlock, and turn the bench towards me,” Lucy says, her voice deeper with want.

What can I say? I shut up and do as she asks.

“You didn’t let me finish you last time, so I’m going to now. I want you to come in my mouth.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Emotion hits me like a mack truck—the fact she wants to do this for me—it means so much more than just the act.

But my brain shuts off as she tugs my boxer briefs down, and it’s all I can do not to blow a load right then and there .

Suddenly, her mouth is on me, and apparently, I don’t need too much of a break when Lucy’s around.

The heat and moisture of her mouth is making my dick spasm, and I’m dying in blissful agony already. I love blow jobs like any other guy, but this is just… holy shit.

Life changing.

Her mouth still around me, Lucy grabs my cock, pumping up and down in the most tantalizing rhythm. As she sucks my swollen tip, the saliva dripping down my shaft lubricates her hand. Panting, I moan as her tongue curls around the head of my cock; I’m unsure how long I have until I detonate.

“Fuck, oh Lucy, oh God.” I’m not religious, but this could be a religious experience. The vision of this gorgeous woman on her knees looking up at me with wide brown eyes, her mouth puckered around my hard shaft, is better than anything I could have imagined in my dreams.

That complete trust I see in her gaze almost undoes me.

Before I know it, I’m on the edge. The erotic visual of her mouth sliding up and down my cock and the slippery feeling of her hands and hotness of her mouth is just too much for me, and I roar as I explode in her mouth.

I jerk several times as I empty myself into her, yelling her name.

I’ve never come this hard—our previous bout of sex the one exception.

Completely spent, I sag on the piano bench; I’m impressed I didn’t fall off. Lucy smiles at me and points to the bathroom. While she’s freshening up, I stagger dazedly to the couch because this piano bench is a bit too hard for comfort, not that I noticed a few seconds ago.

What did I do to deserve this woman?

When Lucy returns with a smug grin on her face and tries to sit next to me on the couch, I growl, “Not so fast!” Swinging her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, I sprint towards my bedroom, Lucy shrieking in delight.

I fling her on her back and strip off her bra and panties in record time. We might as well stay naked at this point. “Fair is fair,” I say. “I get to taste you now.”

Lucy’s eyes widen with desire as I trail kisses on the inside of her inner thigh. “Oh, Jake,” she whimpers.

“What do you want, Lucy?” I say from between her legs, staring at her perfect, glistening pussy. I think I’d be quite happy to stay here forever.

Her hands are pushing me down towards her clit, but I shake her off easily. “Nope. I want to hear you say it.”

There’s a pause where I think maybe I pushed too hard, too fast.

I just want her to be fully in control.

And just when I worry that I did the wrong thing…

“You’re evil,” Lucy says, breathing hard. “I want you to lick me until I come all over your face.”

Fuck.

That’s all the encouragement I need. Her pussy is already dripping. How is she so wet already? Unsurprisingly, Lucy is perfect down here as everywhere else. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and her clit is nestled above soft pink folds .

The first taste almost undoes me—damn, Lucy is honey on my tongue. She writhes, but I hold her down as I continue to explore her. Flicking my tongue back and forth on her swollen nub, I bathe her with my worship.

“Oh Jake!” Lucy’s hands are digging into my hair, and every little sound she makes is thrilling. “Don’t stop,” she gasps.

The only thing that would make me stop is if she asked me to, and even then, it would take a will of steel to do so. I’m thankful she’s egging me on, because I’m dying to make a mess of her.

I plunge my tongue deep inside of her folds, she arches off of the bed. She’s so wet for me. Flicking in and out, I taste her sweet nectar and can’t get enough.

When I insert one finger inside of her, her pussy clenches around my fingers. My cock immediately responds, and I have to briefly adjust my position.

Lucy is bucking her hips wildly. “Jake, I need more!”

Coming back to my senses, I slowly move my finger in and out of her rhythmically. She is so incredibly hot—and I’m so fucking lucky to be here with her.

“How about a second finger, baby?” I ask, my finger never stopping its motion.

“Yes, yes,” Lucy cries. When I insert a second finger, she lets out a low moan that makes my cock twitch. My fingers speed up their piston-like movement as I finger fuck the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“Jake, you make me feel so good,” Lucy says, her pupils blown wide with lust .

I’m not done yet. “How about this?” I ask devilishly as I curl my fingers in a come hither motion.

“Oh, yessss!” If I were a betting man, I’d guess that was her G-spot.

This is my cue to get her all the way there. I lower my face down to her clit again, swirling it with my tongue, bathing it with reverence, while my fingers find her G-spot time and time again. I don’t let up. Licking, sucking, plunging, curling.

Lucy thrashes on the bed. “Oh my God, Jake, I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I’m a freight train, my mouth and fingers working in tandem. I want to fuck her again already. God, I am desperate for her to feel good—I need to get her off so badly.

“Ahhhhh,” Lucy screams as her eyes roll out of her head, her body spasming. I lick, rub, and stroke her, wringing out every little bit of that climax from her. After multiple shudders, she is finally still.

“Holy crap,” Lucy breathes.

I slide up her body, and hug her to me, skin on skin. My cock is still rock hard, but I shift so it’s out of the way as I hold her close. “You taste amazing,” I say.

As I bring Lucy’s lips to mine, I kiss her deeply, the taste of her still on my lips. She doesn’t seem to mind—completely dazed from her orgasm. A ridiculous sense of pride fills my chest, seeing her so satiated.

I did that.

Me .

Lucy sighs. “Damn, Jake. Is it always going to be this good?”

I look at her tenderly. “I’m pretty sure it will only get better and better.”

Both of us are drowsy after our exertions, and Lucy doesn’t need much persuasion to stay over. I lend her a t-shirt to wear to bed, and seeing it draped on her slender form makes me want to pound my chest like some sort of caveman.

Mine.

Even though my arm goes numb during the night, I’m too enamoured with how Lucy is pressed against me to shift: her head on my chest, our legs intertwined, hands threaded together.

Having her with me is the best feeling in the world, and I refuse to move, even if that means amputating that arm.

I wake up several times just to make sure she is still there, as if to prove this is not just a dream.

One thing is clear: if this is real, I’ve officially hit the damn jackpot.