Page 39 of Love Medley (Med Wreck Romance #1)

Chapter twenty-nine

Jake

W hile getting signout from the previous nurse, I have to snap to attention a few times.

Distractedly, I’m still imagining how Lucy tastes, how silky her skin feels against mine.

I still think she is way too good for me, but that’s not going to stop me from holding her tight and letting this play out.

I’m addicted to her in the best of ways.

And even though a small voice reminds me that I may get hurt, I know Lucy is worth the risk to my heart.

I’m in this for as long as she is.

I keep busy putting IVs in, drawing blood, and pulling medicines from the Pyxis for my patients.

While what I’m doing is not different from any other shift, I’m changed.

I’ve known logically for some time that there’s been a disconnect between my nursing skills and my perception of my self-worth.

But now after last night, I sense those two becoming aligned—like my head and heart are meeting in tandem.

I’m a good nurse, and at least for today, I believe it.

Somehow, Lucy makes me feel like I may be enough just as I am.

When I stop for a break, Thomas, who is also working today, taps me on the shoulder.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Hey,” I say. “What’s up, man?”

“I wanted to get your advice on something.”

I nod and gesture to the chair next to me. “Sure.”

“As you already know, I want to become a nurse,” he says shyly, sitting down. “I looked into some programs, but I’m not sure which one.”

Over the next few minutes, we discuss the pros and cons of each program and what his career goals are. After working with him for the past few weeks, I know he’d make a great nurse. He’s smart, hardworking, and likeable. “I’d be happy to look at your application if you want me to.”

“Really? Wow, that would be great!” Thomas looks thrilled. He hesitates for a moment. “You were a big reason why I decided to apply.”

“Me?” I’m startled .

“Yes, you. The past few weeks shadowing you has been amazing. You’ve taught me so much, answered all my questions, and kept the shifts fun and informative. If I’m half the nurse you are, I’ll be psyched.”

“Wow, thanks, Thomas.” Oddly, all I feel is a glow of pride. At least for today, my father’s voice is silent.

Before I know it, 2:30pm hits, and Lucy appears. She’s early for her shift, and she’s a vision. I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her in the middle of the ER.

“Hi,” Lucy says with a smile.

“Hi, yourself.” My fingers twitch with the need to touch her.

As if Lucy can read my thoughts, she glances around us. “Too bad this place is so public.”

“Tell me about it,” I groan.

“Um.” Lucy’s eyes dance mischievously. “I have an idea. I’ll send you a text in a few minutes. See you soon.”

Dazed by Lucy’s quick arrival and just as rapid exit, I keep glancing at my phone every few seconds, awaiting for her text.

And then my phone pings. Her message describes the location of a call room for medical students.

Lucy: Meet me there in 10 minutes.

At this message, the blood rushes down to my cock, and I readjust myself quickly, glad that scrubs are baggy.

Ten minutes pass like years before I hurriedly tell Alicia that I’m going to take a quick break, even though I recently had one.

Before she has time to question my motives, I quickly leave .

Because my motives are very sexual in nature and not very work-related. I laugh to myself—so much for being a good role model.

The medical student call room is not in the ER, so I have to exit the ER, climb up a flight of stairs, and meander through a couple of hallways before I fumble with the code to get into the suite.

As soon as I open the door, I see four rooms and a bathroom, and Lucy in the doorway of the rightmost room, beckoning with one crooked finger.

“God, Lucy,” I moan, my mouth already capturing hers. “I can’t think about anything except you.”

“Me too,” Lucy says. “I couldn’t wait to be back in your arms.”

“Thank God for call rooms so people like us can be sketchy.”

Lucy giggles. “I never thought Grey’s Anatomy was realistic, and yet, here we are.”

I growl at her, shut and lock the door behind us, and strip off her clothes as quickly as I can. She has on another goddamned adorable skirt, and it’s easy access. She shivers in my arm as I nuzzle her bare skin. “You taste so good,” I breathe against her lush lips.

Her hands are peeling off my scrubs and stroking me everywhere, and I need to be inside her immediately, as close as physically possible.

I halt abruptly. “Oh shit,” I say. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Have you been tested recently?” Lucy asks.

“Actually, yes. I’m clean, and I haven’t been with anyone else for over a year.” In fact, I got tested in June before I met Lucy. Maybe subconsciously I knew I was ready to move on .

“I got tested after I broke up with Weston,” Lucy says. “And I have an IUD. I don’t want to use a condom. I need to be closer to you.”

“Jesus, Lucy,” I mutter into her hair. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Lucy says, pulling away to look at me with her big brown eyes. “I’ve never had sex without a condom, and I want you to be the first man to fill me.”

“Fuck, Lucy,” I manage to say. After everything she’s been through, I know what a big deal this is. It would be a big deal for any woman, but for Lucy, it’s…everything.

“I want this more than anything in the world,” I say, my voice shaking, “but I want you to be completely sure. I never want you to regret—”

“Oh, shut up, Whitlock, and kiss me.” She takes matters into her own hands…literally…and pulls my head down for a smouldering kiss.

I’m trembling with excitement. “You’d be my first too.” The amount of trust she puts in me is precious—I hope I can prove to her that I’m worthy of it.

I lie her back gently on the bed, my cock as hard and dripping as it’s ever been, and nudge her folds. We both moan simultaneously from that sensation alone. I’ve never been skin to skin with anyone, and I’m so glad it’s Lucy. She makes sex feel brand new.

“I need you,” Lucy pleads. Because I can no longer hold onto my restraint, I slide in slowly.

She gasps, and I’m holding my breath, feeling each bit of friction with no barriers between us.

It feels so fucking amazing, and every inch is a mini-explosion to my nerves.

She’s so hot and wet, and it takes everything in me not to climax early.

I let out a deep breath when I’m all the way in, filling her to the max, and she wraps her legs around me, pushing me in even more, if that’s possible.

“Holy. Fuck,” I gasp. I’m incoherent, unable to clear my thoughts.

Lucy is…the center of everything that matters.

Having her wrapped around me in such an intimate way—it’s a gift.

We’re both struggling to stay quiet, so I silence Lucy’s beautiful mouth with a kiss.

Drowning in each other, we moan into each other’s mouths as I slowly move in and out of that slick area that I cannot get enough of.

I know, I just know, I’m going to climax harder than I ever have before.

But I don’t want to get there without Lucy; I want her to go over the edge at the same time.

Reaching between our joined bodies, I gently flick Lucy’s clit with my thumb, rhythmically back and forth.

Her whimpers against my lips spur me on, and I adjust my thrusts to rub against her G-spot.

As she squirms against me, I can tell she’s feeling the buildup just as acutely as I am. Faster, faster.

“Harder,” Lucy whispers.

I oblige, pounding myself into her soft pliant flesh, harder and faster.

And then…a climax so explosive I let out a muffled yell against her neck.

Lucy topples over the precipice at the same time, and her pussy clenches and spasms around my cock. She’s squeezing out every bit of juice I have in me, and I shudder so many times that I don’t even know where I am anymore.

I collapse on top of her, breathing hard. “Lucy…”

I’m done for. “God, woman, you’re going to break me one day.”

I feel the upturn of her lips against my neck. “I’m happy to try.”

At the same time, we realize that we’re in a new predicament neither of us has been in before.

“Erm,” Lucy says sheepishly. “I guess things are a bit more messy than we’re used to.”

I laugh. “Dammit, I didn’t even think.”

“I’ll… hold it in until you can grab some Kleenex or towels from the bathroom?”

I close my eyes, grinning. “Let’s do that.” I pull out of her more quickly than I’d like, and she blushes as she holds her hands over herself.

In record time, I pull on my scrubs, grab some tissues from the communal bathroom, and slip back into the room.

As she cleans herself up, I pinch myself.

Lucy…it all comes back to her.

She pulls on her clothes and straightens out her white coat while pulling up her hair with an elastic ponytail holder. “You seem to get me out of my comfort zone, Mr. Whitlock,” she says primly.

“Oh, you are going to blame me for this?” I say. “Convenient.” But I give her a wink and a quick kiss on the lips. I’m stupidly preening from the knowledge I’m the reason for the flush on her cheeks…and everywhere else .

“You go first, and then I’ll come out in a few minutes,” Lucy says, giving me a slap on the ass.

Giddily, I exit the room.

Is this how my life is going to be from now on? If so, sign me up.