Dueling Drs: A Small Town Hospital Romance

I nodded and watched as she scanned the room for her clothes that had been discarded downstairs. “We should do this again.”

“Again?” Zola froze for a moment and turned slowly, eyes wide with surprise. “You’re ready to go again so soon after?”

I smiled and shook my head. “Not yet, but that’s not what I mean. Is there any reason that you and I can’t keep doing this, having sex?” I didn’t know where the request came from, but the thought of Zola leaving after such a hot night, leaving and never coming back, didn’t sit right with me. “Casually,” I added just in case there was any confusion about what I was offering.

Zola stared at me for a long time, assessing me, studying me as if she could figure out my motives. Then she nodded and I felt my body go slack with relief. “Does this have anything to do with your wife?”

My spine stiffened. “What the hell do you know about my wife?”

She shrugged, not impacted at all by my anger. “She died tragically and you’ve sworn off love, that’s the word around town anyway.”

That was more or less right, but still I didn’t like hearing her talk about Sarah at all. “In a way, that’s true, I guess. I’m not scarred or in need of healing, but I’m also not interested in taking that risk again.” I loved Sarah with my whole heart, even tolerated her need for more dangerous adventures. But I couldn’t do that, couldn’t take that risk.

Not again.

Zola stood at the foot of the bed, still naked, and folded her arms as she studied me a little too closely. “And you think that you can have sex with me, keep it casual and not get weird about it at the office?”

“Yes,” I growled, even though suddenly, I wasn’t sure at all.

A husky laugh escaped her, and she shook her head. “You’re not very convincing, Drew.”

Dammit. “All I have is my word.”

“Yeah, and all I have is past evidence so I’ll tell you what. You have all day today and tonight to get sweaty and dirty, and then not be weird about it tomorrow at the office, to prove it.” Her smile was smug, as if she was just so sure that she had all the answers.

“All day today?”

She nodded and let out a low laugh as I lunged for her, still laughing as she dodged my grasp. “All day.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” I stood and stalked across the room to where she was, but not before Zola took off at a run, still laughing.

“A challenge? I don’t think so.” She could barely get the words out from laughing, and when I finally caught her, she dissolved into a fit of giggles. Long legs slid around my waist and the heels of her feet dug into my ass muscles just as I slipped inside her wet heat.

Again it was a frenetic frenzy, hungry and raw and so full of need I thought I might explode prematurely. I pumped into her wild and fast and deep, and Zola met every stroke with a buck of her hips, sending me so deep that stars lit behind my eyes. She met me stroke for stroke until we were covered in a thick layer of sweat, the sound of flesh smacking together the only thing louder than our cries and moans of pleasure. “Zola,” I growled in her ear and nipped the lobe.

“Right here, Drew.” Her body pulsed and then clenched, and it was my name on her lips when we exploded together, In a stunning display of fireworks.

Being with Zola was easy. Almost too easy. Why did it have to be her? Of all the women over the years who had crossed my path, whether accidentally or through matchmaking machinations of the women in town, none of them were as easy as being with Zola. She made me laugh when she didn’t piss me off. She was witty and smart, and she didn’t take life too seriously. It was intoxicating being around her, and I was only now figuring it out.

I pulled back, ready to ask her what made her so special, but Zola’s breathing had evened out and she was asleep again.

I scooped her up in my arms, carried her to bed and watched her sleep.

Not in a creepy way, though. It was almost, but not quite, romantic.

Zola

“Great surgery, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s do it again soon.” I pulled down my mask and smiled at the surgical team that helped me save the life of a nine year old boy whose congenital heart problems had finally become too problematic to wait. He wasn’t a patient of mine until today, but I was happy to step in and help out, even happier that the surgery had a positive outcome and little Todd had a good prognosis.