My face scrunched up and I made a little noise.
“No! He sucked? But he’s so damn good looking and has a body to die for.”
“That he does. The man is in shape, but he…oh God…I can’t believe I’m talking about this. Promise not to say a word to Natalie!” I whispered.
Lucy crossed her heart with her finger, then made like she was zipping her lips.
With another quick look at the door, I said, “He came practically the moment he got inside me. I mean, it was like four, maybe five thrusts, and then he was groaning. He didn’t even offer to, you know.”
“Make you come?”
I groaned. “Oh God, someone is going to hear you.”
“What? I’m a get-to-the-point kind of girl.”
Sighing, I shook my head.
“I mean, he rolled off of me and I sort of laid there for a few minutes, and I think it finally dawned on him.”
“His mouth?”
I was positive my eyes nearly popped out of my head. “You are direct, aren’t you?”
“Are you a prude, Saryn?”
“A prude?” I asked with a humorless laugh.
“Yeah, I mean, if you need me to tone down my words, I can. It’s okay if you’re not into that sort of stuff. Not all women like it.”
I could feel my cheeks heating. Then Lucy nearly dropped her mug.
“You’ve never had a guy go down on you, have you?” she whispered, a look of horror on her face. “Your husband? Never?”
With a shake of my head, she let out a sigh that said she needed to fix this and stat.
When she focused back on me, she asked, “Okay, so he used his fingers, did it feel good, at least?”
I nodded. “Yeah, nothing I couldn’t do for myself, though.”
She placed a hand over her chest and smiled. “You’re not a total loss. I can work with this.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, jerking my head back.
“Did you have sex with him again?”
“No. He fell asleep.”
She motioned with her hands. “My gawd, what a dick!”
I leaned in and whispered, “After he made me orgasm, he literally rolled over and fell asleep. I laid there for about an hour trying to figure out if I should just leave! He woke up around seven and we had sex again. This time he made sure I…” My eyes darted to the door again, then back to Lucy. “He made sure I came first before he did his quick five or six pumps.”
This time Lucy did laugh, and I finally let myself laugh, as well. It was nice having another woman to talk to. Most of my high school friends had moved away and were happily married. Linnzi had moved to France after her accident and we hardly got to talk.
Honestly, I hadn’t really talked to any friends from high school. Tim had made sure I’d focused most of my time and attention on him, which cost me most of my friends.
“Note to self, never hook up with Luke,” Lucy said as she pretended to type it on her phone.
I slapped at her hand and shook my head.
“Thank you for talking to me. I don’t really have many friends here.”
Her smile softened and she said, “I don’t either. Most women are put off by me, which is fine. But if you ever want to talk or need to talk…or, hell, just need someone to hang out with, I’m your girl.”
My heart was touched by her kindness. “Thank you, Lucy. You’ve made me feel at home since the day I met you, and I appreciate that. Not everyone has.”
She nodded. “That’s because they know you’re a better nurse than them.”
And there it was again: the woman shocked me into silence once more with her brutally honest words.
She smiled. “Come on, our shift is on, let’s go heal people and shit like that.”
Laughing, I turned and rinsed out my mug before setting it on the drying rack. It had felt good to talk to someone about what happened during my first attempt at moving on with my life. Even though a pretty big part of me regretted my night with Luke, another part was glad I did it. It had felt good to throw out caution and let my guard down.
An hour hadn’t gone by when Lucy walked up to me and handed me a chart. “Can you see the guy in bay four? I’ve got to help Dr. Passel with a patient.”
“Sure,” I said, taking the chart and slipping it under my arm. “What’s wrong with him?”
She shrugged and headed over to another bay. “I didn’t get a chance to ask.”
I turned and walked over to bay four. Before I opened the curtain, I froze as I read the name.
Luke Martin.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I took in a deep breath and pulled the curtain back. Luke was sitting on the table, a smile on his face.
“Luke, is everything okay?” I asked, scanning him to make sure he hadn’t been hurt in any way. He was dressed in his cop uniform.