Maybe Jack was right, and Richard really was a loser who wanted to get into my pants. A very persistent loser who might force me to switch gyms anyway. Why had I agreed to this date in the first place?
Oh, yeah. I returned Jack’s glare with one of my own. I’d been caught in a weak moment while trying to convince myself I should date someone else because Jack was just my friend. Really, an argument could easily be made that this whole situation was his fault for not making a move sooner.
I dropped my hand away from his mouth and muttered into the phone, “Asking me another dozen times isn’t going to change anything. I’m not going to meet you today and I won’t be saying yes to you in the future.”
“That’s what you told me the fifth time I asked you out.”
He’d kept track of my responses? I made a mental note to check out other gyms in the very near future. Avoiding the creepy guy I’d almost spent the day with was now a top priority for me. And night, gag!
“It’s not going to happen, Richard. Not the next time you ask, or a dozen times after that. So do us both a favor and stop asking me.”
I disconnected the call while he was in the middle of arguing with me. I’d clearly had a close call with him and he wasn’t worth any more of my time, not when I had the object of my own obsession standing right in front of me—grinning, the smug bastard.
“It’s a good thing you made it clear you weren’t interested. There’s only room for one dick in this relationship and it sure as hell isn’t him.”
“I’ll have you know, Richard doesn’t like to be called Dick,” I countered, while doing a little dance in my head over the fact that Jack had just called whatever was happening between us a relationship.
He tugged on my arm, leading me into the living room and pulling me down so I was straddling his lap on the couch. “How about you worry about this dick instead,” he murmured in my ear, grinding his hips upwards.
His hot length bumped against my clit, making me shudder. I twined my arms around his neck and pushed my knees into the cushions on either side of his hips as I moved over him. His hands slid under my shirt, skimming up my back. I circled my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth and exploring. One of his hands slid upwards, fisting in my hair and angling my head as he deepened his kiss.
My pussy had been sore earlier, but now it was aching for a different reason. I rubbed against him with purpose, dry humping his cock until I felt my body tightening. Groaning, he pulled me closer, my tits pressed hard against his chest and his hardened length as close to my body as it could get with clothes between us. Pleasure started to pump through my body, only to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. A-fucking-gain.
“No,” I whimpered.
Jack released his hold on my hair, reaching out an arm to snag my phone from where I’d dropped it on the cushion next to us.
“She might have been nice about it, but I’m not going to bother because we both know there’s only one way you’re gonna back off from her and that’s when you realize she’s already taken. Stay away from what’s mine.”
I sucked in a breath at the possessiveness evident in his tone, my eyes dropping down to the screen when he swiped his thumb across it to disconnect the call. Only there was one problem. The number on the display wasn’t Richard’s. The area code wasn’t even local. The call had come from Minneapolis. Minneapolis!
“No!” I cried out, grabbing the phone from his hand and jumping off his lap.
I paced away from him, pressing the number in my call history to call back.
“Dr. Reed?”
The male voice on the other end of the line sounded confused, understandably so, considering what Jack had told him.
“Yes, this is she. I’m sorry I missed your call just now.”
“How odd,” he muttered. “There must have been a switch up with the lines or something.”
I wasn’t about to admit to the true origins of the “or something” in this situation. “To whom am I speaking?”
“Oh, yes. I’m Declan McGowan, head of Pediatrics at Children’s Minneapolis. I’m sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but we have an unexpected opening for our Chief of Pediatric Surgery and were hoping you’d consider taking the position. I know it’s unorthodox, but considering our current Chief barely beat you out for the position, the board thought we could bypass some of the steps in the hiring process if you were still interested.”
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I’d been crushed when I’d lost the spot as their Chief of Surgery to another candidate last year. It wasn’t that I was unhappy with my current job, but this was a big promotion at a well-respected hospital. I swiveled around, my eyes landing on Jack. Dream job, dream man. Different cities. Damn my luck.
5
Jack
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but I watched closely as Ellison’s expression went from surprised to ecstatic. Then she turned to look at me and it shifted once again, this time to indecision. Whatever the person on the line was saying was clearly confusing her and it pissed me off. We were happening. End of story.
I frowned, tempted to take her phone and play a permanent game of “Keep Away.” Of course, the doctor in me would never separate her from her connection to the hospital. He would, however, hang up on the fucker making her question our relationship.
She turned away from me, her phone to her ear, and moved to leave the room. Not fucking happening. I snagged her arm and tugged her back into my lap. She scowled at me but gave up struggling to move when she realized I wasn’t going to budge.
“Thank you for the opportunity, Declan.”
Declan? What kind of a man was named Declan? A man with a pussy, that’s who.
“I know you need an answer soon, however my”—she glanced at me—“situation has changed since we last spoke.”
I was getting really irritated at being left out of this conversation. I made a grab for her phone so I could listen in but she batted my hand away and pinched the skin so hard I yelped in pain.
“Sorry, one of my patients was just given a shot. Anyway, could I have some time to think it over?”
I growled and ended up with her hand pressed over my mouth again. Think what over, dammit?
“Great. Thank you, Declan. I’ll be in touch soon.”
She pushed the disconnect button on the phone then smacked my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole sometimes, Jack!”
“Who the fuck was that?” I demanded.
She sighed. “Let me have a little time to process, then we’ll discuss it, I promise.”
I was about to argue, but the feel of her lips on mine and her hot little pussy rubbing against my still hard cock distracted me. She placed little kisses along my jaw until she was by my ear. “Who owns my pussy, honey?”
“You better fucking know who you belong to, Ellie,” I snarled as I cupped her ass and yanked her closer, leaving absolutely no room between us. I ripped my shirt from over her head and latched onto a nipple, squeezing her ass hard as I sucked. Removing one hand, I freed my dick from my boxers and shoved the overly large boxers to the side, baring her dripping pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, right? You’re drenched for the man who owns this pussy?” She moaned
and I grabbed her hips to slam her down onto my cock as I surged inside of her. One thrust and I was fully seated inside her, her tight, slick walls gripping me, sucking me impossibly deeper.
We both groaned and after the phone calls and her change in attitude after the last one, I had no control left. I drove up into her, bringing her down hard as I entered her over and over, rubbing against her clit every time. My lips licked, bit, and sucked on her large, diamond hard nipples. I loved the way they felt in my mouth, tasted on my tongue.
My hands journeyed from her hips to the firm, round globes of her ass, spreading the cheeks. The middle finger of my right hand ringed her puckered little hole and when she cried out in pleasure, I put the tip inside as I brought her down one last time and we shattered together.
I emptied inside her, long jets of come filling her as I silently cheered my boys on, encouraging them to reach the finish line. I quickly shifted so we were lying on the couch with her trapped below me, staying buried deep inside her. I didn’t want any of that shit leaking out. She didn’t seem to mind, sighing and wrapping her legs around my waist.
I didn’t want to start our relationship off with secrets or dishonesty, so I decided it was time to have the condom conversation, right after I’d buttered her up (go ahead, laugh. I get it) and was still filling her with my cock.
I kissed her deeply first. “Baby, we need to talk,” I mumbled against her lips.
“Hmmmm?” her tone was relaxed and mellow. I wasn’t above taking advantage of her agreeable mood.
“You know we didn’t use condoms last night? Or this morning?”
She groaned, “Shit. Damn you and your giant cock, Jack Halston. I can’t think when you’re fucking my brains out.”
I didn’t even try to hide my smug grin.
She rolled her eyes. “You need to figure out how to use a condom, Jack. I swear to all that is holy, if you got me pregnant with your baby, I’m going to kick your ass. Besides, I’d probably be forced to have a C-section because it will inevitably inherit your mammoth ego and a head that large won’t fit out of my vagina.”