Tesoro: Mayhem Makers

Chapter 3

Chapter

Three

KATE

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were done with clinicals,” Andi questions as I drop my bag into the seat beside her.

“I did, I’m working as a nurse today for Simon.” Keeping the part of avoiding being at home today to myself.

“That’s right,” Andi smiles. “His wife had their baby last week.”

Nodding, I take advantage of the situation. “A little girl, who, according to Simon, demands that her daddy hold her constantly. Besides, the ER this time of year is the perfect place to study.”

Dallas Memorial was a teaching hospital, which meant during the school year, it was filled with interns and student nurses who were all too eager to interact with patients.

“You’re not wrong.” Andi admits, typing away on the keyboard. “Besides, I imagine it’s hard to study with Brady up your ass all day.” Turning toward me, she wags her eyebrows suggestively.

“That too,” I agree automatically, an immense amount of guilt blanketing me as I lie to my best friend's face. I'm such a chicken shit. If Andi knew of my plans, she would be my biggest cheerleader. Why I lack the courage to tell her my secrets is beyond me.

“Well.” Standing from her chair, Andi moves around the desk, “I’m off to save muscles. Page me if you need me.” It's a joke between us. Andi is a physical therapist who volunteers to be on call for the ER. Why the hospital administration demands PT on call is beyond the both of us, but they pay her well, so we don't question it.

“Don't forget, I'm picking you up bright and early tomorrow.”

“I haven’t forgotten, I'm looking forward to it actually.” Having nearly preordered the latest book from Cayce Poponea, I was looking forward to having some time after my exams to read something other than medical textbooks.

“Looking forward to what?” An automatic cringe commandeers my body, forcing my eyes to slam shut, bile rising in my throat at the sound of his voice. The owner, another issue I’d swept under the rug in avoidance of dealing with the aftermath.

“A date with me, that’s what.” Andi answered, as I willed my body to relax. “Jealous, Brady?” She added, and I knew the answer before it left his lips.

His fingers brush mine, and I feel him lean into me, “Fuck yes, I am.” His breath smells thankfully of mint and not the usual cheap whiskey. Still, I want to distance myself from him.

Locking eyes with Andi, silently begging for a rescue. My relationship with Brady is complicated, many details kept in dark corners so I don't have to think about them. More of those secrets I’ve kept to myself, another lie I’ve allowed to come to life.

“Well, too damn bad. She’s hanging out with me this weekend.” Andi grips my hand, jerking me toward her. I go willingly, my steps sloppy as I feel the distance between myself and Brady increase.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Brady tucks his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. “Your boards are in three weeks, Kate.”

His statement holds so much weight, a reminder of the rushed promise I’d made him months ago.

“You should be studying instead of working.”

“My landlady would disagree,” I counter, the words out of my mouth before I can think.

“You know I can fix that,” Brady reminds me, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I know.” Stepping around the counter, using the wood as a shield. I can sense Andi’s confusion and I know there will be a long conversation during the dinner she promised me.

“I have to get to work,” I say to them both, turning on my heels and heading toward the exam room I plan to study in. I know I'm running out of time, used all my excuses and hall-passes of avoidance. I have to come clean, tell Andi of the promise I made, and confess to Brady how I truly feel.

My attempt at studying is futile as the ER was rushed with multiple accidents. One of the student nurses ran from the room when an accident victim was brought in handcuffed to the gurney. The arresting officer, Vinney, refused to release him when she screamed there were no prisoners in her ER.

“When are you going to quit playing hard to get with me?” Vinney questioned, after having a good laugh at the student nurse.

“You know I don’t date cops, Vinney.”

“Who said anything about dating?”

Vinney was a handsome man, with tan skin and dark eyes. He, like the rest of the cops he hung around, was rippled with muscles he worked hard to maintain. It was rumored he’d slept with the majority of the nursing staff. Andi hated him after a drunken moment at a Christmas party a few years ago, where she confessed she held deep feelings for him and he rejected her.

“You realize you just proved my point.”

One of the first things I learned when I became a nurse was to never fall for cops, firemen, or paramedics. While a majority of them are calendar worthy, they’re also complete manwhores. Personally, I wasn't interested in being a notch on anyone’s bedpost. Having witnessed far too many meltdowns when some poor nurse learned she wasn’t the only girl occupying a first responder’s bed.

“I’m just letting you know if you find yourself needing a release?—”

“I have porn and fresh batteries, I’m good,” I interrupted, wrapping my stethoscope around my neck and exiting the room.

Hours later, I tiredly toss my bag to the chair in my living room, dropping my body onto the cushion beside it. My lease lay taunting me in the center of my coffee table. I was too exhausted to deal with informing my landlady the document wouldn’t be signed, nor did I have the energy to write my notice of vacating the apartment I’d lived in for years.

Resting my head on the back of the chair, I closed my eyes and thought back to the conversation between Vinney and myself. How long had it been since I’d had sex? The tingle in my lower pelvis told me it had been too long.

Turning my head to the side, I open my eyes and focus on the bed I’d vacated early this morning. “Fresh batteries,” I remind myself, a smile curling at the corner of my lips. I recall the first vibrator I owned, a gag gift I’d received during a bachelorette party I attended years ago.

Standing to my full height, I make my way to my bedroom, tugging my scrub top over my head and tossing it to the hamper in the corner. Reaching behind my back, unhooking the snaps on my bra which joins my top.

Dropping to my knees, I reach under my bed, pulling out the box I kept hidden under there. Opening the lid, I pull out a pair of nipple stimulators. I was a tit girl, loving nothing more than to have a guy suck the shit of of them as he fucked me.

“Fuck,” I hissed as the suction closed over my nipples and began to tighten. I could get off from this alone, but as I moved to close the lid, I caught sight of my favorite vibrator. An impulse purchase when I was buying the nipple stimulators.

Removing my pants and underwear, I licked the bottom of the suction cup, before pressing it to the wood floor and sliding the switch to on. Gripping the side of the mattress, I lowered myself to the head of the vibrator, the twirling head colliding with my swollen clit. I can feel the wetness, hear it, as my vibrator comes in contact over and over again.

Reaching down, I increase the pressure of the nipple stimulator as I lower myself onto my vibrator.

“Son of a bitch.” My thoughts are given life as I begin riding the silicone cock. Having selected the deluxe model, I grip the comforter tighter as the vibrator begins matching my thrusts, the clit stimulator circling mine as I race closer to the edge.

“So fucking good,” I say to the empty room as the anal attachment vibrates against my ass. I’d never inserted it, never made it long enough to need the added pleasure.

“Oh,” my body clenches with an orgasm, the vibrator not missing a beat as it continues to pound into me. The cups on my nipples still pulsing in time with the one on my clit.

Balancing on my knees, I hold on as two more orgasms wash over me, blanketing me with a euphoria that leaves me feeling like a bowl of jello. My body may be relaxed, but the lease on my table reminds me I have decisions to make.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” I lie to myself as I stand and crawl naked between the sheets.