CHAPTER SEVEN
College flew by. I changed my major to nursing, graduated with a BSN, became an RN, and entered graduate school.
I wanted to be a physician’s assistant, and I just had a couple of months left in the program.
I hadn’t decided if I wanted to work in surgery at a hospital or in a general practice setting, but I could do a couple of residencies after graduation to help me decide.
I also knew a lot of nurses changed locations, added certifications, and so on during their careers.
Tim and I stayed close. I’d gone to parties, football games, and fraternity mixers with him at Georgia Tech.
He’d hung out with Imani and me in our apartment in Decatur.
We were more low key than he was. We’d cook and play board games.
She had a long-time boyfriend, and they were both in medical school.
They studied all the time. Sometimes I even forgot I had a roommate.
Tim had gone to France with me a couple of times during breaks, and we’d had a blast. He’d enjoyed meeting my friends… except for Jacques. The two of them had never hit it off. Overall, though, it had been wonderful being in Paris at Christmas or during the spring with my best friend.
Now things were really changing. He’d graduated from Tech and had been working at the quarry over a year now.
He had a condo on the outskirts of Indigo Falls and often had get-togethers and parties.
I had a standing invitation, but there were plenty of times I was too busy with my studies to come.
Still, I did my best to be there as often as I could.
Tim’s condo was nice, and he kept it that way.
Yes, he had lots of parties, but they weren’t raging keggers like a college party.
They were more like glorified dinner parties.
He had friends over from college who were computer scientists, engineers, doctors, lawyers, and so on.
There was always plenty of wine, beer, and mixed drinks available, and he always made sure that people brought an appetizer to share when they came.
I had brought a dessert platter I’d picked up at a grocery store this time. He had this friend, Cora, who always coordinated the dishes for him through this party planning app she’d made herself. It had been wildly successful, and I was pretty sure she’d made millions off it.
I was also pretty sure she was very into Tim. As far as I knew, he hadn’t gone there yet, but I wasn’t sure why he hadn’t. She was his type.
I was leaning against a wall in his condo, a glass of wine in my hand, observing his friends mingling around. I didn’t have tons in common with most of them, but there were a few I enjoyed being around. Tonight, though, my mind was elsewhere. I was so close to graduation I could taste it.
I couldn’t wait to be done with school. I loved it in some ways, but I was burned out for the time being.
I was excited about my residency opportunities, though.
I had offers at several hospitals, including one in Atlanta.
But I also had an offer at my dream hospital—Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. I bit my lip just thinking about it.
It would only be for one year, but I knew it would be hard to leave my friends. Who was I kidding? It would be hard to leave Tim and his family.
I was leaning towards the opportunity in Atlanta, even though my dad was pushing me to take any of the other opportunities. I knew he had ulterior motives, though. The older I got, the more I looked like my mom. He couldn’t handle it. He just wanted me gone. At least, that’s what I thought it was.
I leaned against the wall and sipped a glass of chardonnay. I was loosely involved in a conversation with a few people, but I found myself mainly staring at Tim. He was talking to Cora and looking much flirtier than I’d ever seen him before with her.
She looked perfect. Her long, blonde hair was shiny and perfectly curled.
Her makeup was applied carefully to look as if she’d only spent a few minutes putting it on.
You know, that whole natural look that was anything but natural.
Her dress was tight and short without being too over the top.
And she was obviously wearing a push-up bra to make her already plentiful cleavage even more noticeable.
She threw back her head and laughed at something Tim said, and I saw his eyes drop to her chest. I pulled my eyes away, took a sip of my wine, and forced myself to focus on whatever the group I was standing with was talking about.
“What are you thinking about so hard over here, beautiful?”
I looked up, a little startled. A handsome guy stood in front of me with a glass of wine held out towards me. “I noticed you needed another one of these.”
I glanced down at the glass in my hand. I hadn’t even noticed it was empty. “Oh. Thanks,” I smiled at him.
“I’m Rafe.” He extended his hand to me, and I shook it. He didn’t let go, and his intense green eyes locked on mine.
“I’m…”
“Natalie Martin. I know. I’ve been trying to get an introduction to you for a while now, but your man over there is a little overprotective.” He gestured behind him to Tim.
I frowned and glanced at Tim. He was watching our interaction carefully. He did not look at all pleased.
What was going on? He was even ignoring Cora, much to her disgust.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, looking him over appreciatively. He was handsome. Tall, tan, and muscular with green eyes and brown hair, he seemed like my type of guy. Physically at least. “How do you know Tim?”
He got a bit of a smirk on his face. “We lived in the same dorm freshman year at Tech.”
I nodded, and looked back to where I’d last seen Tim. He was gone. I figured he was making out with somebody, maybe Cora, in his bedroom.
And then he was right beside me. He put his arm around me, pulling me into his hard, muscular body possessively. “What are you doing, Rafe?”
“Just talking to your friend, bro.”
Tim hated when people called each other bro. I had to stifle a laugh, even though I didn’t have a clue what was going on between these two. The hostility was so thick you could feel it. “Oh, she’s a lot more than my friend.”
Then, before I knew what was happening, Tim’s lips were on mine.
His arms were wrapped around me, and I was enveloped in his scent—a particular blend of the outdoors, something faintly beachy, and his laundry detergent—which always made me feel at home.
I was still as a plank of wood in his arms for a moment, I was so shocked.
Then I felt myself responding as if someone had lit a flame inside me.
My lips crashed against his and I pulled his body as close as I could get it.
It wasn’t enough. My arms went around his neck, and one of my legs went as far as I could get it around his waist. My dress was hampering me. Keeping me from him.
His hands went to my waist and jerked me against his lower body at the same time his tongue thrust into my mouth in an obvious approximation of what he wanted to do to me elsewhere.
I gasped as I felt his long, thick erection against my stomach.
I rocked against him, and he let out a pained groan against my mouth as our lips continued to mingle and taste each other.
It still wasn’t enough. I wanted to climb him.
I wanted him inside me. I needed him closer.
He must’ve felt the same way because he hiked my dress up and grabbed me under the ass, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued kissing madly, wildly, and I vaguely became aware of voices in the background saying things like, “about time,” and “I wondered how long it was going to take them,” as Tim walked me towards his room.
He pushed me against the closed door to his room while he fumbled with the doorknob. He kissed and sucked down my neck at the same time, while I gasped with pleasure and writhed against him.
He finally grasped the knob and turned it, making us practically fall into his room. He walked me to the bed and tossed me onto it before turning and kicking his door closed. He was back in the blink of an eye, and had my dress pulled over my head before I even knew what was happening.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t slow down and appreciate each other’s bodies. We just basically ripped each other’s clothes off and went at it. It was wild and hurried and rough and chaotic. We were all over each other. Our hands and mouths were everywhere.
The next thing I knew I heard the sound of foil ripping, and Tim was rolling a condom on. I bit my lip as I stared at him. His cock was long and thick and the biggest of anyone I’d ever been with.
And then I was on my back, and he was moving over me.
I could feel him trembling slightly, and I stopped for a second to caress his face.
We stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds, and while no words passed between us, I felt as if our souls spoke to each other.
Like they’d found each other after a long time of searching for who they were supposed to be with.
And then he was pushing inside me, and I struggled a little to take him. Then I relaxed and enjoyed it, and he bottomed out inside me. We were both still for a moment. I was appreciating how full I was, and he was breathing hard as if he was trying not to come.
Once he’d gotten himself under control, he started to move.
Fast. And then hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. We didn’t talk.
We just went at each other like animals.
It was like we were on the same wavelength.
I knew right before he grabbed me and flipped me over.
He pushed my head down while I lifted my ass up just as his big hands grabbed my hips.
He put one leg beside me for leverage and started pounding inside me over and over again.
I rocked back into him taking him deeper and deeper.