6. Reed
Chapter six
Reed
The next day, I’m finishing up an emergency surgery on a car accident patient when I realize I haven’t gotten any more pages from the ICU. As I scrub down, I can’t help my wandering mind.
I've been…dreaming of her. That's not normal…
It can't be. I've only known this woman for a few days.
Yet I can't seem to stop.
The amount of shrapnel I removed from my patient’s leg isn’t enough to distract me as flowing, pin-straight, black hair paints a perfect picture behind my eyes.
The teasing way Thalia grinned at me is infectious, and I find myself smiling along with her as I shake the water off my hands. “Get a life, Reed.”
I send a quick wave to the nurses of the OR before heading out into the hall, and I almost bump into someone. My hands lift to her biceps on reflex, and my apology dies on my tongue as pale blue eyes stare back at me. “I’m sorry…Thalia?”
She smiles brightly, her whole face lighting up and stunning me with a punch to the gut. Holy shit. “Dr. Dreamy!”
I cover her mouth, looking around for any of my colleagues roaming the halls. “Don’t call me that while I’m on the clock.” Her tongue slicks over my palm and I yank my appendage back, wiping it on my coat. “Did you just lick me?”
“We’ll circle back to that later,” she waves a delicate hand. “I need your phone. Mine died and I have to call someone.”
“Circle back—I just came from surgery, Thalia. That’s disgusting!” She grabs the lapel of my coat, dragging me into the nearest surgical supply closet before closing the door.
She holds out a hand, opening and closing her fingers in a give me gesture. “Phone.”
I sigh, digging into my blue scrubs as I pull out my device and hand it to her. “This goes against so many HR violations…”
“Not the rule-breaker type, I see.” She smirks as she unlocks the screen, and her eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, couldn’t make the font any bigger? What are you? Eighty?”
I deadpan. “That little font is hard to read with my old-man eyes.”
She hums as she types a number on the keypad. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Ten years isn’t so bad.” She lifts the speaker to her ear.
“Ten years?” I repeat in a question, but she ignores me as whoever she’s calling answers.
“Hey, Bailey! Quick update. Brooks is trying to—” Her eyes cut to me before she cups a hand over her mouth and turns around.
Whatever she says next is muffled. I wait patiently for my phone, brows raised as a small argument ensues between whoever she’s speaking with.
“How was I supposed to know! Oh, there’s a normie here, so that’s why I’m whispering.
In a hospital. Brooks shot me. Yeah, I told my family.
God, is everyone a fucking stickler? Bye.
” She slams her finger on the red button, grumbling under her breath as she hands the phone back to me.
Wait, she knows who shot her?
Why does she seem so calm about it?
“What was all of that about?” I ask, masking my growing curiosity with light-hearted conversation. I’m itching to figure this woman out.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would. That’s why I asked.” I shrug.
She gets this suggestive little smile that makes my blood race as she closes in on me.
I take a small step back only for her to advance until I can feel the heat from her lithe body.
I swallow thickly, blinking as she trails her fingers up my chest. “What do you say we break a few more rules while we’re here, hmm? ”
I’m fucking sweating.
When was the last time a beautiful woman looked at me like that—like she wanted to eat me alive?
My eyes roam over her pale cheeks and the slight curve of my small nose.
Just below, plump, full, pale pink lips are soft and beckoning like a siren’s call.
But it isn’t just Thalia’s appearance that has me weak in the knees.
It’s all the mystery—the urge to dig down to her center and uncover all of those secrets I know she harbors.
She’s enchanting as she is dangerous and tantalizing. And I’m begging for a taste.
I’ve never been one to break the rules. I’m orderly and curt. Everything I do is with methodical necessity, but in her presence, my normalcy seems so…boring. This woman is brimming with excitement and adventure, and I’ve never wanted to take hold of something so fiercely.
I lift my hand to her neck, causing her to suck in a breath as my fingers dance over her flesh until they tangle in the long, flowing locks of her silky hair.
I can feel her pulse flutter, her eyes mimicking it as she waits in anticipation.
The air is so thick and heavy, and I feel like I’m not taking enough oxygen as I stare down at her.
“If I kiss you…”
She nods, her throat working in a gulp. “Uh-huh.”
I angle my head down to her, pinning her with my eyes. “It doesn’t leave this closet. Do you understand?”
Her head tilts as she stares back at me with half-lidded eyes—the gaze of a vixen. “Will I be your little secret, Reed?”
Fuck me.
Hearing her say my name in that sultry tone has the blood rushing to a long-abandoned part of me. If she were to touch me, I would embarrass myself right here, in the supply closet of the hospital I work at.
“I’m okay with being your secret,” she steps closer, her chest rising and falling with her breath. “As long as I’m the only one.” Her gaze flickers to my left hand. “I don’t see a ring. Any girlfriends I should know about?”
I shake my head. “None.”
She hums as she smiles, her eyes turning wide and innocent. “It’s cute you think I don’t already know that…”
I blink back at her, a furrow in my brow. “Do you know that?”
Her grin turns secretive as she winks. “Kiss me, Doctor.”
I swoop in, reason and sanity blurring as our mouths meet, and I experience something I’ve never felt before.
Her mouth is plush and pliant against mine as electricity zaps between us.
It sends bolts down my arms, causing my skin to prickle as her taste, light and minty, explodes on me.
I lose all control, my hand fisting tightly into her strands as I sweep my tongue over the seal of her lips.
She responds with hungry movements, moaning in her throat as she opens for me.
It’s like the tether between us snaps—whipping its frayed ends as heat and need collide. Every pass of my tongue over hers makes us deepen this until my body begins to move without thought. I back her up against the opposite wall and revel in her gasp as my knee wedges between her thighs.
What am I doing?
Why can’t I stop myself?
She undulates her hips wantonly, her fingers clawing at my coat as she pushes it off my shoulders.
My hand leaves her hair before I grab her ass and lift her.
Her legs wrap around my waist as she cups my face.
I’m grinding against her, the telltale sign that I’m about to cum spreading heat down my limbs until my thighs begin to shake, but I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
I’m eating her alive as she gasps and moans little sounds into my mouth. It’s the most alive I’ve felt in ages. I want to fucking bottle this taste and keep it forever, sipping on her essence until I’m slap drunk and wasted on her.
I pull back as my climax jolts me with its intensity. I groan, the sound long and unrestrained, as I rest my forehead against hers. Heat paints down my scrubs, and my post-nut is spent mentally kicking myself.
What the fuck have I done?
She’s a patient!
I draw back, a ragged apology on the tip of my tongue until I see her heated expression. Her eyes are glossy and faraway as she stares at the soaked space between us. She runs her tongue across her bottom lip before her ocean-blue gaze flickers up to me. “You made such a mess…”
She uses a hand to push me back a step before sliding down and sinking to her knees in front of me. I rub a hand over my mouth, my eyes wide as she moves my ruined scrubs and boxer-briefs down.
“Thalia!” I protest as my glistening cock springs free.
Her reaction is adorable—eyes widening and mouth gaping at my length. “Holy shit, Reed…”
“Stand up—” My words cut off with a hiss as she wraps her fingers around the base of me and gives me a tight stroke.
“Relax,” she coos with her lips against the head of my cock, looking up through her lashes. “Just a taste.”
My sac tightens at the first swipe of her tongue, and I throw my head back against my shoulders as she cleans my length, her mouth sucking me deep until I hit the back of her throat, and she gags.
When she tries to draw back, I snatch her hair and force her head down while grabbing her other hand and placing it on top of my thighs.
“If you’re going to suck my cock, then do it until I see tears. ”
She shoots me a challenging glance as her fingernails bite into my skin. The pain of her claws has my member pulsing in her mouth, and she raises her brows in surprise at my reaction.
Fuck it. Fuck it all. If she’s going to see this side of me, the side that enjoys pain and pleasure mixing, then I might as well go all in. “Scratch me,” I command.
She bobs her head faster as her nails slide down my thigh until there are multiple red marks. But it isn’t enough.
“Make me fucking bleed, Little Devil.” I grit harshly through clenched teeth.
I expect her to back off—to rise up from the floor and declare that I’m a fucking psychopath.
But I’m even more shocked when she doubles down and pulls a pocket knife out of her hospital gown.
She flicks it open with expert ease, and there’s only enough time for my heart to thunder before she slides the blade across the flesh of my thigh, and stars dance in my vision.
“Fuck!” I curse as my second release floods her mouth. I’m lightheaded and have to blink the spots out of my eyes as warm blood trickles down my leg.
Thalia rises with a triumphant look, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she holds the blood-stained knife in the other. “You’re a freak, Dr. Dreamy. I like you.”
I stare down at the state of myself, my essence, blood and cum, oozing everywhere with a frown.
What the fuck was that?
Why does she have a goddamn knife in my hospital?
She waves a hand in front of my face. “Are you okay?”
I swallow, turning to one of the cubbies as I open it and pull a fresh set of pants from it. I grab a surgical bandage and some alcohol pads to sterilize my wound as I begin to doctor my thigh. “That…that can’t happen again, Thalia.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, cocking a hip. “And why not?”
My head whips up to her. “Because you’re a patient, remember?”
She rolls her eyes. “Guess you should have thought about that before you came down my throat, huh?”
I grab her cheeks, pulling her to me. “Watch that fucking mouth.”
“Or what?” She bats her eyelashes. “Are you going to fill it again?”
I release her, shaking my head as I pull my pants on and ball up my soiled ones. “This didn’t happen.”
“You can’t unfuck my mouth, Reed!” she calls after me as I slam the door to the closet shut and hang my head.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, disbelief and regret slamming into me. She’s a fucking patient and I’ve taken advantage of her. I’m worse than scum.