“Oh, God.” Her head lifts from the bed as if she can see me, but the blindfold keeps her world dark. “I can’t possibly come again. I’ve never had multiple orgasms.”
“Well, I’m not settling for just two. We are going to at least double that.” Her head hits the mattress, giving into me and allowing me to have my way with her body.
Her breasts are the perfect size for me to palm in my hand, so I stay here a moment, worshiping them by grabbing one firmly and sucking and nipping at the nipple. Then I mirror my actions to the other one. Back and forth, alternating each one until her breathing becomes labored. Slowly, I trail my hand down her abdomen through her slick folds and crook my finger in her pussy in a come-hither motion. At the same time, I pinch her nipple and flick her clit with my thumb. Her body immediately starts shaking as she lets the tightness of her building climax go. I pinch her tit harder and rapidly move my fingers inside her until the very second her body begins to calm. Then I release her nipple and still my hand in her pussy, bringing on a fourth orgasm.
“FUCK!” Mazie screams with a scratchy voice. I remain holding my hand in place on her sex, adding pressure there as I cup it while my fingers are still inside feeling her walls spasm around them.
Chapter 8
Mazie
The sound of a door slamming startles me, and I grab the covers to cuddle them close. Ha, like that’s going to protect me. Well, it will protect me to some degree, since I’m butt naked next to Grant, who hasn’t even stirred one bit.
“Grant! Where are you? Get your sorry ass out of bed! Damn you, you sleep too much! Get up, I need you. I have a plan to get that doctor lady into my bed.” I see Bryce’s full form now standing in the open doorway to the bedroom and our eyes lock.
Interesting, I’d like to hear said plan. Not that I would even consider anything with him, anyhow. There’s probably nothing wrong with him, he’s just not my type. Or better yet, he’s too much like my ex, and I’m definitely not going back there again.
“What the fuck, Bryce?” Grant throws a pillow at him. “Get the hell out.”
“Yeah, asshole, I’m leaving,” he grunts out as he stares down Grant like he wants to kick his ass. What the fuck is right? Do these guys have some kind of contest going on with me being the pawn on a chessboard?
“Let me go kick his ass for using his emergency key, then I’ll be back,” Grant mumbles, jumps out of bed, and pulls out a pair of shorts from the drawer, and throws them on, almost tripping over his feet as he’s following after Bryce. “Hold on!” Grant calls out to Bryce. I use this opportunity to scramble around, trying to find my clothes to get dressed and get the hell out of here. Thankfully, Grant must have picked up my clothes during my orgasmic coma and placed them nice and neat on the chair in the room. So it doesn’t take long for me to look halfway decent. Well, as decent as one can be during the walk of shame. I don’t really care because whatever these two are up to, I don’t want any part of it. I don’t have time for this shit.
They are still heavily in discussion when I emerge from the stairs to the top deck. Not giving them even a look in their direction, I continue on my mission. Two steps past them I hear Grant’s authoritative tone. “Where do you think you are going?” That tone in the bedroom was one thing, but out here in the real world, he can kiss my ass. No reply is needed, and I just keep walking.
The bastard is persistent. “Mazie, come on.” This time his words are softer, and he’s right behind me.
I turn around on my heel, look him dead straight in the eyes and say sternly, “Do not even take another step forward.” His eyes plead with me not to go, but his pride is too big to question me.
Shit, I can’t get off this dock and away from those two men fast enough in these shoes. If I get a heel stuck and break an ankle then I’d have to see them again, and that would totally suck, not to mention be painful.
All the way home I am reprimanding myself. How could I have been so stupid and easy? I just jumped into bed with him at the first opportunity. Whatever happened to not sleeping with a man until after the third date? My parents would be appalled at my actions if they were still alive. I miss them so much. I can’t believe I let down my guard enough to be weakened down to one night of sex. Great, amazing, wonderful sex. But it was still just sex. Hold up. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t even sex. We never actually got that far.
See this is why I love to work hard and long. There, I don’t have to think about emotions. There, it’s all about data, case studies, research, documented proof, stats, and every decision I make is made with all of those in mind. None of the petty shit matters. There, my feelings can’t be hurt. It’s all business.
With a formed plan of action to get my head back on track from being derailed by a moment of weakness, I make it home, shower, eat the power breakfast I always do, Honey Nut Cheerios, and go to the office. Thankfully it’s Saturday, and I can have two solid days here with no distractions. Time to get lost in what I do best.
***
A soft tap on the door followed with Betty asking, “Dr. Hard? Is that you?” What time is it? Hell, what day is it?
“Yes, Betty, it is. Come in.” I readjust my ponytail as she enters. My office is equipped with a full bathroom and minibar with a bountiful supply of all of my favorite cereals for these long hours that I sometimes pull. Okay, well, maybe this happens more times than I should acknowledge as to be considered healthy.
“I saw your light on and figured you’ve been at it awhile since it’s only 6:30 am.” She starts stacking my papers that are tossed all over my desk. We’ve worked together long enough that she knows just how I like my files sorted, so I’m not concerned about what she is doing and let her help clean up.
“Yeah, I’ve had a weekend of it.”
“If you’d like to go home and rest a bit, your first patient is not scheduled until 10:00 am.”
“Thanks, I think I will.” My head is clear now, or it’s so exhausted that it clouds everything else, which is perfect. The few hours of a break will be nice. Then I’ll come back and hit it again. Tomorrow I have surgeries lined up all day, so I need to be on the top of my game before I take the knife to a man’s pride and joy region.
Chapter 9
Grant
“Dude, it’s been three weeks, are you going to waste your entire off-season and not go get the girl?” Bryce is being his annoying self. Why do I hang out with him again?
“Nope.”
“I told you I was the asshole.” I raise one brow in question at him. “Okay, you told me I was the asshole for treating women like an object to claim, and I agreed. So, stop moping around this little boat and go talk to her.” Little, my ass.
“Na, what’s done is done, and it is what it is.”
“I thought you’d say that. Come on, I have to run an errand, and you are coming with me.”
“I’m busy.”
“Doing what, fishing? You fish every fucking day. You live on a boat for Christ’s sake. Now, get off your ass. We are leaving.”
This guy is not going to shut up and leave me alone until I go on his stupid little errand with him. I don’t know why he can’t do things on his own. He’s always like this. Come with me here and come with me there. For once, I’d just like him to fuck off and go by himself.