Pressure (Valley Hospital Series Book 1) (7 page)

My smile is so big I probably look like an idiot, but I don’t care. Cole and I are a lot alike when it comes to control issues, but where his issues are obvious, mine, on the other hand, are well hidden and deeply connected to the male sex in general. Being with Cole like this, it’s new for me too. I just hope I can handle it when that last thread of inevitability unravels, because losing myself to a man... it’s not something I’ve ever wanted. But getting lost in Cole, it’s too easy. I’ve already lost my way.

It’s busy tonight, the evening commute is underway and it’s been a shit show on the highways. I used to make fun of people who blamed the weather or the cycle of the moon on shit, but once I became an ER doctor I realized there was a method to the madness. It’s supposed to be a full moon tonight and people drive like assholes. We’ve had three traumas already, and I’ve only been on shift six hours. Everyone is running around. The staff is short two nurses, and the other docs on tonight are fucking idiots. I exhale a long breath and try to relax. In six more hours, I’ll be buried between her flawless legs. I haven’t seen her in a week; our schedules were opposites these past few days, and to say it’s been difficult being without her… would be a gross understatement. She drives me crazy. It’s like I’ve never lived before her.

I’m unreasonably addicted to Bailey Evans.

These past two months with her have been the most un-fucking-believably, out of control months of my life. Dating her, sleeping with her, having her in all aspects of my life—it’s messy, unpredictable, and scary as fuck. But, I like having her in my life, at my apartment, her smell on my sheets, her toothbrush in the bathroom, her Converse tennis shoes on my bedroom floor. I like the disorder she brings into my small world. I actually feel happy for once. I smirk outwardly at the thought.

“You got a visitor.” Dr. Miles's smug tone irritates me. I look up from my computer and see Bailey standing in the triage area wearing a way too short dress. She scans the room and her eyes lock on mine. The smile she gives me spreads slowly across her sweet lips. “She asked for you… she’s pretty hot.” Miles nudges me in the ribs as I stand. My glare doesn’t faze him.

“Put your dick away, that’s my girlfriend.” As I walk away, I hear his chuckle and it makes me angry. I don’t like people knowing my business, let alone who I’m dating. I pause and watch her lean against the wall. The white fabric of her dress against her tan skin almost makes her glow. My appreciations fall along the curve of her hip, to her exposed thighs, and down to the floor. I shake my head with a grin at the purple chucks she has on.

She pushes off the wall and meets me just in front of the nurses station. Without thinking, I frame her face with my hands. Her long, dark hair is hanging in waves down her back.

“Hello… are you busy?” she asks, her smile reaches her eyes.

I take her mouth to mine, the taste of cinnamon engulfs my senses and I’m gone to her… again.

Pulling away, I find the pink blush I crave. “I think we have an audience.” She giggles and I stiffen.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

The staff behind the desk watch us with wide eyes.

I lean down and bring my lips to her ear. “Goddamn it, Bailey. You show up here in this dress…” The words are a deep growl. I take her hand in mine and walk briskly to the back hallway leading us to the on-call rooms and doctors lounge.

“Where are we going?” she squeaks, and the sound of her shoes against the linoleum a rapid pattern as she struggles to keep up with me.

“In here.” I open the door to an on-call room; we’ll have privacy here. The door shuts with a loud thud. As I turn the lock, my heart starts that stutter—that rapid fire beat only she brings out in me. Before I turn around, before I lose all my organized thoughts, my ability to keep the structure I so badly need, except with her, I ask, “Bailey, what if someone recognizes you?”

I hear her breathing. It’s ragged from the brisk walk. It’s turning me on more than I want it to at this moment.

“I don’t care about that anymore. Do you? It’s not like you’re my boss.”

“This is true. I’m not your boss… but still, I’m working. Is everything okay?” She hadn’t once shown up in the ER since we started dating, insisting that our work lives stay separate, to which I agreed.

“I needed to see you. I couldn’t wait till tonight. It’s been almost a week, Cole. It’s been—”

“Torture.” I turn, finally, and take in her appearance. Her dress clings to her tits, and the way she’s breathing, heaving the soft flesh of her breasts, it’s impossible to not have her.

We both move at the same time colliding our bodies together. The urgency… it’s mutual. I take her mouth with my lips first, then her neck; my hand cups her breast as the other lifts her dress. “Fuck, I missed you.” I stop and look into her eyes. “You’re driving me crazy. Every quiet moment of my life is filled with you. All I do is think about you.” I pull the fabric of her dress up to her waist and dip my fingers into her panties. She moans at the touch, and the slick feel of her on my fingertips makes it even harder to say no. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s busy.”

“Then we better hurry.”

Always a sarcastic comeback.

I slip two fingers inside her, and she contracts around them with a groan. “Cole…” Her breath increases as I push in a third. She bites her lip, and her head falls forward against my shoulder. My thumb circles her clit, and she starts to shake. She’s close… but my need to fuck her, make her come with my cock... it’s greater. My fingers are wet, and I’m dying to taste them.

“I want you to come on my cock.”

She pulls away from me and I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She watches, and the grin she gives me is wicked.

“It’s all I’ve thought about today,” she says as she quickly undoes my belt and grabs my length. She starts to stroke with a firm grip, and my head falls back with a pleased sigh. She stops suddenly. “I need to feel you, too, Cole.” She steps away, and I can’t take the wait any longer either.

I push her against the wall, sliding my hands under her ass as I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I move her panties to the side just enough to thrust deeply inside her—her addictive pussy taking each inch. I take her roughly, and she pushes against each stroke begging for more. Our breath is labored, and her hips rock against mine. Each quick stroke hits her just where she needs it, and she starts to tremble around me.

“Fuck yes, Bailey.” Her moans, the familiar pulse of her body around my dick… she’s almost there. “Making you come, feeling your climax… your body, it’s giving itself over to me.” Her legs begin to shake as her orgasm builds. Each thrust I get closer to that end, that overwhelming destruction only she coaxes out of me. “Each time you come for me… it’s the only time I feel in control with you.”

Bailey brings her mouth to mine and grinds her hips, urging my release. I let go; my loud groan erupts from my throat before I can suppress it. My jaw is tense as my body shudders inside her. My teeth drag across her bottom lip before I lick my tongue along the seam of her mouth. Our lips move lazily together, while my hands brace the back of her head, and my fingers tangle in her hair. I rock inside her one last time, and her entire body quakes.

“Trauma one, level one trauma.” The operator’s voice over the intercom brings me back down to reality in a vicious pull.

“Shit, you need to go.” I ease her legs down and separate from her, pulling my shit together faster than I thought possible. Her dress is still disheveled as she quickly combs through the knots in her hair with her fingers. Her cheeks are pink and her chin is red from my stubble. “I have to work. I’m the doc on the trauma team tonight. This is life and death shit, Bailey.” I didn’t mean for it to sound as rude as it did, but, it’s too late, she’s looking at me with hurt filled eyes.

She nods. “I know… I’ll still see you later tonight?” Her worried tone is killing me. It’s not like her.

“I’m sorry, okay? I need to work. I’ll come by right after, though.” I lean down and give her a brief kiss. I don’t have time for pleasantries, but I know my abrupt departure is messing with her. “Tonight, Bailey, I promise.” I place another peck on her cheek trying to reassure her.

“Okay.” Her smile is small, but I’ll take it as a victory.

“You know the way out.” I turn and leave trying to put away all thoughts of her. I’m an asshole leaving her like this, but I have no idea what’s waiting for me in the ambulance bay. I need to get my head back in the game.

“Clear,” I call out before I place the paddles on the fifty-five-year-old male’s chest. Another motor vehicle accident.

By the time I got to trauma room one, they were already working on him. The paramedic rattled off vitals, giving me a full report, and for some reason I wasn’t able to focus. Bailey showing up here at work… it has me shaken. This is my one place, the one place I hold all control, the one place she hadn’t yet tainted… until tonight. From the moment I stepped into this room, my focus faltered. I couldn’t remember an everyday fucking procedure. My dick was still buried nine inches deep, and my head was still filled with her scent and the taste of cinnamon. At one point, the House Supervisor asked me for orders, and I stood there like a goddamn idiot. And now… now this fucker was dying, and it’s my fault.

“Clear,” I call again, and the room fills with the steady beep. The heart monitor showing a rhythm, I exhale a thankful breath.

The nurse that’s bagging him, giving him precious oxygen, looks at me and narrows her eyes. “What’s the plan?”

I can’t look at her. Instead, I speak to the nurse charting all that we’ve done. “Page Dr. Miles.”

“I’m right here.” He’s incredulous. “Go take a breather, man.”

It feels as if the entire room is staring at me. This isn’t me. I don’t fuck up. My choice to lose control with her tonight almost killed someone. I shake my head and drop the paddles onto the AED machine. As I pull the curtain back and enter the noisy main pod of the ER, I feel, for the first time ever, like a failure. I know this is all my fault, and I can’t help but blame her, too. We’d met and I stupidly took the bait. We fucking burned right through each other, and she consumed every rational thought I had.

She’d once said this isn’t normal.

She was right.

It isn’t, and it needs to end.

My unhealthy obsession with her—my need to own each breath, each thought, each piece of her—it’s sick, and I can’t handle it. I want my life back. I want to make my thoughts my own again. She can’t reside here anymore.

The rest of my shift dragged on, but now I’m finally finishing the last bit of dictation I need to complete in order to go home.

“Dr. Larkin, I need to see you in my office before you go.” The Chief of Medicine clears his throat as I look up from my computer.

“Dr. Boggs.” I nod. “I’m actually just finished, let me grab my things and I’ll follow you there.” I attempt a smile even though the lump in my throat is growing. He looks pissed. His lips in a firm line, he watches as I grab my bag.