Sleeing With The Intern Pt 03

Chapter 21

The way Cash came at me, pinning me against he fridge, it appeared he'd been waiting for this moment. He kissed me hard and grabbed me by the hips. The little sexy number I picked out for him seemed to drive him wild. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic edges around my hips and slid lower, toward my groin.

"So you wanted me, huh?" he growled, then nipped at my lip. His kisses trailed down my neck and his teeth scraped along my collarbone.

"God yes. It's been too long." I panted and moaned softly. His fingers found their way inside the lace of my panties, teasing and stroking me beneath the thin material.

"Too long without a taste of this?" He smiled against my skin and I nodded, arching into him.

"Yes."

With one hand he reached around me, searching my back greedily. I sucked in a sharp breath as he unclipped the negligee and pushed it down my arms, his hands moving over my naked back in slow, sensual sweeps. His mouth searched me, his lips hot against my skin, sucking, moving lower toward my nipples.

"I like the teddy," he growled against my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth.

"Mmm," I moaned in agreement. "But I like you more."

He chuckled low, his breath warm against my breast, and his tongue flicked out to tease the now hardened bud. The feeling sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. His other hand found its way back to my core, slipping a finger inside me while the other pinched and played with my other nipple.

"Your taste..." he whispered hoarsely. "I could drink you from a cup."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, and he smiled wickedly against my skin.

"I hope you like cherry flavor then," I teased back. He laughed this time, a deep, throaty sound.

"More like strawberry," he murmured before kissing his way lower, down my belly and across my hip. His breath was hot and his lips made trails of fire as he went, and goosebumps rose on my skin in anticipation. He nibbled at the fabric of the crotch of the negligee now, tugging it gently down my legs. My breath hitched as he finally exposed me completely, his eyes meeting mine as he tossed the lacy piece away.

"Beautiful," he whispered, a soft puff of air against my sex. His finger moved in and out of me, stroking my g-spot slowly. I let out a soft moan, feeling the heat building inside of me. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the rim of my entrance teasingly.

"Cash," I breathed out, biting my lip. "Please."

He smiled up at me, his eyes bright with desire and he dived in, taking me in with one long lick that made me gasp and cling to him. His tongue worked in tandem with his finger inside of me as he teased and played, his other hand massaging my clit. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as he licked and sucked, my walls clenching around his digit. His free hand grasped my butt cheek possessively, pulling me closer as he pushed his finger deeper inside of me. I cried out softly and my legs trembled beneath me.

"Fuck," I whispered, arching into him. "You're amazing."

He pulled back from my core, smirking up at me. "I know I am," he chuckled huskily.

I grabbed his head and urged him to continue, needing more. His tongue teased me mercilessly before delving in once again, his tongue rubbing my clit in a rhythm that matched his movements inside of me. My breathing became ragged and my legs shook, my walls pulsing around his finger as he slid another in. I gripped onto his hair and held on tight as another wave of pleasure washed over me. My body shuddered as I came, his name tumbling from my lips in a moan. He groaned as I trembled and shook, using him for balance.

"Oh god," I grunted, pushing against his head to straighten as the orgasm passed.

His mouth found my neck again, suckling and nibbling gently as he stood up, bringing us chest to chest. His hardness strained against his pants, and he looked down at me hungrily. "I want you so bad," he growled before reaching down to undo his jeans. I helped, tearing at the buttons on his shirt until I had it open. His chest bared to me, I dived in, lavishing his skin in kisses.

He lifted me in his arms without breaking eye contact and laid me gently on the kitchen countertop, our mouths fusing again. He kissed me hard, demanding, as he pushed into me, filling me completely.

"Cash," I whimpered around his lips. "Oh god."

His hips moved slowly at first, possessively, as if he owned me. "That all you got for me?" he teased as he began to move in small circles inside me.

"No," I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. "There's more."

He smiled against my skin and began to move faster, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that felt so natural. Like we'd been lovers for years and he knew every inch of my body. I gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging in as I met him stroke for stroke. It felt so good, so right.

"Don't stop," I chanted, unable to form a full sentence. My body aching for more as he took me hard and fast, his skin against my chest feeling like silk. The kitchen cabinets rattled with our movements, the fridge humming loudly in the background. His moans echoed in my ear, his breath hot against my neck.

"I didn't bring a condom," he growled, and I whimpered. I let him continue pumping into me for a moment trying to make my mind work. It wasn't my fertile time so it would be okay. Right?

"It's okay.... I think." My mind raced. I didn't want him to blow in me, but I didn't want to ruin the moment either.

"You have other holes." His tone of voice was naughty, dark and rumbling up from his chest.

"God, it's okay, Cash..." I kissed him to stop the chatter. I wanted to come again and my body was close, but he would ruin it if he kept talking. The taste of him filled my mouth and I moaned into the kiss, holding onto him as he fucked me faster and harder against the countertop. It was hot and dirty, and I never wanted it to stop.

My pussy gripped him tightly and my walls clenched around him, pleasuring us both, and I felt my orgasm build again. It crashed over me in a wave. "Cash!" I screamed, throwing my head back. My legs shook and my hands found purchase on the countertop to keep myself grounded. His thrusts got faster, his fingers gripping me tighter as my body convulsed. It was incredible the second time, better than the first, and I when it was passed, I lay limp on the counter as he pulled out, gripping the end of his cock as it pulsed.

He grunted, and twitched, leaning on the counter as he filled his palm with cum. "Damn," he breathed, wiping the countertop clean with his free hand. He turned to the sink behind himself and washed his hand, then turned back. "Fucking. Worth. It." He pulled me into his chest, kissing my forehead as I melted into him, wrapping my arms around him.

Cash only stayed there for a second, then pulled away, taking me by the wrists and helping me off the counter. It was still smeared with our sex, but I couldn't stay there. He picked up my teddy and handed it to me.

"You dropped this, I think."

I plucked it from where it dangled on his fingertip and grinned. "Thank you." I tried to lean in and kiss him, but he covered his mouth.

"Might want to wash my face now..." He backed away, picking up his clothes. "I'll get dressed." I was confused. He had just kissed me while he fucked me, and now he was self-conscious about his facing being coated in my body fluid?

I trailed behind him as he walked toward my bedroom, having not been hear enough times to know there was a powder room right around the corner. He locked himself in the bathroom and I took my robe from the hook on the back side of the bedroom door and put it on. I tossed the teddy into the hamper and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. I heard water running and then rustling around. When he came out he looked fresher.

"Hey, do you want to grab dinner or something?" My heart was hopeful, considering I was taking a huge risk even doing this with him. He'd pressured me for weeks, and since I caved in and agreed to try this thing out, he acted a little less certain. Though tonight's booty call was going well for the most part.

"Ah, Liv's making dinner. They're having one of my favorites. I think she's expecting me." Cash ran a hand through his hair and offered an apologetic expression. "Sorry."

I felt a little miffed about the rejection but an idea came to mind, so I stood and walked over to him and hooked a finger through one of his belt loops. "What if I go with you? You're always talking about your nephew and your sister. I'd love to meet your family. We've had this relationship a while and I haven't even been to your place."

He seemed to stiffen a little, squaring his shoulders. Even his jaw looked like it tensed, like he was grinding his teeth silently. "Yeah, I'm not sure it's a great idea to introduce you to my family this close to the holidays. You know?" His face contorted in skepticism and he backed away, taking my hand from his belt loop and holding it briefly before letting it drop.

We stood face to face a few feet apart, but it felt like miles. And despite the incredible sex, the distance between us made me feel like something was wrong. I didn't think I'd done anything wrong. I thought calling him to come over would make him happy. And I understood not meeting his family during the holidays; that was a lot, but it still felt like things weren't progressing the way they should be.

"I just thought... I mean, I know we can't go out in public, so this isn't a normal relationship, but I'd like to try to make it as normal as possible." I stepped closer again and took his hand again, forcing his fingers apart so I could weave mine through them. "Annalise is coming between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I thought we could hang out again."

Cash's had felt like a limp noodle in my grasp but I wasn't giving up. Maybe he'd just had a rough day and didn't know how to talk about it. I'd heard that ex-servicemen sometimes had a tough time getting in touch with deep emotions after their training to be good soldiers. I was certain, though, with a little time and care the same bright, open-hearted doctor I saw every day at work would be able to develop deeper intimacy in this relationship.

"Yeah, sure..." He nodded and took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he was upset with me.

"Is everything okay?" I crossed my arms over my chest and tried not to let my frustration show through.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" He smiled and pushed a hair out of my eyes.

"I don't know. Just a weird feeling.... Maybe your sister will save you a plate. You can stay the night if you want." My weak smile didn't seem to faze him at all, though I didn't figure it would. Something was off about him tonight.

"I promised Leo I'd teach him more wrestling moves." He pecked me on the cheek. "Raincheck," he said, winking. Then he smacked my butt and headed out of the bedroom, and I followed him back toward the front door. He kissed me goodbye and I stood in the open doorway watching his Jeep pull out of my driveway.

Disappointment weighed on me and I felt like calling Annalise to vent, but I didn't want to hear her tell me difficult things. I locked the front door and sulked back to the bedroom and climbed in bed. Cash had pushed so hard for this, so why was he being aloof now?

Chapter 22

The grand ballroom at the Hilton was packed with tables decorated with white tablecloths and poinsettias as centerpieces. Doctors, nurses, and administrators had gathered for the hospital's holiday party, which I learned used to be hosted before Christmas, but this year was moved to January. I followed Piper around at her behest, but it kept me from being mauled by Kira, whose eyes seemed to follow me everywhere we went.

I'd managed to navigate the entire holiday season with Piper, though we were both so busy there wasn't even time to think about a next step to a relationship. Winter hit early, leaving roads icy and the ER full of patients brought in after accidents. We pulled doubles two weeks in a row, then had a few days off for Christmas, at which point both of us had family obligations.

And for the past six weeks we had both been nothing more than professional at all times in the workplace. I thought the arrangement was working out quite well, though her eyes did sparkle when she looked at me, and any intuitive person would see she had feelings for me. Feelings I found myself beginning to reciprocate, which I was repressing as much as I could. I knew how it would end, and I didn't want that. Why screw up a good things with feelings?

She led me up to a group of suits--doctors who had long since been finished practicing medicine and had moved on to administration. They stood with their champagne flutes, talking and smiling as if they were old country club buddies as we approached.

"Dr. Wexler, it's so nice to see you here," she said, reaching for one of the older men's hands.

"Dr. Ellis, it's my pleasure. You remember Dr. Grant." He nodded at the man beside him and they both smiled.

"I do." She shook the other man's hand too, and I stood waiting for an introduction. It was obvious they knew each other from past interactions; maybe they were her bosses at one point. She turned and gestured at me. "This is Dr. Keller, then one you've been hearing all the good things about."

I reached out and Dr. Wexler shook my hand then Grant. "Nice to meet you both," I told them, and they seemed happily surprised.

"So he's the new rockstar?" Grant asked, eyebrows rising to meet his bangs. "You've been making waves, I hear. It's a shame they don't let you transfer all that experience over to residency. We could use a skilled trauma lead here, and we have to wait the full residency time period. Someone needs to change that."

"I agree," said Wexler, nodding. "It's a shame our servicemen aren't given the credit due. Son, your outstanding performance is saving lives."

I'd had my share of taking praise from superiors in my life and it always felt good, but never as good as when Piper offered it.

"You are both very correct. Dr. Keller came to us at a higher skill level than even myself and has made huge contributions to our team and even to me personally. I'm honored and humbled that he is a part of our trauma team." Her eyes shone like the sun, and I swore Grant noticed how she looked at me.

"Well, that's very high praise coming from your chief resident, Dr. Keller. You must be more talented than we have heard." Grant looked down his nose at me and shook my hand again. "I'm glad you're a part of our team too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to top off my drink."

"I'm sure we'll cross paths again someday," Wexler said, joining Dr. Grant.

"Nice to meet you two..." I waved as they walked away and Piper grinned at me.

"Those two men are the ones you want on your side. They're the ones who get stuff done here." She nodded at the double doors leading to the hallway. "I'm going to go use the ladies room. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

Piper walked away and left me in the middle of the room by myself, so I headed toward the table where champagne flutes were filled to the brim and finger sandwiches were stacked high. But before I even got there, Kira was on me like a moth to a flame. In this non-work setting, she was incorrigible, even though I'd made it clear to her on so many occasions I was not interested. She wasn't my type.

"Dr. Keller, you look handsome tonight." The thick black mascara on her eyelashes made them look longer than normal, but I'd expect nothing less from her, given the slinky dress she wore.

My suit, an old thing I had from my pre-military days that still fit, wasn't exactly the picture of elegance, but I wasn't going to wear my dress blues for this. I got enough attention around here for my service without flaunting it.

"Thank you, Kira. I'm just on my way to get some hors d'oeuvres." I tried to avoid touching her, but she wrapped her arms around my bicep and giggled salaciously.

"I'll join you." Judging by her overly friendly demeanor and the thick hint of fruity alcohol on her breath, she had already indulged tonight. "What do you think about going for coffee when this thing is over? My treat."

We reached the drinks and I picked one up, downing it immediately before turning to her. I didn't want to be rude--that wasn't my personality at all. I just felt like she was trying my patience so much I might snap.

"Kira, we work together, and I think you're a highly intelligent woman, but I am not interested." I set the glass back on the table and it was quickly whisked away to be washed and later refilled.

"You keep resisting me. Are you seeing someone?" Her eyelashes batted at me again and I felt myself growing tense at the question.

"It's complicated." I knew if I didn't walk away I was going to be the man I never wanted to be, only because she refused to take no for an answer. Most women got the point after five or six times. "I've got to use the toilet," I told her and then walked away without another word.

In the hallway, I headed toward the restroom where I saw Piper exiting the women's restroom. She looked up at me and her expression darkened.

"What's wrong?" she asked, stopping in front of me.

"Oh, it's Kira. She just won't leave me alone. She's been hitting on me since day one and I made it clear several times that I'm not interested. She just isn't taking no for an answer." I hadn't come out and told Piper what was going on because I wasn't a nark. Eventually I thought Kira would leave me alone and I'd be able to just do my job, but she still hadn't.

"Maybe you need another tattoo, but this one on your forehead. A giant sign that says 'taken.'" Piper snickered and hooked her pinky through mine, grinning at me. It was an extremely unusual show of affection for her in such a public setting it shocked me. I pulled my hand away and glanced up the hallway, but we were alone. Her cheeks burned a bright pink, and she mumbled. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that here."

"Yeah, not so safe," I told her, taking a step backward. Her career was on the line, though momentarily she acted like she'd forgotten that.

"We should go back in there." She gestured at the double doors and I scowled. Back in there was where Kira was, and I didn't want to be labeled as the person who hung around all the bosses, even though it was purely to avoid Kira. I also didn't want Piper to make a fuss about it and wind up pissing Kira off either.

"Sure..." I followed Piper back into the ballroom and thought about how incredible she was. She was able to take that sour mood Kira put me in and make it vanish with just a smile. I was falling in love with her so hard it hurt--because there was only one way things would go and it wasn't good. Neither of us had time for a relationship with our careers they way they were, besides the fact that she was my boss and it was against hospital policy.

Back in the ballroom Piper spoke to me over her shoulder, telling me there was someone else I should meet, and I saw Kira standing not too far from the door, glaring at me. Either she finally got the point, or something was wrong. I didn't care. At least she wasn't flirting anymore.

Chapter 23

I climbed into the large massage chair with bare feet ready to finish off the day of total makeover. Annalise sat next to me, feet submerged in the hot water. After having my hair cut and highlighted, we did manicures and full facials. These pedicures would top off the day and then we'd be out on the town for one very fun girls' night out.

"I can't believe how good my hair looks with highlights. Why have I never been the girly girl?"

Annalise snorted and rolled her eyes at me. "Because you've always had your nose in a textbook. Doctors can be hot too, you know." Her snort-laughter continued while I scowled at her.