Careless(6)

“She’s only nineteen, and she’s starting her residency. How did she manage that?” Carter asks.

Willow smiles proudly. “She’s brilliant. Depending on which test you go with, her IQ is between one hundred and seventy and two hundred and five. She graduated school at thirteen and finished med school a few months ago.”

That’s just my fucking luck. The first girl I fall for and she’s a fucking genius.

I stare at Willow in shock. I don’t know where to begin to process that piece of information.

“As proud as I am, I also worry about her.” Willow makes eye contact with me when she continues, “She hasn’t had a normal upbringing. She was tutored at home. No proms. No dates. That’s an important part of growing up she missed out on.”

“Yeah, it couldn’t have been easy for her,” Logan says.

“I’m not surprised. Both of her parents are cardiothoracic surgeons,” Carter adds his thoughts to the conversation.

“Speaking of hearts,” Evie says, “How’s your dad doing, Carter?”

“Fucking stubborn,” Carter snaps. “He’s busy closing a deal and keeps postponing the surgery. I can’t wait to be done with school so I can join him in New York. I’m hoping to take over so he can take care of his health.”

When they start to talk about our upcoming exams, my mind wanders back to a certain feisty genius. She’s a plethora of everything I want in a woman. If I were a different man, the settling down kind, I’d do everything in my power to make her mine.

Needing a beer, I get up. “Anyone else want a beer?”

“Yeah,” Marcus says. As soon as I walk away, he sits down on the space I vacated next to Willow.

When I walk by the entrance, I spot Willow and Evie’s bags. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure they’re both occupied, I take Willow’s phone from her bag. Finding Leigh’s number, I program it into my own phone. I decide to skip the beer and head up to my room. As I fall down on my bed, I type out a message to Leigh.

Me: What’s up, Doc?

Like an idiot, I stare at the phone until she finally reads it.

Leigh: Who’s this?

Me: Guess.

Me: PS. I’ll have to up my game to match that IQ of yours.

I watch her type for quite a while before a message comes through which makes me think she deleted it quite a few times.

Leigh: It’s late, Jaxson. Can we continue this tomorrow?

Remembering that she has a headache, I decide to take it easy on her tonight.

Me: How’s your head? Willow said you have a headache.

Leigh: It’s okay.

Leigh: Thanks for asking.

Me: So you wear glasses. Send me a pic.

I expect her to tell me to go to hell, but instead, she surprises me. A picture loads onto my phone. It’s a recent photo of her and an older couple. They must be her parents. My eyes zoom in on her smile before moving onto the glasses.

Damn, she looks hot. Librarian-fantasy-kind-of-hot.

Leigh: The man on my right is my father. He’ll remove your heart, as in literally rip it from your chest, if you try to intimidate me again. The woman on my left is my mother. She’s really good with a scalpel, so unless you want your testicles in a jar, you’ll pay attention to the abovementioned warning.

I’m quite attached to my testicles and have no doubt that her parents are protective of her, but it still doesn’t make me back down.

Me: Thanks for the head’s up, Doc. BTW that’s a really good photo of you. You look hot with glasses.

She reads the message but doesn’t reply for a few minutes.

Leigh: Thank you. Why are you being nice to me, Jaxson?

Me: You’re not feeling well. When you feel better, I’ll return to my usual asshole self.

Leigh: Why?

Me: Why what?

Leigh: Why do you argue with me?

I stare at the screen wondering if I should be honest with her. Honestly, I’d be pissed if I caught a guy being a dick to Leigh.

Me: It’s safer if you hate me.

Leigh: ???

Me: I’m not dating material.

Leigh: I never gave you any indication that I want to date you.

Me: And that, Doc, is why you’re safe and sound in your bed right now, and not moaning as I sink my cock deep inside your pussy.

Me: Come to think of it, we could hate-fuck and get rid of the tension.

Leigh: Seriously? That’s never happening. You should try being decent, Jaxson. You might get laid more.

Me: Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

Me: So you are open to the idea of sex with me. That’s good to know.

Leigh: That’s not what I said!!!!

Me: If I behave will you let me touch you? Will you moan when I slip my hand between your legs? Will you grind down on me as I finger you?

Fuck, now I’m hard just picturing it.

Leigh: You’re disgusting. Bye.

I chuckle when she doesn’t go offline.

Me: I bet you taste as sweet as you smell.

Leigh: You’ll never find out. There’s no way I’m letting you kiss me.

Me: Who said anything about kissing? I can already feel your thighs hugging my head as I devour your clit.

Leigh: You’ve succeeded, Jaxson. I believe you. You’re definitely not dating material. I won’t be swooning over you in this lifetime.

Me: Great, so you’re good with hate-fucking?

Leigh: The day I have sex with a man it will be because I actually like him.

Me: That’s where you’re wrong, Princess. Hate-fucking is so much better. There’s no need to worry about feelings getting hurt. We both get off and go our happy ways.

Leigh: P' = P (1 + r/n) nt

What the fuck? I don’t know if it’s a turn-on or if I’m irritated that she’s trying to beat me with her intelligence.

Me: I’ll bite. Enlighten me, Doc.

Leigh: P is the original principal sum (You). P' is the new principal sum (Me). r is the chances of us ever getting naked together. n is the compounding frequency at which you infuriate me. t is the overall length of time it’s taken for you to ensure we’ll never be friends. The answer resulting in me blocking your number.

Before I can reply she blocks me. I drop the phone to the bed and start to laugh. Fuck she’s hot when she gets angry which only makes me more determined.

I close my eyes, and it doesn’t take much of my imagination to picture her naked. I’m not a breast guy, but I bet her breasts will fit perfectly in my mouth. I want to bend her over the bed so I can watch as her ass turns red from my body slamming against hers as my cock sinks deep into her pussy. Fuck, I want to sink balls deep into her.

I shove my shorts down and fist my cock. There’s already pre-cum gathering on the head, and it won’t take much for me to explode.

I picture her flushed cheeks and her ass grinding back against me as she comes on my cock. Her wearing the glasses and looking at me from over her shoulder as I ride her ass.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My cock jerks in my fist and hot cum shoots over my abdomen as a powerful orgasm surges up my balls and into my cock.

When the last of the orgasm trickles away, I still have a clear image of her in my head. I take a quick shower before getting back into bed.

Just before I drift off to sleep, a strange emotion swells inside my chest.

I like Leigh Baxter.

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LEIGH



I sip my coffee as I stare blankly at the counter where Jaxson had me cornered yesterday.

I should be upset with him for the things he said, but instead, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never had such a strong physical reaction to a man. I keep picturing his mouth and hands on me which has my body burning with a need only he can take care of.

It’s not like I’m waiting for Mr. Right to come along. Maybe…

The only reason I’m still a virgin is that I’ve been working hard. There was no time to date, or even for a one night stand.

But… there’s time now.

I sigh, wishing I could figure out Jaxson the same way I’d figure out an equation.

While Willow’s at classes, I spend the morning researching transplantation assist devices and robotic surgery.

For lunch, I warm up some leftover pizza. After I finish eating, I decide to take a bath. I’m glad the headache is gone. That’s the last time I try to wear contacts.

I pour myself a bubble bath, and when I sink down into the water, I let out a relaxing sigh. I lean my head back against the tiled wall and close my eyes, allowing the jasmine aroma to chase away the last of the tension.

Once my skin shrivels up like a prune, I let the water drain out and dry myself. I take my time rubbing lotion over my body and get dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I skip the bra seeing as I’m not going anywhere.

Evie gets home first, and honestly, I’m just happy I’m not alone anymore.

“How were classes today?” I ask as I sit down on the couch.

Evie plops down beside me. “Exhausting. I don’t know how you can study all day long.”

“It’s different for me.”

“Don’t you want to write my exams for me?” She makes a cute face which has me laughing. “I’ll pay you with massages.”

I let out a burst of laughter. “Wouldn’t that be awesome? It would be a win for both of us. I get to keep busy, and you can relax.”

“If only dreams would come true,” she says as she gives me a warm smile.

“I’m thinking of going home. Maybe I can convince my parents to let me sit in on surgeries as an observer.”

“You don’t have an off switch, do you?”