Doctor's Delight(49)
You dog!” Tim punched him in the shoulder. “You got her to go to bed with you!”
“Seduced her,” he admitted unashamedly. “Didn’t really give her a chance to think too much.” Feeling Mike’s hard gaze on him, he hurriedly added, “Not like that, Mike. I don’t push girls.”
“You just seduce them into doing what you want?”
“Trust me, with Cherry you don’t want to give her too much time to think.”
Dark brows lowering even more, Mike didn’t look too convinced.
“Cherry is driving Rick nuts,” Tim explained cheerfully. “She’s a plus-sized chick with a heap of weight hang-ups. Rick lusts after her and is trying to prove his love. He’s not having an easy time of it.”
“Ah.” It was Mike’s turn to nod, and he looked out over the front yard. “The ladies are hard to understand at the best of times.”
The ladies? Rick looked at Tim.
Tim’s grin remained cheerful. “Mike is having trouble with his lady neighbor, and she—”
“Are we just going to stand here and gossip, or are we going to work?” Mike growled.
“Men don’t gossip,” Tim returned. “Men impart information. Which,” he transferred his attention to Rick, “You’re not doing very well.”
“Because you put it in a nutshell.” Taking a swallow of his own iced coffee, Rick studied one of the rose bushes. It needed tending badly. Maybe he could con Cherry into coming over and working her magic on it…and on him. Especially on him. “I have to get past this insecurity of hers.”
“Not easy when the more voluptuous women have been slanged in the media and everywhere they turn,” Tim pointed out.
Mike grunted agreement.
“I’m just going to have to try harder,” Rick said.
“Good luck with that,” Mike growled. “Seriously.”
Tim laughed outright and Rick’s curiosity was piqued, but Mike gave Tim a warning glare and Tim shut up.
“Okay.” Rick straightened up. “Let’s get the last of this furniture inside.”
They worked well into the afternoon, stopping only for pizza and beer, and by the time everything was to his satisfaction inside the house, Rick was sorely in need of a shower. Bidding Tim and Mike goodbye, he watched them depart, Tim in his classic car and Mike on a roaring monstrosity of a motorcycle. He likely broke the sound barrier on it. But Rick liked Mike. The man was quiet and worked hard, and he seemed an all right sort. He even had a sharp sense of humour, almost lazy and dark, except when it came to ‘the ladies’, or to be more precise, one particular lady. Then he clamped up and frowned ferociously. One day Rick just had to find out what was going on with Mike and his lady neighbour, but right then he had his own lady problems.
A very sweet, juicy, lady problem. Cherry. She hadn’t stayed the night, but instead she’d slipped out after just an hour of cuddling, something to which he was rather partial. She’d only given in about turning on the light once she was safely dressed, and the fact that her blouse was on inside out had only made her cheeks pinken. Her cheeks hadn’t gone red until he suggested he take it off her and put it back on properly. She’d been out the door fast, and he’d barely managed to grab a towel to wrap around his naked loins and make it to the door to see her getting in her car on the other side of the car park. The woman could move when she chose. Oh yeah, could she move…
His cock perked up as he remembered the mind-blowing sex.
Mind-blowing hell. He’s thought his eyeballs were going to pop; the incredible pressure had nearly given him a myocardial infarction. He grinned. Heart-attack by awesome sex, what a write-up for the books that would be. Not that he’d be the first to pop a valve through sex. Heh heh. Sobering, he threw the empty cartons of iced coffee in the bin and checked the clock. She’d be doing her six pm medication rounds now, and checking that everyone was eating okay.
He had a shower then checked the clock again. Six thirty pm. She was probably thinking about having her own tea.
Rick cooked himself a meal and ate it while reading the newspaper. He checked the clock. Seven thirty pm. She might be having a late tea.
He watched TV for awhile then checked the clock again. Eight thirty pm. She’d undoubtedly be writing notes, or giving last minute medications, or helping people to the toilet, changing their beds, settling them, or the hundred other little things doctors had only a vague idea that nurses did in their daily work. He only knew more because his mother had drilled it into him from the moment he’d decided to become a doctor, and because he’d seen her come home pretty wild sometimes about something a doctor had done or said. She’d come home full of praise, too, now and again, but it was the other side he often saw as well. He’d promised himself and her that he wouldn’t become one of those doctors. In fact, he respected nurses.