The Infamous Ellen James(64)

A hard knock on my door and a husky voice clearing its throat stops us mid-wrestle. We both look up to see Trent grinning back at us. He's standing there in all his physician glory with his surgery cap still tied on his head, and his muscles are bulging through the perfectly snug navy scrubs he's wearing.

“So this….is interesting.” Trent is glancing back and forth between us, trying to piece together the puzzle of why there's a vibrator lying on the floor near my bedroom door, why Amy is on top of me, and why I'm pretty much naked, wrestling with my best friend.

“Uh yeah, about this…” I motion my hand between me and Amy, who is still lying on top of me like a god damn idiot. “Can we just write this off as something that just can't be explained?” I say like I'm asking him a question, because really I am. I'm asking him to forget this entire scenario even occurred. “And you can get your scrawny ass off of me now!” I glare at Amy, who winks at me before grabbing my boob and then running out of my bedroom.

“Add that to the Amy section of your spank bank album!” She yells as she sprints down the hallway.

I jump up and start to rush after her, but strong arms grip my shoulders and pull me back inside my bedroom, promptly shutting the door behind us.

“I just worked twenty-hours straight, sixteen of which were spent in the OR, and I came home to find you rolling around naked with your best friend like you were wrestling in a pool of Jell-O in front of an entire house full of frat guys. My dick is now hard, and you're still naked, so you're most definitely not leaving this bedroom until we settle a few things.” He winks at me before pulling his scrub top over his head and making quick work of his pants and shoes. He grabs my waist and tosses me onto my bed like I weigh ten pounds and proceeds to climb on top of me, sliding his erection against my thighs.

Oh my.

Trent stops as his body is hovering directly over mine, his eyes are curious as he glances down at me. “Before we settle a few things”—his eyes motion towards his very apparent hard-on—“is there anything you need to tell me?” His tone is light and teasing.

“I didn't get it on with my best friend.” I sigh loudly. “She walked in on me while I was enjoying a little time with T.H.”

“T.H.?”

“My vibrator…T.H.” My face flushes red with embarrassment.

“What does T.H. stand for?” His eyes are beaming, and it's apparent his mind has already put it together.

“You're going to make me say it, aren't you?”

He nods his head and grins widely at me, his pearly whites in full view.

“I call my vibrator Trent Hamilton.”

He fist pumps in the air and starts to playfully rub himself up against me, dry humping my leg like a horny dog. “Fuck, that turns me on.” He's still smiling and laughing a little as I roll my eyes skyward.

“Just kiss me and stop gloating.”

Trent leans down, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, and then lets it loose with a loud pop. “Just so you know, I used to be in a fraternity in college and I'm really good with Jell-O… so if you want to get Amy back in here…”

I smack his chest hard, the sound of my hand hitting his skin echoing in my bedroom. “You're such a kinky bastard.”

He grips my thigh tightly and presses his face into my chest, my breasts vibrating from his husky laughter. “You love it, and for that, I'm going to show you just how much of a kinky bastard I can be.”





Chapter Twenty-Six



“Sometimes the best sex isn't even in the comfort of your own home. Sometimes it's the rush you get from spontaneity, the excitement from being somewhere you're not supposed to be that makes it even more pleasurable.”



"Oh shit," Trent says as he slides my scrub pants down and finds a tiny scrap of lacy, red material. His eyes are flaring wide with lust, with want, with pure carnal need. I admit this thong is a little on the small side, but it's actually laundry day and I'm running low on my usual work-appropriate cotton panties. I decided to harass Trent on my lunch break. I know, this is not nearly an appropriate setting for making boom-boom with your boyfriend, but I can't help myself. Trent and I haven't really seen each other since the T.H. vibrator fiasco a few days ago. I'm dying to feel his hands on me, to feel him inside of me. He's fueled a desire that has bloomed from my core, and all rational thought has left the building.

Leaving a very turned-on Elle and her very horny vagina.

"How am I supposed to scrub into the OR and actually attempt to concentrate after finding out you're practically wearing nothing underneath those scrubs?" His gorgeous baby blues are smoky, filled with undeniable heat.