Doctor Perfect: The Omegas of Sweet Water, Texas Page 3

  My pulse picked up at his suggestive tone. “Is that right?”

  “Sure. Why not? We’re both adults.”

  Surprise and excitement sparked through my gut, and it took me a second to formulate my thoughts. I was definitely distracted by the throbbing of my cock, but I wanted to be smart. Lust could get you into trouble real quick. “Are you hitting on me?” I smiled to show I wasn’t offended.

  “I think I am.”

  I inhaled a shaky breath, but I didn’t speak. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was definitely tempted to spend some time alone with him, where we could explore this obvious sexual attraction we shared. But was that the smart thing to do?

  “Would you want to… get out of here?” he asked softly. “We could go to my place.” When I didn’t answer right away, he backpedaled. “Maybe it’s a bad idea.”

  Disappointment jabbed at me. “I’m not saying I’m not interested.”

  “Yeah?”

  I glanced around, trying to control my racing pulse and need. “We work together.”

  “Yes. But there isn’t any actual policy against employees fraternizing.”

  “Is that what you want to do? Fraternize?”

  His lips twitched. “Well, what I want to do does start with an F.”

  I blew out a breathless laugh. “Shit. You are forthright.”

  “It’s one of my most charming qualities.”

  “Yeah?”

  “One of them.” He seemed more confident now. “What do you say?”

  “It could be complicated.”

  He nodded. “It could be. But I don’t think it needs to be. This is just about physical need. We’re not starting a relationship. No strings sex.”

  “Fuck,” I said softly under my breath, my cock hardening.

  “Exactly.”

  I laughed and my face warmed. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.” Maybe it was stupid, but I was just buzzed enough I didn’t really care. He wanted to fuck, and I wanted to fuck. I didn’t see a problem. He didn’t want anything serious. We weren’t on hospital property. This was our free time, and we had a right to live our lives. This was just about two people using each other’s bodies for pleasure. What could be more perfect?

  He slid out of the booth, and I followed, hoping no one noticed my crotch was bulging. I felt kind of like a kid escaping school as I left the building with him. Most of the time when I picked someone up, it felt more staged. But this was pure lusty, spontaneity. It was exhilarating. Once we were out in the night, we didn’t touch each other. I wanted to grab him, push him against a car and kiss him, but instead I kept my hands to myself. Allowing my desire to ramp even higher.

  “I need to call an Uber.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “You can follow us to my house.”

  “Nah. Don’t bother calling Uber. I’ll drive us to your place. I only had two drinks.”

  “You sure?” He frowned.

  “Absolutely.” I put my arm around his waist. “My car’s over here.”

  Once in my car, we didn’t talk on the drive, but he put his hand on my thigh, squeezing. My cock ached, constricted painfully in my underwear, and when his hand brushed my dick, I moaned, and he laughed. He only lived about ten minutes from the bar, on a tree lined residential street. Once I was parked, we climbed from my vehicle. Excitement bubbled in my gut when I met him on the sidewalk. His eyes glittered in the street lights, and his scent of arousal filled my nostrils.

  “You still want to do this?” he asked softly.

  I couldn’t help myself, and I stepped up to him, slipping my hand around the back of his neck. I pulled him in for a kiss, my mouth covering his hungrily. He groaned into my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine. My dick was so hard it was agony. I tugged him closer, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss. I pressed him against my car, rocking my hips and grinding into him. His hand slipped down to cup my swollen crotch, and I had half a mind to take him right there on the street. What would he do if I just shoved his pants down and fucked him against my car?

  The beep of a horn as a car drove by startled me from my haze of lust. We both stiffened, and he laughed, pushing me away. “Inside. Now.” He trotted away toward his one-story house, and I followed, still groggy with need.

  His hands shook as he tried to unlock the door, and he dropped the key a few times. I pressed my face into the nape of his neck, inhaling his musky, clean scent. God, how could someone I’d wanted to strangle yesterday have me so turned on now? He moaned and finally managed to get the door open. We stumbled inside, laughing and kissing. Items of our clothing fell away as we made our way down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. Once inside his room, I barely looked around, unable to take my focus off of him. He stripped off his shirt, and my mouth watered taking in his beautiful, lean torso. I wanted to suck his flat brown nipples and make him beg me to fuck him.

  Breathlessly, I undid my belt, slipping out of my pants. Once I was completely naked, I joined him on the mattress. He lay on his back, his thighs split as he stroked himself. He handed me a condom, and a bottle of lube from under his pillow.

  “I see you planned ahead.” I smiled, ripping the little foil wrapper open.

  “Not really. I didn’t think I’d pick anyone up tonight. This is a nice surprise.”

  “Yeah, it is.” I rolled the condom on, settling between his thighs. I slicked my fingers with lube, and leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed my mouth, sticking his tongue between my lips, and moaning. As we sucked on each other’s mouths, I slipped one slick finger into his tight hole. He arched his back, and whimpered, shuddering at my touch.

  “That’s right,” I whispered. “You need this bad.”

  “Fuck yeah.” He humped against me. “So bad.”

  I smiled, my lust burning in my gut. I couldn’t wait to fuck him, and my cock throbbed as his leaked against my thigh. I fingered him; one finger. Two. Three. He cried out and begged for more. I loved sex, and I couldn’t say I’d ever not enjoyed fucking. But I didn’t just want release tonight. I wanted to be inside him. Him. I wanted to be inside Fox’s tight heat. I wanted to thrust until he couldn’t stand it and he came in a hot flood. This feisty omega had tapped into something primal inside me. I’d have loved to take him without a condom. The urge to fill him with my seed was almost overpowering, and shocking even. I’d never been interested in breeding an omega. But the idea of this mouthy omega under me, stuffed with my cum made me lightheaded with need.

  He trembled beneath me, digging his heels into the bed, as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper, preparing him for my cock. I pegged the spongy prostate gland inside him, and he jerked and came without warning. The warm, wet spread of his release between our bodies was such a turn on, I almost came too. But instead, I pulled my fingers from him, and hooked my arms under his knees, pulling him closer. Then I pressed the wide head of my cock to his hole and pushed in.

  “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, arching his back and still stroking his softening cock.

  The tight squeeze of his hole was so delicious, I almost popped immediately. But I bit my lip, and thrust deep, watching his beautiful face. “So tight,” I rasped.

  “Fuck me hard,” he groaned.

  “Yeah? You like that?”

  “I need it.” He groaned, and pressed against me, his eyes bright with need. “Feels so good.”

  My balls buzzed as I hovered on the edge of my shivering climax. I bucked my hips, sliding in and out of him. Listening to his panting moans, and the tight squeeze of his hole on my dick was almost too good. It was hard not to shoot, but I didn’t want this to end yet. I liked listening to his sounds as I impaled him deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into my hip, and his lips parted as he begged for more. There was something so perfect about his submissive need to be taken, especially considering what a strong omega he was. But he was letting me in willingly, begging me to own him. Use him. Take him. He wanted that. He wanted me, and it was heady being allowed inside him.

 
I changed position, lying on top of him. His cock hardened again against my stomach, and his movements became more frantic as he met my thrusts. “Oh, fuck,” he wheezed.

  My dick was so sensitive as I fucked him deeper and deeper. My thigh muscles burned as I pounded into him, wedging one knee against the mattress, so I could get a better angle. Sweat beaded on my brow, and his smooth skin had a sheen of perspiration, as we twisted around each other, taking what we needed. He nibbled my throat, jaw and earlobe, begging me to come inside him. My cock swelled and throbbed as I slammed past the point of no return.

  I growled as my dick jerked deep inside him, and he cried out, his hot release warming my abs for the second time. My muscles stiffened as my cock emptied into his body, filling the rubber. He shuddered and humped against me, milking the last drops of my creamy release from my spent dick. Once my orgasm ended, I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. I kissed him, loving how warm and weak my muscles felt from coming hard. I was afraid I was crushing him, but he had his arms around me tight, so I stayed where I was, with my cock still inside his tight heat.

  After a few minutes, my spent dick slipped from his body, and I rolled off of him. I kept one hand on his thigh, feeling groggy from my fading arousal. “You’re quite a surprise, Nurse Fox.”

  He chuckled, his body bouncing with his laughter. “That was a nice warm up.”

  I grinned, wiping sweat from my brow. “Sounds promising.” I grabbed some tissues from the side of the bed. Once we were cleaned off, he rolled over on his stomach, sighing contentedly. I smiled at him as he buried his face in a pillow. “Should I leave? You ready to sleep?”

  He snorted and lifted his head. “Hell, no.”

  “Good.” I ran my hand over his firm buttocks. “I’d love to sink into this beautiful ass again.”

  Chuckling, he closed his eyes. “I need about thirty minutes of snooze time, then we can take a shower and play drop the soap.”

  “Yes please.”

  His dimples appeared. “You’re so agreeable when you’re off the clock.”

  “I’m always agreeable.” I grimaced. “Unless someone implies I’m not doing my job properly.”

  He groaned. “God, please let’s not rehash what happened yesterday. Let’s put it behind us.”

  I grinned and smacked his ass. “I’m all about the behind.”

  He laughed, and scrambled under the covers, holding them up so I could climb under too. Once we were nice and cozy, he turned his back to me, and I moved up, slipping my arm around his waist. I wasn’t much of a cuddler, but I wanted to feel his hard body against mine as I closed my eyes to rest. It didn’t take long before his breathing was steady and deep. My lips twitched as I thought about what a quirky guy Fox was. I liked him, and was pleasantly surprised at how compatible we seemed. Yesterday I’d have said he was an arrogant, mouthy know-it-all, but he truly wasn’t. He was opinionated, but thoughtful too.

  People could surprise you sometimes; I’d kind of forgotten that.

  Chapter Four

  Fox

  I didn’t see Liam, the next week. We didn’t even pass each other in the hall, which was a bit of a letdown. I’d enjoyed our night together, but Liam hadn’t hinted at seeing each other again. My body had been sore the next day after our hook-up, but in a good way, and I’d have loved to have a repeat performance the following weekend. But I wasn’t going to call Liam, and he didn’t call me. I wondered if maybe he’d decided it was too complicated dating someone he worked with. That would be too bad if that really was the reason he hadn’t called. I didn’t see why sex had to make things awkward. We were attracted to each other, and I didn’t get why that would be a problem, so long as we were professional on the job. While he had seniority in the delivery room, he wasn’t actually my direct supervisor.

  By the end of the second week with no call from Liam, I began to accept maybe he hadn’t enjoyed our evening together as much as I had. Surely he’d have called if he wanted to see me again. Alphas pursued what they wanted and were rarely timid about going after omegas, if interested. I had to assume he wasn’t interested, so instead I focused on work, and tried not to think about how much I’d have liked to see him again.

  I was about to leave the hospital after my shift late one night, when one of the newer nurses sprinted past me, looking rattled. I frowned after her and decided to follow. I managed to catch up to her as she entered the elevator. Her fingers shook as she pressed the button to the floor where the ER was.

  “What’s up?” I asked, studying her tense face.

  Nurse Swenson glanced at me, grimacing. “They just brought in a pregnant female omega.” She swallowed hard. “DOA.”

  “Damn.” I frowned. “Is the baby alive?”

  “There’s a heartbeat. It’s faint, but it’s there.” She gave the slowly scrolling floor numbers an impatient glance, and muttered, “Come on. Come on.”

  “Do you need any help?” Truthfully, I was exhausted and just wanted to go home, but it was obvious she was flustered. I’d worked with her a few times the last month, and she was a nice girl. I wanted to see her succeed, so I was willing to put aside how tired I was.

  She hesitated. “Weren’t you on your way out?”

  “I can stick around if you want me to.”

  The doors swooshed open. “You sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She let out a shaky breath. “That would be awesome. I’ve never been present at a postmortem C-section. To tell you the truth, I’m… I’m a little freaked out.”

  “That’s understandable. I’m happy to assist.” I’d never been at a postmortem C-section either, but I had more years on the job, and that gave me a confidence Nurse Swenson lacked.

  Stepping out of the elevator, she nodded. “I’d feel better with you there.”

  “The doctor on call will do all the real work. We’ll just be there to assist.” I smiled reassuringly.

  “Okay.”

  I followed her through the swinging doors of the ER and found chaos. Medical staff scurried around the lifeless body of a female omega, appearing frazzled. The dead omega’s eyes were open, fixed and glassy. My gut tensed as I approached, my gaze pinned on her rounded belly. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get one word out, Liam strode into the room looking grim. I was surprised to see him, but because of the seriousness of the situation, there was no time to register pleasure at his appearance.

  “I’m doing an emergency C-section. If you aren’t assigned to be here, clear out of the room.” His voice was clipped, and when his gaze met mine, there was no emotion.

  “I told Nurse Swenson I’d assist alongside her.”

  His gaze flicked to the uneasy looking nurse. “Uh… yeah. That sounds good.” He studied me for a few seconds. “Clean up. We only have minutes.”

  “Yes. I know.” I knew why he looked so somber; it was very rare that a baby was successfully delivered postmortem. Even if Liam was able to swiftly remove the baby, it could die of organ failure soon after. The odds were against the baby.

  I hurried to the other side of the room and scrubbed my hands and arms. Then I changed into clean scrubs and pulled a plastic cap over my hair. By the time I returned to the gurney that held the deceased omega, the area had been cleared of all unnecessary people, and Liam was cutting away the woman’s clothing.

  Nurse Swenson’s face was white as she hovered nearby. “How far along would you say the mother is, doctor?” she asked. “Thirty-seven weeks or so?”

  “If I had to guess, I’d say about that.” Liam’s face mask puffed as he spoke. There was a deep line between his brows as he bent over the body and made the preliminary incision to open the abdominal area.

  “So maybe everything will be all right?” Her expression was hopeful.

  His eyes darkened. “I don’t have time for a chat. I need to focus.”

  “Of course, doctor.” She dropped her chin to her chest.

  There was an oppressive silence in the roo
m as he worked. Nurse Swenson froze a few times when Liam barked orders, and I handed him the tools he needed. When it came time to pry the fetus from the mother’s womb, Nurse Swenson looked gray, so I stepped in and helped Liam. I didn’t want her passing out and possibly hitting her head. It was depressing work. I tried not to fixate on the fact that this female omega would have been looking forward to the birth of her baby, and would never have imagined this tragic ending. But if we could at least save the baby, I’d feel we’d done right by this poor omega.

  Once the baby was free, Liam cut the umbilical cord. The baby wasn’t breathing or moving, and my heart thudded as Liam began rubbing the limp child, and suctioning his nose and mouth to clear away mucus. I couldn’t see his expression fully because of his mask, but his eyes were fixed on the baby with determination. “Come on, little guy,” he rasped, massaging the infant’s back. A few more seconds passed and then there was a gurgle, and the baby began crying and wiggling in Liam’s arms. Relief washed over his features as he flicked his gaze to mine. “That’s better,” he said gruffly.

  “You did it,” I said quietly.

  He frowned. “He’s not out of the woods yet.”

  “No. He’s not.”

  Nurse Swenson took the infant and whisked him to a warming lamp where she wiped him clean. “Poor sweetheart, I’m so sorry this is how you had to come into this world.” While she’d stumbled during the procedure, she was more confident now, and she handled the baby like a pro.

  Liam pulled his mask down, and the lines of his face lessened. “Get him to the prenatal unit stat.”

  “Yes, doctor.” Nurse Swenson nodded, bundling the squawking child, and hurrying out of the room.

  Once she was gone, Liam slumped and pulled off his mask and gloves. His hands seemed to be shaking as he tossed them into the trash. He glanced at the deceased omega, and he exhaled roughly. “I’m so sorry we couldn’t save you too, Mom.”

  A lump formed in my throat at his husky tone. “You couldn’t have helped her. She died before she got here.”