Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Seanshine walked past me, not even acknowledging me, and headed straight back for the room that he’d been instructed to use while en-route with the patients. Once he’d transferred over care to one of the nurses, he came back out, a thunderous scowl on his face.
“What’s up?” I asked him as he made his way in.
He growled at me, walking straight past me and to the refreshment room for the paramedics.
I got up and followed, curious now as to the reason for his anger.
I found him muttering obscenities to himself.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Someone took the last Dr. Pepper,” he grumbled. “Who’s the chick?”
I turned to see Tally in the seat I’d vacated. “Tally,” I answered, not giving any more information than that. He didn’t need to know that she was my student, and I was having some very not-so-teacher-like thoughts about her.
“Fuckin’ A,” he grumbled. “We lost an ambulance.”
I blinked.
“What?” I barked. “How the hell does that happen?”
He glared at me as he pulled out a Mountain Dew and started chugging it, all the while keeping angry eye contact with me.
“I mean,” he said once he was finished, “that we parked it to go to a scene. Got as close to the accident as we could, but ended up having to walk to the scene where some dumbass tried to drive into high water and got carried off. Just got to the car when I hear a god-awful crash and look back to see the ambulance floating away down the fucking creek-turned river.”
I blinked.
“Ummm,” I stifled my laughter. “How the fuck does that happen?”
He glared.
“A semi slammed into the back of it—flashing lights on and all—and pushed it into the water. We got the guy out of the car, and I hoofed it all the way here from Tenth Street.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “That woman is hot as fuck. Have you fucked her yet?”
I turned to find him staring at Tally.
Then burst out laughing.
“Uh, no,” I said. “She’s a nursing student.”
I refused to admit that Tally was my student, though. Not to him.
I was about two seconds away from breaking the goddamned law, not to mention the moral code, when it came to Tally Slater, and I’d rather not admit it out loud.
Because if I didn’t admit it aloud, it didn’t really count…right?
***
The first part of my long day started not long after she arrived.
One second we were sitting at the nurses’ station, and the next we were at a woman’s side whose daughter was having an asthma attack.
I was practically on top of Tally, my body pressed to hers as we worked.
“Have you been able to get anything in her?” I asked the woman.
“No,” she frantically replied. “I tried to give her meds in her spacer when I realized what was going on, but by then she was already too far into it.”
I nodded and started to work, as Alessandria, the other nurse who Tally was shadowing, was helping me.
Tally stayed at the girl’s side, speaking to her as she tried to calm the child down.
The mom was on one side, holding her hand, bent down talking to her as well.
I spared one quick look at the soft, not panicking smile on Tally’s face, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Twenty minutes later, the little girl was breathing, I was no longer pressed against Tally’s ass, and I was trying to contain the adrenaline rush that always ran through me in emergencies.
My cock was still fucking hard, I had the smell of Tally clinging to my body, and I was heading to the bathroom.
I was a sick mother fucker, but I couldn’t deal with this hard on for the next ten hours. I had to get it under control, and in my mind, there was only one way to do that.
Closing the door of the private physician’s bathroom, I yanked my pants down, fisted my cock, and started running my hand up my shaft furiously.
It took less than forty seconds before I was coming all over a paper towel I’d grabbed just in time, and I couldn’t help but growl Tally’s name.
***
I didn’t know what I was thinking.
Throughout the night, the weather had gone from bad to worse, and we were now staring three o’clock in the morning in the face.
“We can sleep in the same room. And you should sleep while you can, because if things keep going like they’re going, we’re going to be put to work sooner rather than later.”
“There’s only one bed,” she said. “I can’t take your bed.”
I shrugged.
“It’s not technically mine…” I made a point of telling her. “And the bed is big. You just sleep on your side, and we’ll be fine.”
She gave me a skeptical look, then held up the pillow at the top of the bed, and then pointed to the lamp beside the bed. “This screams ‘you’,” she informed me. “And I saw you wearing that shirt yesterday.” She pointed to the corner of the room where my Grunt Style t-shirt laid in a dirty heap against the wall.