Off Duty (Off #7) (5 page)

Spinning me around
roughly, he pushes me down chest first onto the desk. I can hear his
breathing, which is harsh and grating, and his hands pull frantically
at my scrub bottoms.

“Fuck, Holly…
watching you take me in your mouth like that. Couldn’t handle
it. So fucking turned on right now,” he pants as he tears my
scrubs and underwear down my legs. His hand immediately comes up and
he shoves two fingers in me. This feels oh so good because I am
beyond turned on myself after feeling him in my mouth.

Tim steps up behind
me, and then his fingers are replaced by him rubbing the end of his
cock in between my wet folds while one hand pushes in between my
shoulder blades so I lower even further down to the desk.

“Tell me now
if I can’t fuck you bare,” he commands with a growl.

“You can,”
I moan, implicitly trusting him.

Tim slams home…
one vicious thrust of his hips, and his cock punches into me so hard,
the desk scoots forward by several inches.

“Gonna be
fast, baby,” Tim mutters, and then his hands are at my hips and
he’s ramming in and out of me. His pelvis and legs slap against
my own skin, the desk scrapes across the floor, and neither one of us
can stop the moans and grunts being elicited from this wild and crazy
fucking we are doing in the emergency room.

“Oh, God,
Holly,” Tim groans. “You should see what I see from back
here, baby. My cock tunneling into you. So fucking hot.”

I moan hard over his
words and feel the first twinges of an orgasm starting to build. He
fucks me even harder and when his hand reaches around, finds my clit,
and pinches it, I erupt in a violent implosion of ecstasy, absolutely
amazed at how well Tim can play my body.

“I’m
going to come,” Tim moans. He mutters a long, drawn-out string
of curses as he starts to do so, grinding himself against me to milk
every bit of the pleasure.

Both of us are
breathing hard. Tim leans over me, placing a soft kiss against the
back of my head before he steps back and pulls out of my body. I feel
wetness sliding down my legs, but then Tim reaches across the desk,
grabs several tissues from a box, and cleans me up. He pulls my
underwear and scrubs up before tucking himself back in, and then,
best of all, he pulls me into his arms.

Resting my head
against his chest, I listen to the steady thump of his heart,
relishing his strength and security. I feel peaceful and fulfilled on
so many levels that it’s hard to describe.

Pulling back
slightly, Tim gives me a soft kiss on my lips. Smiling, he says,
“Damn Holly… I truly only came by to see if you had time
for a cup of coffee.”

I giggle and nuzzle
back into this chest. “This was way better than a cup of
coffee.”

“Fuck yeah it
was,” he says as he squeezes me.

“It sucks
being on duty today and tomorrow,” I mutter as one of his hands
comes up to stroke my hair.

“I know,”
he agrees softly. “I’m going to take Sam to the zoo
tomorrow, but I was thinking… are you up for spending the day
after with us? Maybe show us around New Orleans and then come over
for dinner at my sister’s house?”

My arms
involuntarily squeeze around his waist in answer. “I’d
love to.”

“Good,”
he says. “I want you to get to know Sam.”

Pulling back, I look
at Tim in curiosity. “You do?”

“Of course I
do,” he says like I just asked the most stupid thing in the
world. “Holly… I’m not sure what you think is
going on between us, but this isn’t just a vacation fuck. I
might be going back to New York, but this isn’t finished
between us. You know that, right?”

Warmth, tenderness,
and relief courses through me. I smile at him brightly and place my
palm on his chest. “It’s definitely not finished between
us.”

Tim

We settled on taking
Sam to Carousel Gardens Amusement Park, figuring it would be the best
way to keep a five-year-old entertained. He started petering out
right after lunch, but he caught his second wind early afternoon.

The day could not
have gone any better. I had a quick talk with Sam last night about
Holly, merely telling him that she was an old and dear friend of
mine, and that she wanted to spend the day with us. He reacted as any
child probably would… with complete indifference. Instead, he
was more excited about the amusement park and wanted assurances that
he would be able to go on the rides even with his hand in a splint.

What was
interesting, though, was how quickly Sam warmed up to Holly once we
got to the park. His indifference turned to genuine interest, and
that was only to be expected because Holly showed immense interest
toward him and his world. I guess because her specialty is in
pediatric orthopedics that she has a natural talent connecting to
kids, but even I was pretty awe-inspired as I watched her aptly able
to handle long bouts of five-year-old dialogue.

“So what
position do you play in baseball?” Holly asked Sam as we walked
through the park.

And, as only a
five-year-old can do when he wants to talk about something that is
important to him, he really talks about what is important to him. “I
play second base. And I’m really good. I’m ‘posed
to be in the Tee Ball league, but I’m good enough to be in
Coach Pitch, and I did a camp this summer and I tried outfield but
didn’t like it, plus I’m gooder at second base.”

“Better,”
I interjected quickly.

“Better,”
Sam agreed. He then continued to tell Holly about every other kid on
his team and what he felt their future would be like in baseball.

By midmorning, Sam
wanted Holly to go on the rides with him and I was relegated to
holding onto the stuffed animals we had won while they got to have
all the fun. And I grinned the entire time, grateful that Sam at
least liked Holly and vice versa.

This was important
to me because as I told her the other night, this is in no way
finished between us. I have no fucking clue what the future holds for
us, but I know it holds something. I know this because within just a
few days, many of my old feelings for Holly have returned. Not only
is there the extreme physical attraction, but it’s like ten
years have melted away and I am remembering all the things about her
that caused my eighteen-year-old self to fall in love with the
blonde-haired, green-eyed girl who wanted to be a doctor and save the
world.

Her humor, her
grace, her compassion.

The way she rolls
her eyes at me when I’m goofing around.

Her little habit of
nibbling on her lip when she’s thinking about the best way to
say something.

The way she makes
eye contact with everyone she walks by, giving a smile or a nod of
her head in greeting.

Or how she hums
along to the music in the car but refuses to actually sing out loud.

All of those things
I had forgotten, and yet, they are still so innately Holly and I
realized I’ve actually missed those little quirks.

Then there are the
things I’m learning about her anew. The ways in which she’s
changed as a woman. She has a naughty streak, which so wasn’t
her in high school. We were only sexually active for a few months
before her father broke us apart, but she was tentative and always
looked to my lead. The other night, she practically molested me in
that little office, a new trait I’m finding I like very much.

Of course, I can’t
overlook the fact that she began to really change probably the day
after we broke up. That was the beginning of the end for her and her
father, and she made tremendous sacrifices and weighty decisions to
make sure that her life would not be controlled by a bigoted man.
This is a character trait I would move heaven and earth to teach my
own son, so he never has to suffer under that type of fear or
pressure. I can tell Holly is the type of woman that will move heaven
and earth to teach her own kids that one day.

“Dad…
can I get my picture done?” Sam asks as we stroll through the
amusement park. We’ve already been on all the rides that Sam
felt brave enough to attempt, as well as played every game
imaginable.

I look over to a
street artist drawing caricatures. I’ve always felt those were
stupid and a waste of time, yet today, I have no timetable where Sam
and Holly are concerned.

“Sure,”
I say, reaching into my pocket to pull out my wallet. After I pay the
artist and Sam gets situated in the chair, I step over to Holly and
wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close. Leaning over,
I kiss her on the top of the head, which is the first outward display
of affection I’ve shown her all day. I had been hesitant,
because of Sam, but he’s not paying any attention to us yet.

But he will,
eventually, so I keep my arm around her and figure he needs to see it
at some point.

“Have a good
time today?” I ask her as we watch the artist start to draw.

“The best,”
she murmurs as she slips an arm around my waist. “How ‘bout
you?”

“The best,”
I agree with her, and then add on, “Sam really likes you.”

“You have an
amazing son, Mr. Davis,” she says smartly. “He is
completely you, one-hundred percent.”

“He got a
little bit of his mom,” I say with a grin. “Luckily, he
didn’t get the part that harped on me all the time for not
picking up my dirty socks from the bedroom floor.”

Holly bumps her hip
against me in admonishment. “I’d harp on you for that
too.”

“I knew it…
you’re a shrew,” I tease her, and yup… there it
is… an eye roll.

We watch Sam for a
moment, his eyes finally darting over to us as we stand there with
our arms around each other. He doesn’t even lift an eyebrow,
just flashes his big, gapped grin and turns back to the artist.

“So, you want
kids?” I ask her.

“Yeah,”
she says with a dreamy hint in her voice. “Someday. Maybe two…
three? I don’t know, but definitely.”

“You’d
make a wonderful mother,” I murmur as I lean over and touch my
cheek to her temple.

“It’s
funny, because growing up, whenever my father did something that I
just adored, I would say to myself, ‘I’m going to be
exactly like him when I grow up’. I’m so different now
than I was then. I’ve learned so much… seen all kinds of
ugly. I hope I’ve managed to weed out all the bad I’ve
seen my father do and come away with only the good.”

“That is
definitely not something you need to worry about,” I tell her
as I keep my eyes trained on Sam. “There is nothing but good
inside of you.”

“Yeah, well,
you haven’t seen me up close and personal when I have PMS. You
won’t be singing my praises then,” she teases.

“I think I
could handle that. It’s only once a month.”

Holly gives a
throaty laugh and pulls away. When my arm falls away from her
shoulder, she immediately takes my hand and laces her fingers with
mine. Turning to face me, her back to Sam, she looks up at me and the
sun causes her green eyes to lighten to the color of limes. She’s
absolutely breathtaking… literally steals my breath away.

“I checked up
on you while you were in college,” Holly says out of the blue.

My eyebrows rise,
not only because I’m surprised by this, but also because this
is so far off track from our talk of her PMS. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods…
almost shyly, lowering her gaze to the ground. “After I decided
to leave Columbia toward the end of my freshman year. When I started
getting scholarship offers to other schools. I knew I was going to
leave my father and his controlling ways behind.”

Her words trail off…
she’s lost in a memory. I take my hand and tuck it under her
chin, raising her gaze to me. I look at her questioningly so she’ll
continue.

“Remember
Bennie… who was dating Sarah Carnes our senior year?”

I nod, vaguely
remembering Bennie but having no clue who Sarah Carnes was.

“Well, Bennie
went to Columbia and we had a few classes together. Sarah went to
Syracuse and was in a sorority there.”

“I remember
Bennie… not Sarah though.”

“Well, Sarah
was sorority sisters with a girl you were dating your freshman year,”
she says.

“Beth Gamble,”
I say, remembering the petite little cheerleader I was seeing on and
off while at Syracuse.

“Yeah…
well, Bennie knew we had dated in high school, and he mentioned Sarah
had seen you at a few parties. So, he always sort of kept me up to
date on how you were doing. As much as Sarah knew from observing you
at parties.”

“It’s
why you didn’t try to contact me, isn’t it?” I ask
with a dark feeling seeping through me.

She nods and gives a
sad smile. “I wanted to contact you. Tell you everything that
happened, and that I was going to be free from my father. I don’t
know… I wanted another chance with you, but you had moved on.
I guess I was just afraid of you rejecting me. So I did nothing.”

I felt anger toward
her father for making this mess to begin with. Pure, blistering hot
anger for fucking us and everything we had up.

I pull Holly into my
arms and hug her hard. Then I dip down and kiss her… softly
and sweetly, because there is a five-year-old sitting ten feet away
who may be watching.

Sweeping my lips
across her cheek, I murmur in her ear, “So much time wasted,
baby.”

Holly pulls back and
looks at me. “I don’t see it that way.”

“Oh, yeah? How
do you see it?”

“I see it as
an opportunity for both of us to grow on our own. And most
importantly, you had Sam. That wouldn’t have happened if we had
stayed together.”

Brave, pragmatic,
practical Holly. So fucking sweet and thoughtful.

This time, I pull
her in and kiss her a little harder. And yeah, I slip my tongue in
between those sweet lips briefly and really pour my emotion into her.