Thicker than Blood - Book One (2 page)

“Oh, holy shit, Kenna!” He
picked my hips off of the bed, fucking into me a few more times
before his orgasm washed over him.

I closed my eyes and
relished the feeling of his jetting warmth filling my insides. I
was certainly ready for some sleep. When he collapsed against my
body, breathing hard, I knew he was too.

Matt slowly rolled off of
me, catching his breath. “Whoo. I am going to sleep in today! That
was good!”

“Yeah, it was, but you're
always good.” I reached my hands over my head and yawned. “So, what
was that, you want me to wake you up an hour before I get
up?”

“Ha! Fuck that noise. I'm
going to sleep like a little baby until after you get up for
work.”

“You suck.” He had to keep
rubbing it in.

Matt laughed. “I didn't
this morning.”

*****

1700 came too quickly. My
alarm clock blared some awful pop song I had never heard,
probably fucking Justin Bieber.
My hand shot out and smacked the thing
off.

Matt continued to
snore.

I flipped over, facing him
and poked him in the shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open and
he smiled.

“All this sleep is going to
make you stay up all night again.”

He chuckled huskily. “If it
was anything like this morning, then so be it.”

I laughed, climbing from
the bed and found a nice hot shower. I let my mind wander to
Wednesday, when Tiffany and I were going to the Galleria for some
much needed shopping therapy. My best friend, Tiffany Salazar,
worked at a different hospital now, so we didn't see each other as
much as we used to when she worked my unit.

Matt was finished getting
dressed when I went back into the bedroom. He sat back down on the
bed and smiled, watching me for a moment. “Well, I'm out. If you
want to go see the new sci-fi flick sometime this week, hit me up.”
He stood and swatted my ass as he walked by. It stung.

“Ow,
douche
,” I said and he laughed at the
words.

“If the hospital needs
someone tonight, tell them to give me a call.”

“Alright. See
ya.”

“Later.”

After he left, while I was
drying my long, wavy red-hair, I started to wonder if I needed to
find a boyfriend. Someone that wasn't just sex... someone that I
could connect with on a deeper level. Romance would be a nice
change of pace. Matt was a fantastic friend and awesome in bed, but
we never connected on that scale. Honestly, I didn't know why we
didn't... he was attractive, kind, smart... but he was just a
friend. In fact, that's how it started too. Our personalities hit
it off, and while everyone at work thought we were involved, we
simply had fun doing things together. Over beers one night, we got
on the subject of relationships being downers. One thing lead to
another and I sarcastically suggested that we become 'special
friends'. I mean, I meant it, but I didn't want to sound serious if
he wasn't into the idea. Lucky for me, he was down with it. And
that's where we have been ever since.

I had this fantasy of
meeting someone at work, maybe a rich doctor, but it was just that,
a fantasy. I couldn't think of a single person I knew that met
their spouse at the hospital.
Total pipe
dream, that was to be sure.

I put the dryer down to
wrap a few wavy strands around my finger, making them bouncier.
Glancing in the mirror, I marveled at my hair. If I had to pick out
one thing I loved most about myself, it would be my head of full,
red hair. The color was an uncommon deep-red hue I've only ever
seen on a box. In fact, I got compliments anytime I went out;
whether to the store or out having fun.

When I got to work, day
shift was all abuzz with news of a hot, new cardiologist that
joined the Welch Group. That particular group of doctors was
composed of all hot men already.

“What, is it a requirement
that the doctor be hot for the Welch Group to accept them in?” I
scoffed at one of the blonde day nurses. “Like a secret society of
hot, young doctors?”

She laughed, tapping the
papers in her hand against the counter at the nurses station. “It
sure looks that way.”

“Doesn't that make you guys
wonder about them?” Another day nurse chimed in behind
me.

“What, that they might be
gay?”

We laughed.

Blondie looked coyly over
her shoulder at the rest of us. “His name is Alex Amante, or
something like that. And I got to shake his hand... big hands,
girls, so big...” and she proceeded to smack herself in the crotch
with an open palm.

We roared. I don't know why
we, nurses of all people, would continue to use men's hand-size as
a way to determine the size of a guy's dick. We knew better... but
I guess it was still fun to make assumptions.

After receiving report on
my patients from the day nurses, I settled down at the station to
check cardiac rhythms, just to make sure that the nurse before me
and the telemetry tech didn't miss anything.

I had three good patients,
the same ones I had the night before. The only change was Dr.
Amante being added as doctor for one of my peoples. Other than
that, it looked like I was facing a pretty slow evening. That's
exactly what it turned out to be. Around 0200, I gathered my charts
and began making my notes and reading previous ones.

I was so caught up in
charting I didn't realize what time it was until I looked up. Damn,
0537. I quickly finished up my notes on Mr. Kimbrough and went down
the hall to Mrs. Klesster's room. She recently had a pacemaker
installed and she was basically being monitored to ensure there
were no issues with the pacer. I was pretty confident she would be
discharged later in the day.

When I turned the corner
into the boring and dreary semi-private room, I saw a tall,
dark-haired man wearing a lab coat by her bedside, writing notes in
her chart.
So, this is the famed Dr.
Amante...
He
was
hot. Olive skin with wavy, black
hair, standing at least six-two.

“Hi, Dr. Amante.”

He glanced at me, his
amazing caramel-colored eyes scanned over my face and body quickly,
then went back to work on the notes. “Good morning. Are you Mrs.
Klesster's nurse?” He had a very faint Italian accent.
Lord,
days didn't tell us
he had an accent. I would have thought him hot before, but that
accent pushed him into orbit!

Easy girl.
“Yes, I am. I'm Kenna.” I walked further into the
room, passing the empty bed closest to the door.

“Any problems with her
rhythm over the night?” he asked, continuing to write.

“None. She's maintained
sinus 70s since I came on,” I said as I came to stand next to
him.

“Good.”

Dr. Amante seemed very
straight to business – not rude but not a chatter either. Course,
it was early. The handsome, young doctor could be the most
flirtatious guy on the planet after a cup of joe.

As he wrote, I noticed he
wasn't wearing a ring, but that didn't mean anything. I knew plenty
of men that were married that didn't wear rings. It could be for
reasons of hygiene, forgetfulness or because they didn't want
people to know they were married.

The handsome cardiologist
glanced up at me for a brief second, then proceeded to scribbled
down a few more notes on the yellow paper, but stopped, pen frozen
just above the sheet. I swear that I had seen him shudder slightly;
his jaw clenching. He remained like that for several seconds, eyes
remaining on the doctor's note, but unmoving.

His rigid state made me a
little uncomfortable. “Um, will she be discharged today?” I asked,
forcing myself to peer out the window into the black
night.

Dr. Amante looked at me –
his intense gaze boring deep into my scull. I was taken aback by
the sheer hunger in his eyes.

“...Doctor?”

He continued to stare at me
as he set the pen on the paper. I could feel the hair rise on the
back of my neck. Something was... wrong with this picture. He came
towards me, I took a step back. He kept coming.

What the fuck?!
I backed up as he approached and stopped only
when the wall blocked my backward motion. I felt like a mouse
slinking away from a large, powerful cat. This was not professional
behavior but I was unable to say anything as I watched him close
the distance between us. He put his hands on the wall next to my
face and peered down into my eyes.
Why did
his eyes look almost black when they had been a caramel before?
Weren't they?

“You smell delicious,” he
said with a whisper which was closer to a growl. His eyes focused
on my lips. Something was wild and feral about his current
behavior, like I was Little Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad
Wolf.

Oh. Dear. God.
“Uh....” I tried to say something but nothing
came out. I was intoxicated by the situation, the lustful look he
held, the soft smell of his skin and cologne...

A hand came up to my cheek,
the heat from him felt like it was branding my skin. “Don't
move....”

Don't move?
I couldn't breath!
Is
this really happening?

He brought his lips slowly,
painfully slowly, to mine. The touch sent a thousand tiny electric
shocks through my body, down to my toes. Dr. Amante's mouth was
gentle at first, his tongue searching for mine, his hands moving to
the nape of my neck. He gathered me in his arms, pulling my body to
meld against his. As the kiss deepened, I felt myself loosing touch
with reality... and the solid matter beneath my feet followed suit.
I was floating... in a patient's room, I was floating.

A whimper escaped from my
lips as his mouth moved to my jaw and neck. As if it were possible,
I felt like my skeletal system completely liquified against him. If
he wasn't holding me, I would be a giant pool on the cold, hospital
floor.

Dr. Amante inhaled deeply,
lightly scraping his teeth against the soft skin covering my
jugular. I groaned softly and he responded with a faint hiss.
Before I knew what happened, he was standing in front of my face
again, not touching me. Hunger was still in is eyes but there was
something else there too. I seriously don't know how I remained
standing with no external support.

“You will forget this
happened,” he commanded, his eyes intently concentrating on
mine.

I stared at him for a
moment.
Was he serious?
I blinked. “Wh... why?”
He must be
married or have a girlfriend then...

Dr. Amante's determined
look changed to amazement as his brow furrowed. He studied my face
carefully. “How...,” he started, then paused in thought. “Are
you... are you taking Garlique or a similar supplement?”

“No...” What did that have
to do with anything? Was my breath bad? “Why?”

His mouth opened slightly
as he took a step back. Our eyes remained locked for an instant
more, then he turned, and picked up Mrs. Klesster's chart. “Excuse
me, Kenna,” he said, glancing at me one last time before quickly
exiting the room.

I was floored.
Seriously, what the fuck just happened?
I pinched my own skin tightly and it hurt.
No, this isn't a dream.
For a moment, it seemed as if our encounter would turn into
one of those predictable pornos featuring the bimbo nurse and the
horny doctor.
Too bad.

After standing there in a
fog longer than I should have, I pulled my walkie from my scrub
pants and held it to my lips. “Marie, is Dr. Amante up
there?”

The unit clerk didn't
respond right away. “No, he just left the floor.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I removed the table from
the side of Mrs. Klesster's bedside, not really thinking of my
movements. No one would believe me if I told them. I just made out
with the hot new cardiologist... and I knew no one would believe
me. I smiled and traced a finger along my lips. I could still
faintly smell his cologne on my scrubs and skin. I need sex, I
thought, realizing the hot pool sitting at the apex of my
thighs.

I quickly walked out of the
patient's room and into the nurses lounge, fishing my cell phone
out of my pocket. I texted Matt: Are u free this morning? I really
need u.