All Wound Up

  She took in a deep breath. "Let's get you inside me, then. I'd hate to think of you suffering any longer."

  He fit the tip of his cock against her, then eased inside, cupping her butt to pull her up close as he gave a first thrust.

  Oh, yeah. Just as hot and tight as he imagined she'd be. And when Aubry wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, he seated himself fully inside of her. It was goddamned perfection.

  She smelled like sweet cotton candy, felt like soft heaven, and as he moved within her, her body gripped his cock tight.

  "You feel good," he said, reaching down to slide a hand over her hip, levering himself close so he could hit all her hot spots as well.

  Her nails dug into his arms. "Oh, yes. Right there, Tucker."

  She rocked back and forth against him as he pulled out, then slid in again. She was right there with him, her gaze pinned to his as they moved together in a slow, deliberate pace at first. He measured the signals she gave him. She liked it easy, and he could handle that for now. He took in the sounds she made--breathy little moans and gasps that made his balls draw up tight and made his cock harden like steel. He enjoyed watching her nipples pucker up when he rubbed his chest against her breasts.

  Hell, he liked everything about being naked and inside of her. And when her moans turned to gasps and whimpers, he increased the pace, holding back the need to release. Because she was going to go first, and when her sweet little pussy tightened around him, when she dug into the mattress and raised her hips, a silent invitation for more and deeper, he gave it to her.

  Sweat dripped down his back with the effort to hold back, but she was so damn good he didn't want to come. Not just yet, not when Aubry's cheeks pinkened and a dark flush spread over her breasts.

  "Tucker," she said, digging her nails in harder. "So, so good. You make me want to come."

  "Let go," he said, bending to kiss her, a hard driving kiss he coupled with deeper, faster thrusts. She cried out against his lips and he felt the force of her orgasm wrapping round his cock, squeezing him tight as she came.

  This time, he let go, slamming hard into her with his release. He felt dizzy from it, wrapping an arm around Aubry as her body rocked underneath him.

  Spent and out of breath, he nuzzled her neck, licking droplets of perspiration from her skin.

  Now that had been good. Really damn good. And when he could breathe again, he told her that.

  "It was pretty decent for round one," she said.

  He lifted his head and looked up at her smiling face. "It's a good thing I'm in great shape. I can tell you're very demanding."

  She brushed a hair away from his forehead. "I told you I'd been in a drought, didn't I?"

  "Yes. I believe you mentioned that."

  "So, you just happen to be the person I decided to make it rain for me."

  He rolled over to his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other. "And by making it rain, I take it to mean you'd like a monsoon."

  She laughed. "I believe so."

  "No complaints here." He pulled her on top of him and laid his hands on her ass, kneading the soft globes. She writhed against him until he got hard again.

  She grinned down at him. "I could tell from the first time I saw you that you were a rainmaker, Tucker."

  AUBRY ROLLED OVER IN BED AND GLARED AT THE clock. Five a.m.

  She really hated five a.m. She yawned, then looked over at the other side of the bed, at the dark-headed god sleeping next to her. She couldn't help her lopsided smile.

  Six times. She'd come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn't been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.

  She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.

  Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she'd been in . . .

  A very long time.

  She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.

  Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.

  She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans--which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she'd like to explore further--and his glasses.

  That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.

  If only she had today off as well.

  Dammit.

  "I smelled coffee. You heading to work?"

  She nodded. "Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever."

  He took the cup from her hand and laid it on the counter next to her, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her there. Delicious goose bumps prickled her skin. He took her mouth in a good morning kiss that made her want to tumble back into bed with him for several hours. Her entire body woke to passion and need. One would think after all those orgasms, she'd be more than satisfied.

  Apparently not, because before she knew it her fingers had looped their way into his hair, and his hand was down the front of her scrubs. In a few deliberate, coaxing minutes she was primed, ready and throbbing. When he pulled her pants down to her knees and put his mouth on her, all she could do was grab the counter for support. She held on while he sucked on her clit in a very demanding way that told her he could bring her to orgasm in less than two minutes.

  Or less. She cried out, not even caring as she rocked her sex against his face when she came.

  "Jesus, Tucker," she said when he licked the sides of her thighs and looked up at her with a very satisfied smile. "I'm going to be late."

  "You're going to be even later."

  He drew a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her against the counter, shoved his jeans down over his hips, and had that condom on in record time.

  She was still quivering from that mind-blasting orgasm when he entered her, pushing deep, making her gasp and moan as he thrust. He slid his hand inside her shirt to tease and pluck her nipples while he fucked her from behind.

  Her mind was awash in the visuals of what she must look like bent over her kitchen counter, her hair a mess, her clothes half off, and him pumping into her. Her belly tumbled and her sex quivered listening to his harsh breaths. He gripped her hips hard, and when she pushed back against him, his encouraging words made ripples of desire flitter through her.

  And when he slid his hand between her legs, she pushed him away, needing him to concentrate on pushing his big cock into her. She settled her own hand on her clit.

  "Oh, yeah," he said, then pumped hard and fast into her while she made herself come--again.

  And when she did, his loud groans only enhanced her orgasm. They came together with his hand on her breasts and her own between her legs.

  It was wild and passionate and left her hot and sweaty, enough that when they disengaged, she turned and gave him a glare.

  "Now I need another shower."

  He grinned. "Uh . . . sorry?"

  She shook her head, dashed into the bathroom and quickly rinsed off, combed her sex-mussed hair, then redressed and ran into the kitchen for her things.

  He had a cup of coffee in his hand, but he set it on the counter and came toward her.

  She held up her hand to stop him. "Don't even come near me."

  His lips quirked. "Okay. Have a good day, Aubry."

  Mellowing somewhat, considering she'd had two orgasms since getting out of bed this morning, she approached him, brushed her lips against his, and said, "You, too. Thanks for last night." She pulled away, then kissed him again. "And this morning."

  He smiled at her. "I'll call you."

  Did she want him to call her? She didn't even have time to think about it right now. "Sure. You do that."

  She left in a hurry and ran to her car, trying not to break speed limits to get to the hospital in tim
e for rounds. Dr. Chen could be horrible to his doctors who showed up late. When she got to the lounge, Katie was there.

  "Oh, my God," Katie said, getting up from the table to hurry over to her. "You're always here before me. You're here before everyone. I thought you might be sick."

  Aubry put her things away in her locker and tried to get her wildly beating pulse under control. "I'm fine."

  "You are not fine. Your face is flushed. Are you sure you're not coming down with something?"

  "No. I'm not sick." She wound her stethoscope around her neck and turned to Katie, then took a quick look at her phone. She'd made it. Barely, but she'd made it. "Shall we head out?"

  "And what's on your neck?"

  "Nothing." She reached out to scrub both sides of her neck. "What are you talking about?"

  "Right here." Katie rubbed a spot. "It's all red. Is it a bruise?"

  Aubry put her hand on the place where Katie had rubbed. "It's nothing. Probably hives because I got up late this morning. You know how Chen freaks me out."

  "It's not hives. Actually, it looks kind of like a--" Katie squinted at her, then her eyes widened. "Oh, my God. You had sex."

  Aubry pivoted and walked out of the lounge, Katie right on her heels.

  "I'm right, aren't I? You had sex. Was it with that hot baseball player?"

  She really hated that her friend knew so much about her life. "No."

  "Now you're just lying to me. You had sex with him. What's his name again? Tucker, wasn't it?"

  She stopped and turned to Katie. "Yes. And yes, if you must know. We had sex. Lots of it."

  Katie grinned. "Awesome. No wonder you look like shit. You probably stayed up screwing all night long and you're worn out from him giving you multiple orgasms. He looks like the type of guy who'd give a woman a lot of orgasms."

  Her body quivered at the mention of orgasms. She inhaled, then let it out. "Eight."

  Katie's brows rose. "Eight? Really?"

  "Yeah."

  "Get the hell out of here. Eight? And you let him go? I'd have called in sick today and had him give me eight more."

  She laughed. "Shut up. I don't call in sick to have sex. I don't call in sick, period. Even when I am sick."

  Katie shook her head. "Then you're doing it wrong, Aubry."

  "Come on." She pulled on Katie's sleeve. "We have work to do. We'll talk about sex later."

  She immersed herself in her job, trying to shove thoughts of Tucker out of her head for the next several hours. Fortunately, she was busy. Not as busy as when she worked nights, but she'd had a steady stream of work. A broken arm from a job-related injury, a sick infant, and an elderly gentleman with a bowel obstruction.

  Fortunately, Dr. Chen hadn't noticed she'd barely made it on time this morning, so she'd dodged a bullet there.

  Late afternoon she finally found time to get a bite to eat. She got a salad in the cafeteria, grabbed her medical notes and sat in the lounge, enjoying the few minutes of peace and quiet so she could study.

  Until Katie came in with her bag of food. She pulled up a chair across from Aubry at the table, laid her iced tea down, and opened her bag.

  "Surely you're not going to study. Don't you ever shut off that brain of yours?"

  Aubry looked up from her notes. "We have a lot to learn in a short period of time. And you never know when Chen is going to ask us about some complex brain trauma we've never heard of." She pinned Katie with a stern look. "You could stand to study more."

  Katie pointed to her temple and bit into her sandwich, talking with her mouth full. "I've got it all right here, honey."

  "Sure you do. What you've got is balls enough to bullshit your way through Chen's tough questions. Or you just don't care."

  Katie took a sip of her drink. "Of course I care. I just don't walk on eggshells around Chen like you seem to. He wants us all to do well, and his bark is way worse than his bite. You need to relax. Didn't those eight orgasms do the trick, or are you going back for more tonight?"

  "I . . ." She paused, not sure how to answer. She'd left Tucker at her place early this morning, without thought as to when, or if, she'd ever see him again.

  She didn't date. She spent days and nights at the hospital, and when she was off, she studied and caught up on things she had to do at home. She'd used one of her rare nights off to go out with him last night. Surely Tucker would understand that she wasn't looking for a relationship, right?

  "You what?" Katie asked, interrupting her thought process.

  "I don't know. We had a fun night. Isn't that enough?"

  "Of course it's not enough. You two had awesome sex, Aubry. Wouldn't you want more of it? I mean, it isn't often we can find a man to give us one orgasm, let alone eight. Why would you let a guy like that go?"

  She laid her fork down. "Because I don't have time for a guy. There's work and study and those are my priorities."

  Katie sighed. "You need to reset your priorities, honey. Men can give you great orgasms--as you know so well--which reduces your stress and allows you to fully focus your efforts on work and study."

  She couldn't help herself. Her lips lifted. "You have that all figured out, don't you?"

  "On a spreadsheet and everything."

  Aubry laughed. "Men can also be complicated."

  Katie took a bite of her sandwich, swallowed, then shook her head. "No. We're complicated. Men are simple. Keep them well fucked and they're happy as can be."

  Sliding Katie a look of disbelief, she said, "I don't believe it works that way."

  "Trust me. It works that way."

  "So you're saying all I have to do is fuck Tucker's brains out on a regular basis, and I won't have to worry about any emotional entanglements?"

  "Absolutely. If he's an average male. And from what I've seen of him? He looks like an average male to me. Quite possibly above average."

  Aubry couldn't believe she was even entertaining the idea. She had no time for this. But she had to admit the idea was tempting.

  And there was no denying the side benefits would be well worth it. Tucker had seemed fun and easygoing last night. Not at all intense.

  At least not until they'd gotten in bed. Then? The intensity level had been off the charts amazing, which she had no complaints about.

  She hadn't been lying to him when she'd told him it had been a long dry spell for her in the sex department. Sex on a regular basis sounded so good, especially with all the pressure she was under at work.

  And if she could get that without an emotional tie?

  Even better.

  Tucker had said he'd call. He'd pushed her about going out, so she expected her phone to buzz sometime today.

  They'd make plans, and she'd see where she could fit him into her schedule.

  At least sex-wise.

  TUCKER PITCHED AN OKAY GAME ON THURSDAY NIGHT. He'd given up eight hits and two runs, but his team had rallied and won.

  He could have done better. A lot better. His curve had been a little wonky, and he hated road games, especially in Denver where the altitude always messed with his pitches. But they'd won two of three from Denver and he was happy to be headed home for the next series against New York.

  He'd thought a lot about Aubry while he was gone, but he hadn't done anything about it. He figured after that intense first night, he needed to take a step back. It wasn't in his nature to enter a relationship, and maybe he'd had a little too much of a connection with her that night.

  He liked her, but he also preferred to keep things with women light and easy.

  He'd call her when he got home. They could reconnect and have some fun again.

  Once the plane landed and he got back to the private parking lot at the stadium, he grabbed his gear, said good-bye to his teammates and made the drive back to his condo. He tossed his bag down, went out and grabbed a bite to eat, then settled in on his sofa. He turned on the television and watched about an hour of sports recap on TV, then picked up his phone.

  It was eleven
thirty. He wondered if Aubry was still up. Or maybe she was working tonight. He probably should have asked her schedule. Or maybe texted her.

  He kind of sucked about things like that. He was more of a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy.

  He stared at the key pad, pondering.

  If she had worked day shift, she'd likely be asleep by now. He wouldn't want to wake her. Then again, if she was dead tired, maybe she wouldn't wake up if he texted.

  Shrugging, he sent the text.

  Hey! You at work or sleeping?

  When he didn't get a reply right away, he set his phone aside, figuring she was probably asleep.

  He'd try again tomorrow.

  AUBRY WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SUTURING A PARTICULARLY difficult elbow gash when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it until she finished, gave the patient aftercare instructions, then entered discharge information into the system.

  She picked up her phone and read the text message on her way down the hall.

  Tucker.

  It had been four days since he said he'd call. Four days without a word. And now this? She checked the time. It was after midnight.

  Did he think she was available twenty four/seven for him? Maybe he thought she'd answer and he could come over for some hot, after midnight sex. Like she was some kind of escort.

  Ha.

  What a jackass.

  Irritation shot through her.

  Whatever. She slipped her phone back in her pocket and decided to ignore him.

  Just like he'd ignored her for the past four days.

  She didn't know what she'd expected from him. Maybe that he'd call like he said he would?

  This was why she concentrated on her work and didn't do relationships.

  They sucked up time and energy better devoted to her career--a career that didn't disappoint her like men often had.

  THOUGH HE HADN'T PITCHED THE GAME THIS AFTERNOON, it hadn't gone well. Tucker felt bad for Garrett Scott, because he knew exactly what it was like when everything seemed to go against you. Everyone's bats had been cold today, and Garrett hadn't hit the strike zone with any of his usually stellar pitches.

  They'd lost three to one, and other than Jack Sanchez's solo home run, they'd had nothing in the way of offense. Tucker couldn't do anything but pace and hope someone got a hit to get things moving.

  It hadn't happened. They'd had guys on base in two innings, otherwise it had been dismal. And Garrett's pitching had been way off. He'd been lucky to only give up three runs. Tucker chalked that up to Garrett's icy-cold control, because even with a bad game, Garrett had managed to hold the opposing team's run production down to three.