Flatline (Med Rom Series) Read online

  ***

  After a shitty Monday, my wonderful friend Del thought we needed to get drinks. For once, we are not going to Bexter’s. Del wanted to be as far away as possible from the hospital hang out.

  What is happening to me? I don’t go out on a work night.

  Before, I would throw a fit about going out on a Monday night. Tonight, Del shined her big, brown, puppy dog eyes at me, and I couldn’t help but say yes. I get it, we both lost our patient today, but do we really need to get drunk because of it? I guess anything for a friend, right?

  Del wasn’t messing around. As soon as we sat down, two rounds of shots came. Then a round of drinks. And then another round. With all these drinks, I might have my first call in sick in years. What the heck? Time to have some fun, I guess.

  ***

  And we are drunk. Not just any kind of drunk but the kind that makes you do stupid things. Darn Del and being a bad influence. The two of us are having fun. We talk work, we laugh a lot, cry happy tears, you name it, we are having a blast. Del being Del brings up the talk of boys and sex. She says, “So guess what?”

  Laughing. “Do I want to know?”

  “Ugh, yeah.”

  “Then go.”

  “Greg, OMG, let me tell you.”

  My head shakes at her. “What?”

  Practically yelling at me. “He is so big. I mean ouch big.”

  My beer comes spitting out of my mouth. “Really, Del?”

  “What? It’s true.”

  “I really don’t want to know how big Greg is and if it hurts you.”

  “You’re such a prude.”

  “And your point?”

  “That is my point. How are we friends?”

  “You need someone to balance you out.”

  “Oh yeah.” Then she snorts. “I do have something else to tell you.”

  “Oh goodness, what?”

  “Leo and Greg are step-brothers. We fucked brothers.”

  The beer projectile out of my mouth again. “Del.”

  “Seriously, we fucked brothers.”

  “You’re insane.”

  Grabbing her phone, practically fumbling it around. “I’m going to text Greg now. I need to work out my frustrations. Plus, he pissed me off this morning.”

  “Okay.”

  “You should text Leo. Oh wait, you don’t have his number. I will have Greg text him for you.”

  Laughing. “Del, you are out of control but don’t text Greg about Leo.”

  “Boring.”

  “Girl, I have Leo’s number.”

  “Shut the front door.”

  Laughing again. “Yup.”

  She motions her hands for something.

  I look at her confused. “What?”

  “Gimme your phone.”

  Knowing what she was getting at, I say, “No.”

  “Come on. Let me text him for you. You need to get laid again.”

  “Maybe I was going to call him tonight.”

  “I’m calling bullshit right now.”

  Trying to build up some confidence in myself, I grab my cellphone and the paper slip with Leo’s number on it. My fingers started to shake from, I’m not sure? Too much to drink vs. nerves.

  Del was watching me closely while I type my message to Leo.

  I texted.

  Hey! It’s Paige.

  Both of us are staring at my phone waiting for his response. Del said, “Next time, I should text him.”

  Rolling my eyes at her. “Del, let me guess what you would say. ‘Wanna fuck?’”

  She laughs, “Exactly. Now, text him that. He would’ve texted back right away.”

  “It has been five minutes. Slow your roll.”

  Ding!!

  Both of us look to my phone. I pick it up and look to see that Leo replied back to me. I swipe my phone to read the text.

  Leo texted,

  Well, hello there.

  Del looks at me. “What are you going to write back?”

  I answer, “I don’t know.”

  “Oh write this, ‘Wanna play doctor, Dr.’”

  Busting a gut. “Okay. I can’t believe I’m going to text that.”

  I text Leo.

  Paige:Wanna play, doctor, Dr.

  My phone immediately dinged.

  Leo:Sure! I’ll have to do a full body scan with my probe.

  I blush.

  Paige:To assess nutritional concentration of bodily fluid, I’m going to need a specimen.

  Leo:Dietitian Paige, I need you to examine the density of my CUM to ensure it is enough to fill you up.

  Paige:I would hate to give you the malnutrition of the cock diagnosis that could affect your stamina. But then again.

  Leo: I ‘m experiencing a low. I need the taste of something sweet and wet to bring my blood sugar back up.

  Paige: I’m slightly dehydrated. I need some lukewarm fluid to drink.

  Leo: Enough of this shit, get your ass over here. NOW!

  As I set my phone down, I purse my lips in excitement and anxiousness. I bit my lip and gaze at Del. She shakes her head at me and laughs. “Go! But get an Uber.”

  Beyond stupid giddy, I reply, “You too. Have fun with Greg tonight.”

  “Just remember, I want all the juicy details tomorrow.”

  I pick up my phone and order an Uber ride.

  Paige:On my way.

  My ride picked me up, and I was off to Leo’s. I seriously can’t believe it, just like that, I texted Leo and he was like, “get your ass over here.”

  And when did I get to be so ballsy? This is a different side of myself I have never seen before. This girl, I like; full of confidence, ready to take control. Old, boring, somewhat insecure Paige was left behind, who knows where.

  ***

  I step out of the car and before walking up to Leo’s apartment, I exhale a deep breath. The doorman opens the door for me and advises me that Mr. Davis is waiting for me. I walk into the elevator cab, hit button eight, and up I go. I look at myself in the shiny, interior reflection mirror of the elevator. It is quite obvious my nerves are working in overdrive. My skin is glistening with sweat, and my hair is frazzled. My hands feel balmy. I wipe them on my skirt, hoping there isn’t a noticeable stain. Thank God my skirt is black. Yep, hot mess here. Despite my nerves twisting in knots, I know I need to shake it off. I want to show Leo that I’m the girl he met that one night at the bar, the girl he casually ran into at work, and the girl who sent him those naughty text messages. That girl, hell with it, that woman showed confidence. However, I still can’t believe I am so forthcoming to request a booty call, and of course, he was ready for me. Honestly, it was a little too easy. Our drunken mess of a first night must’ve been memorable to him and he wanted me again.

  I step out of the elevator and look down the long, narrow hall to Leo’s apartment. The last time I walked this hall, I was too busy kissing Leo to notice the contemporary look of the walls and décor. Platinum gray walls, with lustrous lights beaming across the edge of where the wall meets the ceiling - it gave a calming effect. I knock on the rustic red door, hoping it was the right door. The last time I was here, I couldn’t leave fast enough. I was anxious to get out of there before Leo woke, trying to avoid the awkward, “What the hell” moment.

  I wait and wait. What feels like several minutes have passed, the door opens, and there he is in Nike sweat pants and a Nebraska Cornhusker’s t-shirt. Basic but fucking hot. So hot I couldn’t resist him; I was ready to pounce. I jump on him, wrap my legs around him, and plant my lips on his. Leo wraps his arms around me, resting one hand on my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. The door slams behind us, as he carries me to his bedroom with his lips on mine - shoving his tongue into my mouth.

  Leo threw me down onto the bed, I drunk giggle. He stands in front of me pulling off his shirt, exposing his statuesque-like body. He is long and lean. I want to touch him. So, I do. My hand brushes against the rigidness of his six pack abs. I giggle some more. He squints his eyes at me.


  I sit up and attempt to pull my sleeveless dress shirt over my head. Oh shit! My head got stuck. My laugh muffles against the fabric.

  Leo tries to help me with my shirt. “You’re hammered?”

  Still caught up in my silly shirt that was being difficult to remove, I pop my head up from under my shirt, almost falling off the bed. “No!”

  With a look of slight frustration across his face, he asks, “Are you coherent enough to be able to get off being this drunk?”

  I set my hands on the soft, plush comforter, hoping the blurred vision would pass soon, with what I could imagine a sloshy smile gleaming at Leo. “It just means you have to work harder.”

  With a big grin on his face, rubbing his chin, raising his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?”

  My eye brows perk up. “Hell yeah, it is.”

  He beams a devilish smile at me. “Oh, you’re in for it.”

  He grabs me and lays me down on the bed. Slowly, he pulls my pencil skirt off, exposing my lace underwear. “Wow, not the type of underwear I was expecting on a Monday night. I like it.”

  His mouth travels down to my panties, biting them and pulling them down to my feet. He drops his sweats and boxers off all in one shot, exposing his massive cock, which was raised for the occasion. I muffle, “Holy guacamole, senor.”

  His expression was dazed. “Well, that’s a first.”

  He shakes his head at me and proceeds to the nightstand, opens the dresser drawer and pulls a condom out. He slips that bad boy on. I giggle again.

  “Okay, Paige. You really need to stop giggling right now.”

  “Why?”

  He tilts his head to the right. “Don’t question me. Take off your bra. I need to see your tits.”

  Still laughing, I roll my eyes, unhooking my black, lace flowered bra. “Okay, Mr. Bossy pants.”

  He chuckles, “Paige, can you shut your mouth and lay on your stomach.”

  I turn to my stomach and did as I was told. Poor guy is trying to be serious with me and all I can do is act like a total goof ball. Oh well!

  Sensing Leo behind me, I tense up. He lifts my rear up to him, his shaft shoving into me, causing my insides to fully caress around his girth. I moan. Back and forth, he went at a steady pace. His hands on my hips, moving him in and out of me. His pace starts to pick up, slamming into me harder and harder. Pressure was building up with his cock massaging my insides, causing me to perk up in excitement, wanting him to push me to my limits. My body was becoming numb with each push of his cock, going deeper in me.

  Before I was close to releasing, he stops, and flips me over to my back. Leo grabs my legs, rest them on his shoulders, slides back into me, and continues to pound harder than before. My eyes close, feeling them rolling back, moaning uncontrollably, the louder I moan, the harder he hits me. In and out, in and out. Tension brewing within me, from the depths of my stomach to my sex, I couldn’t hold back much longer. As my orgasm takes over, causing my body to convulse, I moan, “Oh my God Leo, keep going, don’t stop.”

  Mid orgasm, he pulls out, ripping the condom off of him, shooting his load on my stomach. Unable to completely enjoy my orgasm, I look down at the mess of white, gooey stuff sliding into my belly button. I was disgusted. “What the hell, Leo?”

  “That is what you get for denying me when I wanted you.”

  “Ugh. Are you fucking kidding me? Not cool. Damn Leo, can you get me a towel or something?”

  “Nope, round two is about to happen.”

  “I don’t think so.” I push his body off of mine, flip my legs over the side of his bed, sat up and look for something to wipe his jizz off of me. I saw one of his University Hospital shirts on the floor, grab it and wipe myself clean, well not completely clean. My stomach was still sticky. Eww!

  In ways, he mocks me. “Really, you had to get my shirt?”

  “Yes! Do you really think I want your cum and sweat all over my body while you do me again? Really?”

  He grins, “Oh Paige, you make me laugh. Now, it is back to business. Is that okay with you?”

  “What, you are asking instead of demanding?”

  Leo shakes his head at me again. He whips out another condom, glides it over his long, fully erect cock. Next thing I know, he slams into me, sending a tingling sensation that radiates throughout my entire body. He grabs my arms and puts them above my head, while he shoves his cock deep into me. Oh my goodness, the depth of his manhood inside me was unbelievable. It is like he is the perfect drug to cure my disease.

  He whispers into my ear, “I want you to come again and again. You will rest for a minute after this, and then I’m going to take you bent over the bed. There will be no rest tonight. This is my way of sobering you up.”

  His lips press harder on mine, then shoving his tongue into my mouth. He was so demanding of me and for right now, I was okay with it. He slams harder and harder into me, forcing me into the bed, still holding my arms back. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him, so I could grab his firm ass.

  Leo finally lets go of my hands and pulls himself out of me, propping himself up on his knees. His eyes pierce into mine. He spread my legs wide open, allowing him to sit between my legs. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. He demands, “Wrap your legs around me now.”

  I did as I was told.

  “Start grinding me. Don’t even think about saying a word. The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name.”

  My hips rock back and forth, him inside me again - allowing me to ride him. Up and down, up and down, my body tenses, it was happening again. My body starts to quiver in excitement for another mind-altering experience.

  He moans, “That’s it, Paige. Come on me, baby. Scream my name.”

  Bouncing up and down, up and down, shivers run down my sweaty spine, causing my skin to prickle up - I unleash all over him, screaming out his name over and over again. My arms wrap around his shoulders, not wanting to let go.

  He tenses up, then moans, “Fuck, Paige.”

  Leo rests his head on my shoulder –hearing each one of his breaths, weighing heavy. He is spent. However, once he is relaxed, he’ll be ready to go again. When I showed up tonight, I knew I was in for it. And I am loving every minute of it.

  Chapter 7

  Morning came and I am lying naked in Leo’s bed. Curling up in his ultra-soft sheets, feeling around for him. I felt nothing. My eyes open to find he is not lying next to me. I sit up wondering where he is. I look to the left of me and see a Post-It note on his pillow. I grab it and read the small note.

  Be back in 45.

  Went for my morning run.

  Coffee should be made

  DON’T LEAVE

  Taking a deep breath in, I scoot out of his king-sized bed, hurting a little – okay, a lot from all the damage he done to me the night before. I see his Nike sweat pants and Husker shirt on the floor. I grab them and put them on. Clearly, I need to stay here and I really don’t feel like putting my work clothes back on.

  Oh shit. I need to call work.

  I shift my head toward the alarm clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning. Picking my purse up off the floor, I reach in for my cell to call into work. This will be my first call-in in over a year. I am about due.

  I brought up my work email and emailed my boss, letting her know that I will not be in today and that I will notify my coverage I will be absent. I text my colleague that I will be out for the day. She quickly texts me back saying, “Okay.”

  I walk into the ridiculously oversized kitchen and straight to the Keurig coffee pot. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I hear the door open. I turn to see a sweaty Leo coming through. He looks at me and smiles with desire in his eyes.

  Before I know what is about to happen, he grabs me, forcing his lips to mine.

  Okay, I guess running loosens you up for another round of sex.

  He takes my coffee cup, sets it on the kitchen island and then goes back to kissing me. The reserved girl in me is allowing him t
o control the situation. His lips move from my lips to my neck, giving me the tingles up and down my back - goosebumps pricking up on my skin. This man turns me on like no other has before. His lips trail up to my ear. He whispers, “Seeing you in my clothes makes me want to take you over the kitchen island.”

  I smirk, “Then do it.”

  Well, it didn’t take long for him. He turns me around, pulls the sweat pants off of me, and then on to the Husker shirt. He pushes me flat on the kitchen counter. I hear him open up a foil. Taking a deep breath in, he plows into me, causing my stomach to hit the counter edge. My breasts smoosh up against the cold granite counter top. My hands holding onto the edges for dear life while he pounds the hell out of me. Leo had one hand on my waist, while the other grabs a hold of my long hair, twisting it and tugging at it.

  Oh my fucking God, what he is doing to me.

  The harder and faster he drives into me the more my body goes into a frenzy. Him moaning my name causes a whirlwind of enthusiasm in my southern region. I am close, very close.

  He continues to shove himself harder in me, slowing down a tiny bit. Then back to fast pace. He moans, “Fuck Paige, you better be close. I’m about to lose it in you. Fuck, you feel so tight.”

  “I am close. Go slow and hard.”

  “You better come then because that is all it is going to take.”

  Slowing his pace down, ramming into me harder, causing the buildup to hit its boiling point. My pressure stimulating all within me. I close my eyes, gripping the hell out of the counter edges, I let loose, screaming his name. With my screams, he grunts my name over and over – causing my orgasm to linger. His body relaxes on top of my back. His lips gently kiss my neck. He whispers, “Damn, Paige. I like surprises like that.”

  Speechless, trying to soak up the pure enjoyment that released from my body, I felt exhausted and amazing, all at once. Honestly, I don’t know why I was so resistant to meeting up with Leo again. Sex with him is beyond mind-blowing.

  Leo peels himself off of me. He picks up the clothes I was wearing and throws them at me. He proceeds to walk his naked ass back to his bedroom. Then the shower turns on.

  For real, just like that. Fuck me and move onto the shower. Okay, this is awkward.