Lauren Ruth Ward - I Touch Myself (Divinyls Cover)
All he wanted was some down-and-dirty sex—at very least in the fantasy department. Sex was a normal, healthy, essential part of being a human in this world, and yet somehow his nerves were frayed from restraining himself in asking that the nurses leave him alone to jerk off some of the crazy need since waking from that dream.
The one where Dr Dick and his beautiful nurse Cindy locked eyes in an operating room and ended up ripping one another's clothes off for some jaw-to-the-floor epic hospital sex. The idea of his Cindy in one of those little uniforms was next level sexy that could make anyone thirsty.
All those buttons… thinking about it bordered on sadomasochistic…
Where was she right now? Was she missing his touch as much as he craved her?
This was why he was tolerating visitors- anything to stop him staring at the ceiling picturing Cindy MacKenzies spectacular breasts. Giving himself a mental pep talk about delayed gratification, he tried to resist the urge to rip stitches by taming his erection.
blue balls should be considered a medical emergency all on their own.
He had plenty of hot and steamy scenes to choose from, that were at once a mixture of vulnerability, tenderness and borderline pornographic in a way that was more primal than anything else he'd ever experienced.
"My Glam-mas physical therapist recommended a deep seaweed wrap to help ease the incision from her rhinoplasty-so maybe your doctor could organise something like that to reduce the scarring," Gia suggested smiling shyly under the weight of the familiar sadness that dimmed her aura now despite the sparkly purple outfit she wore.
Dick knew his complicated history with the dark haired beauty should have impacted this peculiar friendship but they couldn't argue with ghosts. Any romantic intentions he'd garnered before had been respectfully stored away and they were thrusting forwards with something they both needed.
Especially since they were the ones left to deal with the consequences of graduation.
Cassidy had murdered her father.
Woody Goodman had been a prominent business owner and Mayor of Neptune. His family friendly veneer and little league coaching had hidden a monster though. He had molested numerous children, including Tommy Dohanic, Peter Ferrer, Marcos Oliveres...and his little brother.
The blame game didn't help anyone, those responsible had already exited stage left.
She gave him a watery smile and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. The last few months had been incredibly hard for her, losing her dad-despite what he had done had been devastating and then the Goodman families financial troubles when more victims came forward.
It didn't seem fair that his wife and kids were convicted by the public with the full rap sheet for her father's crimes.
The true human casualties.
Costs like this were part of the reason he had trouble with the Mars crime fighting hobbies. Unlike him, Gia had actually been innocent in all of this.
Dick had been able to distance himself from the Casablancas Ponzi scheme and the wrongful death law suits towards the Phoenix Land Trust, he'd perfected a lifetime of telling people to fuck off and not caring about the fallout but Gia was still having trouble adjusting.
"Anyways, I told my mom we could tear down the wall to their old bedroom and increase my closet space. I am taking the whole gap year, we might as well go big on the renovations." Gia continued brightly. "But then I heard about that girl… and I got thinking-why worry with the renovations? I do not own enough shoes. I should build up my collection first! So I've booked a few days shopping in New York, and a week in Milan. I mean, my therapist says it's misdirected stress like a bored dog humping the throw pillows but retail therapy is still therapy, right?"
"Depends- can you still hump the throw pillows?" he smirked, and it definitely sounded much healthier than the plastic surgery plan to remove the 'Goodman' cheekbones that reminded her of her dad.
"Oh stop!" she giggled.
"Don't forget size matters," he joked waggling his eyebrows at her.
A timid knock interrupted the moment and they turned their attentions to the door. Dick knew Logan was going to visit tomorrow after Weevils funeral and the Caitlin revelation. He was pleasantly surprised to see Mac standing in the doorway taking in the scene. His pulse quickening, she wasn't wearing a nurses uniform but the pink t-shirt and faded blue jeans hugging her curves.
Was it possible that knowing she was pregnant with his kid made her even hotter?
"Hey!" Gia exclaimed pounced to her feet and assaulting Mac with a fierce hug.
"Uh…hi…" Mac replied, awkwardly returning the surprise gesture.
"How are you?" Gia asked happily. "You are glowing! I heard pregnancy was supposed to make you exhausted but you don't look tired at all. Gah! This is so exciting! A baby! Aren't you excited? I am so excited! The Facemesh apps of your future kids are adorable! So if you start doubting things, you just give me a call and I'll send them to you."
"Wow!"
"Oh listen to me! Rambling like a chatty Cathy! My therapist says I do that a lot- left over trauma from facing my near death experience, twice!" Gia continued in a lyrical cadence. "That is why I do my bi-weekly virtual dolphin therapy, it's the perfect compromise because the thought of getting my hair wet in a tank of giant fish makes me so sick- like when I had that Cubano and went on the roller coaster at Magic Mountain!"
Mac's eyes widened and Gia giggled shooting a look over at Dick. "Oh for Pete's sake! Come in and sit down!" she encouraged grabbing her and guiding Mac to the chair nearest the bed.
"Hey-" Dick said in a husky voice.
"Oh Look at you two! So beautiful… Awww and you brought dinner?" Gia asked hinting at the small bag Mac held on her lap. "Hey I know! Since you can't enjoy the sunset I'll head out and live stream it for you!" Gia beamed grabbing her phone and changing the channel on the smart tv. "You can follow the whole thing on my Insta-page. Toodles!"
"You brought me dinner?" Dick asked a smile curving his lips after Gia left.
"Umm no," Mac replied nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
What was in the bag? Lingerie? Dear God not lingerie….
"You have a private hospital suite and a gourmet chef. I brought you something much more important…" Mac told him reaching into the bag and pulling out a packet of Nutter butters, Oreos and Ding Dongs.
"A sweet hamper?" he grinned. She shivered when his fingertips grazed her hand on the table over his bed. "The only snack I want a taste of right now is you."
Everything inside her went on full alert as he pushed the table aside and tugged her forwards. "I-I got your package.."
"God I wish I was giving you my package right now…" he breathed against her lips, his fingers winding into her dark hair. Stupid gunshot wounds…
"I got you Cup Cakes.." she swallowed, the rumble of his voice was making her knees weak.
"I've missed your Cup Cakes…" he said in a low voice chasing her lips.
"Enough with the innuendos, I'm trying to say thank you." Mac laughed breathlessly. She knew that hungry look, it was the one that usually preceded her being stripped bare… her stomach flip-flopped.
Oh god… One hand brushed over her breast before settling on her waist.
"Logan told me they kept your laptop…" Dick said cupping her cheek.
"And the phone?" she asked.
"Matched the computer… and the iPad… they all had that little apple you like on them…you're sexy little vegan quirks..." he said skimming his other hand down her side. Images filled his head, her naked skin, her nipples hard against the palm of his hands as he cupped her pert breasts, the look in her eyes when his body first filled hers.
"You didn't have to." Mac gasped when his hand gripped her ass and squeezed. Shuddering, she missed the feel of his hard muscled body, a wild tingling building at her core.
Water… water… so thirsty…
"Cindy," he pleaded against her lips. "God I need you to touch me..."
