Page 3 of Double Trouble
I sighed as I unlocked my car door. I knew that Penelope only had my best interests at heart, but I just wasn’t ready to date again. The thought of it made me supremely uncomfortable. I took some solace in the fact that I would be so busy with extra shifts that I’d picked up that it would be two weeks before I’d even have time to go on a date. Hopefully by then Penelope would have forgotten all about it.
Another message from her pinged on my phone reminding me that there was little to no chance of that happening.
2
Owen
She came to me in the night, dressed in a tongue-pink shade that set off the bruise-blue hunger in her eyes, hunkered over my bed like this was the most natural thing in the world.
“My friend’s call me Cin,” she said.
“Come here, Cin,” I said.
On all fours, like a cat, she crawled. Our faces connected. Lip tore at lip, hunger battled hunger. My hands claimed her, hers did them one better – putting my fingers where she wanted them. Her velvety channel was wet, willing, my eager pumping matched by her grasping, groaning – leaving me no doubt as to what she wanted connected next.
She parted her legs further for me then reached to grab a hold of my straining cock and then…
“SERIOUSLY OWEN?”
Jake’s voice interrupted my thoughts as my bedroom door flung open and I froze. My throbbing dick fell to the bed, all arousal gone as quickly as it had come.
I leveled a glare at him as I pulled the covers over me. “Seriously dude? You couldn’t knock?”
“Sounded like you were dying in here.” Jake leaned on the doorframe, gaze still firmly fixed on my poster of an abstract light photograph on the wall.
“You waiting for something or came in to watch?” I said, still glaring. When no response came, I growled, “You’ll be the one dying if you don’t close that door.”
“Jeez.” Jake threw up both arms as he retreated behind the now half-open door, although he didn’t leave. “Crabby much? Clearly it’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid.”
“As a matter of fact, I was at Kimberly’s last night,” I said defensively. “It’s not that, it’s…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” Jake asked quietly. He paused, as if waiting for me to say something, and, when I stayed silent, finally said, “It’s been almost two weeks, and you’re still thinking about that ER nurse too, aren’t you?”
“’Too’?” I asked.
Jake knocked one palm into the other one, scowling. “It’s been two weeks, not two years.”
His scowl found its way to me as he continued, “Still, pretty lame considering we’ll never see her again. There’s literally no way.”
I examined him, realizing just what he was saying. “You didn’t.”
“What?” Jake started pace-stomping behind the door. “Just thought the nurses might think it was cute. You know, the whole ‘I had a connection with my nurse, and, I know, this is totally against protocol, but if there was any way, any way at all that you could maybe sort of hint her name and number…”
“Dude.”
Striding in now, Jake threw himself into my studded armchair. “I know, I know.” He glared at his tensed hands for another few seconds before leaping up. “We need to go out.”
“We?”
Jake lowered his chin to give me an incredulous look. “C’mon man, we clearly both need some fresh air, some fresh girls.” He swept his hand toward the bed. “Unless you’d rather moon over Nurse Impossible for the rest of our lives.”
My jaw tightened. Jake was right, but still. “Just give me a minute, alright?”
Jake paused in the doorway. He’d never been known for his patience, although he usually managed to find some during his fights. “You really going to make me wait outside your door while you finish jerking off?”
I shrugged. “I would actually prefer if you didn’t wait outside my door, thanks.”
Jake lingered for another few seconds. “Screw it, suit yourself.”
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Jake chose Pickle Barrel since it was the kind of night that warranted our favorite. I wasn’t really in the mood, but I wasn’t in the mood for much lately, even work, although I hadn’t told Jake the full extent of it.
As soon as we sat down, though, the night got a whole lot more interesting.
Under the table, Jake jabbed my shins with his square-tipped shoe. “You see her?”
I kicked him skin back. “Yeah.”
I’d seen her as soon as we’d sat down. Cin, the ER nurse. Brown hair with wavy blonde highlights, a knockout evergreen dress that made noticing anything else near impossible.
Twisting around to catch her eye, Jake waved. She waved back, with a brief flash of a smile before looking away. As Jake rose, I grabbed him. “Think you’re forgetting something.”
As Jake eyed me uncomprehendingly, I leaned in to hiss, “Her date.”
