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  Thicker than Blood – Book One

  by Olivia Leighton

  Copyright Olivia Leighton 2013

  Published at Smashwords

  I punched the elevator's ground level button and leaned up against the thinly covered metal wall. My hand gently massaged my temples – it had been a long night. I was an RN and worked the weekend night-shift in the telemetry unit of Ashland Medical Center in beautiful Ashland Oregon. It had not been a terrible night, but it was thinking about the next two nights that wore me out. The first night was always the worst.

  As the doors slowly closed, a hand shot through the crack, halting their progress. The doors opened back up and in stepped my friend, Matt Holcomb. He was an agency nurse that worked in ICU.

  “Hey.” My lips involuntarily curled up at their corners. Seeing him was like putting on a pair of old, comfy socks.

  “Glad I caught ya,” he said with a smile as he towered over me. It had taken me a while to get used to his stature. I wasn't short by any means, at a respectable five-eight. Matt was just that much more imposing. Standing at six-foot-six, he was what I pictured a Swedish Viking to be: blond, muscular and good-looking.

  I met Matt a couple years ago, when he started working agency shifts on my unit to make up for the hospital being short-staffed. We hit it off right away, but we never became anything more than friends and bed-buddies. Being a larger girl, at a size sixteen, I was more than happy for the friendship and sex. I'd always been a bit reserved and self-conscious about my size, but over the years, Matt helped me overcome that. I owed him a lot for making me realize how beautiful and sexy I was as a thick, curvy woman.

  “Thank God that's over,” Matt said as he yawned. “Unless they ask me to come in tonight.”

  “Wow, you'll be rolling in it this week if they do. Haven't you already worked like five shifts already?”

  He nodded. “Just more money in savings for CRNA school. I'd rather not take out a jumbo student loan for that.”

  “Yeah, that would be a huge loan, seeing they don't allow you to work while in school.” I'd give him one thing, he was a determined and motivated person. I didn't know too many twenty-five year olds that had so much drive. I had full confidence that he would become a CRNA soon... and he'd be set for life.

  “OH!” I said, turning to face him completely. “What's this I hear about Amber putting the moves on you?” I grinned at the big man.

  Matt rolled his eyes. “She's been following me around like a little puppy... well, more like a horny puppy.”

  “What, you're not into that? She has some giant boobies...,” I teased.

  Dismissing my statement with a wave of his hand, he said, “Yeah, giant, fake boobies. Besides, she's too skinny anyway. You know I prefer women with more curves... something more to hang on to.”

  I laughed. “I'm sure I have NO idea what you mean.”

  “Whatever.” He laughed. “So, speaking of which, how are you holding up?” Matt asked, resting up against the back wall, arms crossed over his broad chest.

  I looked at him and I suppressed a laugh. He was grinning mischievously. He didn't have to say anything more for me to know what he was really asking. “I'm not tired if you're not.”

  Matt's big hand gently gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “You always know what I'm thinking,” he said and chuckled.

  I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “Pft. That's all you're ever thinking.”

  “Right.” He laughed louder. “And you don't?”

  “Well...” I shrugged. Truth be known, sex was on my mind quite often—that's just how I was wired. So sue me.

  “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

  The elevator finally made it to the ground level. I swear, no other elevator could possibly be any slower than that one. You'd think that a hospital elevator had no need to be fast.

  Matt let me exit before him. We walked out into the parking lot to discover it would be another beautiful summer day. The sky was cloudless with the exception of the low fog hugging the mountains in the distance and the air smelled light and sweet. Would've be a good day for a hike.

  “See ya in a bit,” he said as he started towards his truck.

  “See ya,” I called.

  As I unlocked my car, I admired the splendor of nature around me. Ashland was a quiet little town nestled against the beautiful Siskiyou mountain. With the exception of the annual Shakespeare festival, the only tourists we saw were the ones driving passed on I-5.

  I pulled into the driveway of my cute little cottage. I purchased it about 3 years ago on a whim – couldn't pass up the charm of a craftsman bungalow – and have been pleased at my impulse purchase. It was nice to come home to your own house, never having to hear apartment neighbors with their loud music or their kids thumping about.

  I was able to freshen up a bit, stripping down to near nothing in the process, before Matt arrived. I greeted him at the door.

  Seeing what I was wearing, or not wearing, he smiled. “Are ya ready for me?”

  “Like always, big guy,” I said as I turned towards the bedroom.

  He closed the door and followed me, smacking me on the ass.

  “So, I want to skip all the middle stuff and get right to it,” I said, knowing that I would need sleep for the shift ahead. “Is that okay with you?”

  He laughed. “That's too bad... I could have taken my time since I don't have to work tonight.” I already knew he wasn't working... he had said that just to rub it in.

  “Yeah, well screw you and your night off,” I laughed.

  We reached the bedroom and I turned to face him. “You are wearing entirely too many clothes, sir.”

  He smiled, lifting his muscular arms into the air.

  Taking the hint, I grabbed the bottom of his scrub top and attempted to pull it over his head. His arms extended further than I could reach, thanks to our difference in height, even when I stood tip-toe. I laughed, and tried to jump up to pull the shirt from his arms.

  Matt chuckled, tossing the shirt off, and wrapping a strong arm around my waist. “Failed again, short-stack.”

  “Not my fault that you are a monster.” I scraped my teeth gently at his sculpted chest as I let my hand trace down his torso and stomach, feeling each tightly-packed bunch of smooth tissue. I could worship his amazing body all day. He was as close to what I imagined Thor to look like, complete with the swirling Norse tattoos on his biceps and chest. He was almost on par with Chris Hemsworth's version of the Norse God... except taller.

  He forcefully pushed me back to the bed, following me there. Matt's lips kissed and nibbled my neck. “Anything exciting at work?”

  “No,” I said, holding the back of his head and mussing up his hair. “Same 'ole, same 'ole. You?”

  “Nope.” He rocked back onto his heels, quickly removing my bra. He grinned. “Now that's the best thing I've seen all night.” Placing his face in the valley between my big breasts, he said, “Hello, ladies.”

  I laughed. Having sex with a friend... with no worries of attachment issues was great. It was always fun.

  Matt removed my panties, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “You sure we don't have more time?” he teased.

  A purr escaped my lips. “I'd so love that but I need sleep,” I said, tugging at his back to get him above me again. Grabbing the waist of his scrubs, I whispered behind his ear, “Now take these off, mister.”

  His mouth found mine and he kissed me hungrily. Lifting his body up while we kissed, he removed the scrubs and shorts, and brought his weight back down. I could feel the smooth skin of his cock pulsing against my thigh and I moaned into his mouth.

  Matt shifted his body between my thighs and the head
of his erection pushed between moist lips of my nether region, brushing lightly against my clit. I jumped involuntarily.

  “I love that you get so wet,” he growled softly, moving his kisses from my lips to my collar bone. “So hot and wet.” Matt took his cock in his hand and teased me with it, pushing into my entrance slightly then pulling out.

  It felt incredible, but I wanted more. “Just fuck me with that thing, Matt.”

  He laughed and surged into me, sliding deep with one fluid motion. A cry escaped my lips as he bottomed out, stretching me wide under him. “That's it. Good girl,” he breathed as he eased back – the sensation taking my breath away. “You feel so damned good.” He drove in once again. It didn't take long before the delicious friction started driving me crazy.

  “God, keep doing that.” I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet behind his back. “A little harder,” I sighed against his neck.

  Thrusting with more delicious force, Matt growled, “How's this...” I felt the taunt muscles of his back tighten under my hands as he changed his angle to lift me slightly, allowing him to go a bit deeper with his powerful thrusts.

  I had to squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh shit... yes.” God, he felt so amazing. His cock could reach places and touch me in ways that I had only dreamed about before him. I had never known an orgasm from simply intercourse. Matt changed things. There wasn't a time I didn't cum from his efforts. He was a fantastic lover. I could already feel the swell of my orgasm building in the distance, coming closer with each thrust of his hips.

  “Oh, Matt,” I hissed. He was pounding me into the bed hard now. Every stroke in was better than the last, causing me to pant each time he withdrew. My hands ran slowly up his back, scratching him as they went.

  “You're getting close...,” he strained, looking down at me. Matt propped himself up on his hands, continuing his delicious assault. “Cum for me.”

  “Keep doing that,” I said, letting my eyes wander over his incredible body. Flawless skin and tight, carved muscles covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Just the sight that God-like vision was almost enough to send me over the edge.

  I pulled down on the back of his head, bringing his face to mine. Matt's mouth met mine with a soft groan as he resumed the magnificent pace of before. What started as a slow burn in my abdomen grew into this raging wild fire of pleasure. I could feel it coming, getting close and about to zap me of all my strength. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Oh, fuck!” I came with a great shuddering spasm running all the way down to my toes.

  Matt slowed, enjoying the flutters and gripping of his shaft as I came down from my peak. “That's it...” he groaned. It was just a few moments before he started thrusting harder and faster than before.

  I happened to glance at the clock as Matt was nearing his orgasm. Just thirty minutes had passed since I pulled into the driveway. Good. This was good.

  My attention went back to the big, blond man above me who had beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Deep in concentration, he opened his blue eyes and stared at me, pounding me with each quick breath he took. I bit my lip mischievously and squeezed my kegel muscles tightly around him.

  “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.