Dirty as Hell (Studs in Scrubs Book 2)
Table of Contents
Front Matter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Back Matter
Bonus – Cowboys Forgive (Chapter One)
RHONDA LEE CARVER
Dirty as Hell
Book 2, Studs in Scrubs
2017 Rhonda Lee Carver
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A special thank you to Kay Edison, Elaine Swinney, Dianne Kenes, Sara Keenan
To second chances…
Table of Contents
Front Matter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Back Matter
Bonus – Cowboys Forgive (Chapter One)
1
Bridge Cove stepped off the elevator in his downtown Chicago condo, ready to peel off his scrubs, take a cold shower and hit the bed. He’d probably be asleep before his head touched the pillow. After a twenty-four-hour shift, three babies, and a C-section, he was exhausted.
Swiping the keycard, the lock clicked and he shoved his way through the door, closing it with his foot. Dropping his backpack on the foyer floor, he started for the spiral staircase when a familiar scent teased his nostrils. He wasn’t alone. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up.
At the threshold of the great room, he waited, allowing his eyes to adjust in the moonlight streaming through the large window. A slender silhouette was the only thing out of place. One step brought him to the sofa table and he turned on the lamp, the golden glow illuminated the room and pale, satin skin. He took in the sight before him and swallowed against the constriction in his throat. “Did you forget that you don’t live here any longer?”
Jenn stepped closer, giving him a better view of her beautiful, shapely body that was adorned with a red ‘lick-my-tits’ bra and matching panties. Her long, white blonde hair cascaded in soft coils down one shoulder. He couldn’t count how many times he’d had the lush locks in his fists as he rode her wildly. She always liked things wild…even a little rough, and he’d been glad to oblige. But times had changed. People had changed. Yet, the way his cock shot up at the sight of her never did. His body had a mind of its own when it came to her.
“Did you forget that we had plans?” The raspy tone of her voice only tented his pants more.
“That was twelve hours and a premature baby delivery ago. I got stuck at the hospital. Have you been here all this time?” He dropped his keycard onto the coffee table and squinted. There was something else different about the place. “Where’d all my junk go?” He scanned the clean room.
“Your ‘junk’ is either put away or in the trashcan.”
“You’re not supposed to clean my place. It’s my stuff,” he practically growled the words. “And my things to do with how I want.”
“Oh, so you wanted to keep the old pizza boxes and empty water bottles?” One thin brow shot up. “Is that a new bachelor décor that I’m not aware of?”
He scrubbed his jaw, realizing he hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. Maybe he’d let it grow a while longer. After all, the reward of being separated was that he had no one to please. “You know what I’m saying.”
“I needed something to do while I waited besides eating a bag of Twizzlers and expired cereal. You really need to buy groceries. And…you could have been a sweetie and at least texted to let me know you would be late.”
“I forgot. That’s what happens when I’m a casual fling.”
One corner of her mouth plunged into a frown. “Bad day at the hospital?”
He plopped down on the sofa, immediately feeling his muscles relax, although the Italian leather couch had never been his idea of comfortable. He was going to toss it out, right along with the other shit he no longer needed.
Jenn sashayed the five feet between them, each sway of her delectable hips like a pendulum hypnotizing him. Time only made her more beautiful, and his cock weaker. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, she climbed on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips and her pussy directly above the part of him craving the stress relief that only a good fuck could achieve. She smelled so good, and looked even better—knew she tasted like heaven. It was easy to forget the hurdles and arguments between them—almost. Hard to forget when he’d become her booty call and not her husband.
“Is this really what you want?” he asked. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? So enticing? From her ice blue eyes surrounded by thick, ebony lashes that never needed mascara, to her cute nose with the lifted tip and her plump lips that were the same color of pink as her nipples. The bottom was slightly bigger than the top so she always had a sensual pout. He knew just how easy those lips could take him to ecstasy and back with a little bit of attention.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t believe me?”
“It’s dirty as hell when a woman can have divorce papers delivered to a man in the morning and fuck him that evening. All in a day’s work I suppose.”
“In my defense, we were supposed to fuck last night.”
“Yeah, some defense.”
She moistened her bottom lip. “Don’t pretend you don’t like me dirty.”
“Dirty isn’t the right word to describe you. Callous, maybe?”
Her lips thinned and she looked hurt. He saw what he wanted to see. “I told you the papers were coming.”
“And that’s supposed to make it all better?”
“We agreed this was for the best.”
“No, you packed your bags, left, and made it clear the only thing you wanted from me was to rip the sheets when the need arose.” He hated saying the raw words aloud, but it was the situation at hand. No need to sugar-coat the facts. He realized several months ago he was wrong to assume that screwing was the stepping stone to reconciliation.
“You see, sex was never the
problem between us.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw. “In fact, sex was the one thing we always got right.” She licked his ear lobe and his breath came out in a hiss.
Damn. He wanted to argue, but could he? Both established doctors, they’d spent more time working on others than working on their marriage. He blamed her for leaving, but looking back, as he’d done more than a hundred times over the last year, he’d realized that he had dropped the ball too. Once upon a time they’d planned to have a life together, complete with children and nice home, but the dreams had come to an end. At thirty-seven, he wondered if he’d ever hold a baby of his own.
“Have you signed the papers?” She pulled slightly back, meeting his gaze.
He gave a slight shrug. “Not yet. Want me to right now?”
“No. What I’d like right now is you.” She kissed him quickly on the lips.
“I don’t think I’ll be much good. I’m exhausted.”
She reached between their bodies and grasped his hard cock through the thin material of his bottoms. “Not too exhausted apparently. Unless you’re not mentally up for this. I can leave…” Starting to move, he snaked one arm around her waist, holding her steady on his lap.
“You’re my weakness. Always have been.” He slipped his hand into her hair and caressed her scalp. “I need to know. What will you do when this comes to a stop?”
The twinkling left her eyes. Did his words reach a sensitive spot inside her?
Bridge didn’t give her a chance to respond. He pulled her head down and covered her mouth with his, sliding his tongue in and out, sampling her sweet cherry lips. Her fingers were clenching his shoulders as she gyrated her crotch over his tented pants. He was so hard it hurt, eager to slam into her, but hurrying only meant he’d be holding her even less time. He’d always enjoyed holding her. Her soft body and erotic scent filled his every desire.
Too bad the only way he knew to get over her was to eradicate her completely from his system…
2
Why can’t I reach orgasm the real way?”
Jenn Cove looked across the polished cherry wood coffee table to the couple, Eloise and Martin, who were sitting with a good distance between them on the flowered sofa. Both in their forties, they had been coming to therapy for several months after they started experiencing a lack of intimacy in their twenty-year marriage. Martin’s hand was stretched across the space and laying on his wife’s knee, but Jenn sensed a disconnect…and Eloise’s tight hold on her emotions. Jenn had tried several different approaches to help them, but nothing had broken the code yet.
“Did you two do the homework I gave you at our last session?” Jenn asked.
A silence fell over them before Martin shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I—I don’t feel comfortable using…you know, aides.” For a lawyer who stood in front of a judge and jury every day, defending criminals, Jenn found his lack of openness in bed to be unusual.
Eloise, whether she realized it or not, leaned away from her husband, her thin brows scrunching together in irritation. “I bought a variety of toys, just as you suggested, to find the right fit, but he won’t even consider trying.”
Jenn scooted to the edge of her chair, placed her notebook and pen on the table, and removed her glasses. She couldn’t count how many couples she’d seen who had experienced the same lack of intimacy in their relationship. Sometimes she could coax them out of their shell, and in some cases, they refused to budge. Martin was a stubborn man. “Many women wonder why they can’t climax through intercourse, but Eloise, you need to understand this isn’t just an issue that only you suffer from, and there’s nothing wrong with you. It is mistakenly believed that the vagina is the center of a woman’s sexual pleasure, but actually, it’s the clitoris. That part of a woman’s body is full of nerve endings and can swell when caressed. Only about fifteen percent of women can orgasm through intercourse and many of them still need stimulation, even vibration, to reach climax. This is where the use of toys can offer the stimulation she needs, Martin.”
He shrugged and looked downward.
Jenn cleared her throat. “Okay, maybe we should start slower and build up. I recommend you have a candlelight dinner at a nice restaurant. Come home, Eloise, and take a bath, listen to soft sensual music, and then take things to the next step. If you’re wanting to reach orgasm with a more traditional position, I recommend you on top.” Eloise’s cheeks flushed. “In this position, you can control the penile contact with your G-spot, another area which is highly erogenous and can bring a woman to release.”
“I’m not sure he wants that.” Eloise gave Martin a side glance.
He smoothed his palm down his cheek. “She’ll never understand that my job is stressful. I’m not always, you know, ‘up’ for a good time.”
Now they were getting somewhere. They’d spent the better part of the last few months with the couple denying what the true problems were in their marriage. Finally, Martin was admitting that he was having performance issues. “Are you avoiding intimacy with Eloise because you’re having anxiety?”
“I can’t control when I have erections. There was a time I could be ready at record speed. Now, well, I don’t know if…you know…I can satisfy her.”
“I don’t think he’s interested in me any longer.” Eloise clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Her pretty green eyes focused on something on the wall behind Jenn. “I’m older and maybe less attractive to him.”
“Erectile dysfunction can be harmful for both people in a relationship if they don’t communicate the issue. Martin is feeling anxiety and therefore avoiding sexual contact, while you, Eloise, are feeling insecure in the belief that he is no longer attracted to you which adds to your difficulty having an orgasm. It’s easy to allow ED, as well as a lack of communication, to become a wedge in a relationship. First, before we move ahead, I want to refer you to see someone—”
“Another therapist?” His brows shot up.
“No. A urologist. On rare occasions, a man can suffer from a biological issue, like low testosterone, that’s causing the ED which in turn can cause anxiety. We must rule out anything medical before we take the next step in helping with the sexual issues. I’ll have Cindy set up a referral to a trusted doctor and we’ll continue to meet weekly.”
After the couple left, Jenn sat down at her desk and clicked on the screen to her computer. She quickly typed in her notes from the session, then signed off. She was determined to help fix Eloise and Martin’s marriage…as long as they were in it for the long haul. As a sexual therapist, she’d seen her fair share of marriages sink or swim after coming to see her.
Lack of communication destroyed many relationships…including mine.
Sitting back in the plush leather chair, her mind traveled to when she’d made the hardest decision of her life to leave her husband after five years of marriage. All the sex in the world couldn’t mend a relationship when two people never saw one another, had stopped communicating…and carried the weight of a deep loss.
Each time she thought of the tragedy, her chest narrowed and she couldn’t breathe.
The day had been like any other. Awakened early by Bridge caressing her inner thighs, they’d made love and then he’d gone to work while she did a few finishing touches on the nursery in anticipation of their baby coming soon. That evening, they planned to attend a gala together, but he had been running late and told her he’d meet her later.
The storm had come on so quickly…
Waking up in the hospital, she’d learned that she’d had a car accident that took the life of her unborn child. For months after, she’d been wrapped in a cloak of depression so tight that she couldn’t find her way out. She stopped seeing clients and slept in the guest bedroom of the condo, refusing to speak to Bridge. He couldn’t save her.
Looking back, she guessed it was only natural that he would have started sleeping in his office at the hospital. And be enticed by a beautiful colleague who had become h
is broad shoulder.
Six months ago, after not talking to or seeing him since she’d left, they’d run into each other at a medical conference and, just like always, they found themselves naked and making love all night—and three more nights sporadically after that. Jenn wanted to resist him, but he owned the controller to her every desire. Unfortunately, every time she thought back to that day when their world was turned upside down, she became overwhelmed in guilt and a need to deny herself happiness.
The door opened and Cindy stuck her head in. “Dr. Cove, I wanted to remind you of your appointment at three.”
Jenn had almost forgotten. “Thank you, Cindy. I’m heading out now.” Grabbing her purse and briefcase, she hurried for the door. “Do you have plans this evening?”
“Danny is taking me out for dinner.” The petite brunette beamed.
“You have a great dinner and I’ll see you in the morning.”
In the elevator, Jenn pressed the button to the third floor, grateful that her gynecologist was in the same building as her office. She hadn’t seen Dr. Lethian in a while, but if Jenn wanted a new prescription for the birth control that she’d allowed to lapse, she had no choice but to have an exam. After having her lawyer prepare divorce papers, she realized she needed to be responsible and protect herself from pregnancy. This would be a new beginning, possibly more trysts…not with her husband of course. He deserved more than a fuck on occasion and that was all she could give. She loved him too much.
The bell dinged, the door slid open and she stepped out, getting a wide-smiled greeting from the receptionist. “Have a seat, Dr. Cove. A nurse will be with you in a moment.”
Taking a seat between two pregnant women, Jenn attempted to concentrate on the screen of her phone and not the excited chatter between soon-to-be-mothers about the right choice of diapers, normal baby poo and breastfeeding. She hated that her uterus felt the void each time she got near a baby. At thirty-eight, was she running out of time.? The proverbial clock certainly seemed to tick faster these days.