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  On most nights, I chose to eat at the tavern, but tonight all I wanted to do was hole up in my hotel room. Sitting back, putting my feet up, and drinking good beer sounded like a perfect way to reset. I needed to shrug off the day and clear my head for a few hours before I went to sleep.

  Pulling open the door, I stepped inside. Sawyer’s Ferry, without more than a single stoplight and a newspaper circulation of less than two hundred, was still a metropolis compared to this place, but the store was surprisingly well stocked. I wasn’t sure what I was craving—scratch that—I knew exactly what I wanted, but Jackson Daley was off the menu.

  The place was almost completely vacant besides the bored-looking cashier and a couple making out in front of the beef jerky. What the hell was it lately with the over-the-top PDAs. It was like the universe was mocking my lack of sex life.

  Ignoring them, I crossed the store until I was at the beer cooler, my eyes raking over the labels of what was left.

  It wasn’t much.

  “Find what you’re looking for?”

  The familiar voice crept up my spine. I knew it was him before I turned around.

  “Nope. Was hoping for something a little better than Bud Light.”

  Jackson looked at me, a long moment passing before he said anything. I could feel the tension in the air, the something that crackled between us, like the spark of attraction I’d felt back in the office but on steroids.

  Only now, I got the feeling it wasn’t just me. Maybe it was the flickering of the fluorescent lights overhead that made him snap into such harsh focus, but in that moment, I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I shouldn’t want him, why I shouldn’t let myself have fun, let loose a bit, and forget about regular life for a little while. And the way he looked at me, it made me wonder if he was interested in the same thing I was.

  “You know…” He took a step closer and leaned in, as though he was about to tell me something he didn’t want anyone else to hear. I could smell his cologne and see the darker ring of green around the lighter centers of his eyes. My heart rate kicked up a notch as he tossed me a wicked smile. “I got beer at my place.”

  My breath hitched, and for a sliver of a moment, I scrambled to think. Out of reflex, I licked my lips, and his gaze followed the movement with marked awareness.

  It was the easiest decision I’d ever made.

  “Lead the way.”

  Jackson

  This was going to be so much goddamn fun.

  I checked my rearview mirror as I turned onto my street, my heart hammering with anticipation. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone as badly as I wanted Dr. Logan Baker. The moment he’d walked into the exam room, the second his eyes had raked over my body, his nostrils flaring just slightly, I knew I’d have him pinned under me by the end of the day.

  And I couldn’t fucking wait.

  His black truck was only a couple of car lengths back, his headlights shining through the twilight. I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine. Pressing the heel of my hand against my groin, I attempted to subdue the erection that was already straining against my jeans. But willing my body into submission wasn’t easy, knowing what would happen only a few minutes from now.

  The gravel on the driveway crunched as Dr. Baker pulled in behind me, and I waited a beat before I got out and walked up to my door.

  If I’d known there was a guy like him at the clinic, I would have gotten checked out a hell of a lot sooner. And without a sliver of doubt, I knew he had been as affected as I had. It had been really fucking hard to concentrate on what he was saying when the expression on his face was pure sex.

  I’d almost slipped and propositioned him right there in the office, but I’d kept my mouth shut out of some fucked-up sense of propriety or something. By the time I’d walked out of there, my body had been strung out so tightly with arousal, I’d had a hard time walking in a straight line. As soon as the door had closed behind me, I’d mentally kicked myself for not bending him over the exam table when I’d had the chance.

  Running into him at the store, though, that had been a stroke of pure luck, and I wasn’t about to squander it.

  We didn’t speak as I started toward the house, Baker a few steps behind me as I stepped inside and dumped my weathered boots next to the door.

  “Come on in,” I said, hearing the latch click shut as I shucked my hoodie and tossed it over the back of a chair in the living room. I turned to find him right behind me. Awareness unfurled in my belly.

  “Well… Dr. Baker, now that you’re here… you want that drink?” My voice was low, and I could have sworn I saw him shiver.

  He lifted his gaze, his hooded eyes almost hidden by the dark fan of lashes. The corners of his mouth curled up in a tempting grin.

  “No.”

  There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in his response, and the single word kicked my heart into overdrive. It pounded against my rib cage, thumping harder as he stepped even closer. The guarded attraction I’d seen back in his office blazed now, right fucking there, and was completely unmistakable.

  “Considering what’s about to happen, you should probably call me Logan,” he said, one eyebrow cocked.

  God, I loved this part, the moments right before we fell headlong into sex so good it would leave us turned out and used up, but my patience had run out. Somewhere between the store and my driveway, I’d exhausted my ability to wait.

  Logan was here, and for the next few hours, he was all mine.

  His breath huffed across my lips, already straining and ragged. The warm brown of his eyes had been swallowed almost completely by the black of his pupils. Stalking closer, I put my hands on him. He leaned into me the second I made contact. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt—it was still crisp, like it had just been ironed, and the idea of it being tossed, wrinkled, and crumpled onto my bedroom floor made my cock ache and my balls start to tighten.

  “What’s about to happen, Dr. Baker?” Backing him up, I pressed him against the wall, and slid my thigh between his legs, anchoring him there. “What do you want me to do?”

  I only gave him half a second to answer, the “fuck me” coming out as a rasping whisper before I threaded my fingers through his hair, tightening them and pulling back, crashing my mouth down over his.

  He moaned, and I tugged harder, his body arching into me as I swept my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like mint, like he’d brushed his teeth in the car on the way over. I kissed him deeper, chasing the flavor behind the taste of toothpaste.

  I was so fucking turned on, my cock constricted by my pants almost hard enough to tear them. I molded Logan against me, thrusting into him as I held him against the wall. It was an awkward position—but the way he moaned into my mouth, his body responding to mine, the way his hips shifted made my heart race, my body fighting to keep me upright.

  I tugged his hair harder, and his grip on me tightened, his hips rocking against mine in the small space I allowed him. Blood pounded through my veins, and my dick felt like it was going to explode.

  Fuck, it had been too long since I’d done this last, and I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had set my body on fire the way Logan did. I couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get my hands on enough skin.

  I needed a better angle.

  Pulling back, I yanked him with me, steering him backward toward my bedroom. I managed to maneuver him into the room, my tongue down his throat the whole way. He was still dressed, but he wouldn’t be for long.

  With quick movements, I unbuttoned the front of his shirt, my hands skimming across his chest as I pushed it over his shoulders. I left the buttons on the cuffs done up, the fabric hanging from his wrists as I kissed him hard, and I reached up to roll my thumbs across his nipples, catching the edge of my nail on them and making him gasp against my mouth.

  I couldn’t help the slow grin that spread across my face as I did it again, pulling a low moan from him this time. With
a quick flick of my fingers, I had his pants undone and pooling around his ankles as he struggled to get his shirt the rest of the way off.

  In one swift move that might have defied at least two laws of physics, I had him out of his pants and sitting on the bed, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this since the second you walked into that exam room.” I couldn’t keep the eagerness out of my voice.

  “Do what?”

  Logan had barely gotten the question out before I was kneeling on the floor, swallowing his cock down to the root. His hips lifted off the bed as the blunt head slid along the back of my throat, and he gasped, the word “fuck” coming out breathy and garbled.

  I sucked as I pulled off, slicking the length of him with a swirl of my tongue before diving back down. The room filled with the sloppy sound of my mouth on his dick and the needy moans that fell from his mouth as I pushed him further into a haze of pleasure.

  All I wanted was to see him come apart, to know that I was the reason he was losing his mind. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d wanted someone so immediately and with so much determination, and now here he was, naked and spread out in front of me.

  I couldn’t have asked for a better end to our short story.

  Pulling off, I grinned as Logan whimpered. “Enough for now. No coming yet.”

  “I think you’re underestimating my stamina.”

  As I stood, I laughed, more at the tightness in his voice that gave away how turned on he really was more than anything else. “The only thing I underestimated was my patience.”

  I stood, Logan’s hands going to the button of my jeans as I reached behind my head to grab my T-shirt and pull it off. His fist found my cock, and he wrapped his fingers tight around me, jacking me roughly. I locked eyes with him as he looked up at me, already looking defiled, and we’d barely gotten started.

  “Goddamn, that’s perfect.” I let my head fall back, the sensations washing over me. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of my abdomen. I rocked my hips, needing more.

  “You’re perfect.” He spoke against my skin, his breath scalding as he dropped kisses lower and lower. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so perfect.”

  “Your vision is clouded by sex hormones.”

  “That’s not a thing. Trust me, I’m a doctor.” He licked along my happy trail. “You should be taken to a laboratory and have your perfection studied.”

  Pulling away from him just long enough to retrieve what I needed from the drawer, I tossed the bottle of lube to him as I tore open the condom wrapper. This wasn’t going to be gentle. I rolled the latex down to the base of my cock, and when I looked up, Logan was staring at me, his expression open and so fucking eager.

  He was goddamn beautiful lying there, the slope of his shoulders and the way his waist tapered enough to draw my attention downward.

  Watching his fingers disappear inside as he lubed and stretched himself was one of the most gorgeous sights I’d seen. I stood for a few seconds, letting the image of Logan fucking himself imprint on my mind before I climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. He withdrew his hand and slicked my cock, his grip tighter now than it had been a few minutes before.

  He was as desperate for this as I was. I could read it on his face, hear it in the way his breath caught as I braced myself over him. I was going to explode, and I hadn’t gotten inside him yet. Hitching one leg up over my elbow, I opened him to me, his hole exposed and so fucking pretty.

  I slid my finger from the top of his crack toward his entrance, circling the ring with gentle touches before slipping one inside. He was already ready, his hole stretched enough that I could fuck him as hard as I wanted without him breaking, but I needed to feel, to see if he was as tight as he looked.

  Logan squeezed his muscles around me, tensing down on me.

  “Second thoughts?” he asked, the challenge clear in his voice.

  “Not even a little.” I withdrew my finger, replacing it with my cock, and without hesitation, pushed inside. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  “That’s because you’re fucking huge,” Logan gasped. “Jesus Christ.”

  I was already struggling to hold back, underestimating how good it would feel to be inside him, but I held still. “Too much?”

  He shook his head, biting down on his lip in a way that made it even harder to keep from moving. “Just gimme a minute.”

  My whole body was screaming for me to fuck him through the mattress, but I harnessed every ounce of control I had and kissed him instead, concentrating everything on the feeling of my tongue slipping against his, on the way his body fit with mine, until Logan’s grip on me tightened and he squeezed down on me.

  I groaned into his mouth, and he rocked his hips up, silently giving me permission to move.

  I started slow, rocking against him, barely moving inside him, getting him used to the feeling of being full. He was so tight, so hot, and my muscles shook with the strain of keeping such close hold on my control. Slowly, I pulled out inch by inch before slowly sliding back inside until my hips rested against the back of his thighs.

  Again, I dragged out and pushed in, increasing the speed and pressure each time. Logan used his legs to push up, meeting me thrust for thrust, and before long, the intensity became almost overwhelming.

  I fucked him hard, his body folded, his back pressed into the mattress with the weight of two bodies, and through it all, he kissed me like he’d die if I stopped. The sounds of sex filled the room—desperate moans and slick flesh colliding. I was at the edge before I knew it, teetering over the ledge.

  Logan was close too, his breaths coming out in broken panting. His hand went to his cock and moved furiously over his length. I leaned up to see, to watch his fist moving with practiced precision.

  “Oh fuck,” he gasped, as the angle changed. His eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

  I gritted my teeth, wanting to hold back for as long as I could, but watching Logan, his skin flushed, precome leaking everywhere, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, it painted the hottest fucking picture I’d ever seen. It was too much, and just like that, it pushed me over the cliff.

  I thrust hard, burying myself inside him, coming deep as I could, his body squeezing around me as I emptied into the condom. Logan followed me over, come splattering across my chest and his belly. His eyes fell shut as I pulled out, then collapsed forward, rolling to the side and pulling him with me.

  I wasn’t ready to let go of him just yet. I needed a minute to come down from the high of my orgasm, but my arms couldn’t support my weight any longer.

  Logan breathed hard against my chest, pliant and boneless in my arms.

  It took a few minutes for my heart to return to a normal pace, for reality to come back to me. Had I ever come that hard?

  Once I was fairly certain I could support my own weight, I kissed his hair, damp with sweat, and stood. I needed to clean up, and then we needed to eat.

  I was quick in the bathroom, but when I got back, I found Logan sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his underwear back on.

  “You running out on me, doc?”

  “Uh…”

  The oh shit look on his face made me laugh. I could have let him go, but ten minutes after I’d come, I already wanted him again.

  “Stay put. I’ll make us some food.”

  He hesitated for a moment, looking like he might come up with some half-assed excuse as to why he needed to rush off, but then seemed to change his mind, climbing back into bed without a word.

  With Logan on his way out the door anyway, it would have been the perfect chance to put an end to the night, but it had only been a few minutes and I was ready for more. I didn’t do repeats. Ever. But I was willing to make an exception in this case. I wanted to drag this out a little bit longer. I needed a few more minutes to recover, but I wasn’t done with him.

/>   Not by a long shot.

  I walked to the kitchen and pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and tossed it in the oven. It wasn’t quite gourmet, but it’d been a while since I’d made a run for supplies, and my kitchen wasn’t exactly well-stocked, even on a good day.

  I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge—that was one thing I always had on hand. I figured I’d made Logan a promise after all, popped the caps off, and set them on the counter.

  “You need any help?”

  Logan walked in, his blond hair sticking up in all directions, wearing nothing but his boxers. I took a second to admire the view. He looked edible, cheeks pink and patches of razor burn all over his pale skin.

  I held up the box. “Mama Gianni has it covered. Pepperoni mushroom.”

  He laughed and plopped down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “I haven’t had a Mama Gianni pizza since med school. Pepperoni mushroom is perfect.”

  I shrugged off the small reminder that we were from very different worlds. In the end, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t like that, and likely the only time I’d see Logan again was if I happened to run into him at the hospital. For now, we had tonight and pizza and sex, and I planned to make him come at least twice more before I patted him on the head and sent him on his way.

  “There’s a single pizza place in Belcourt, but it’s run by one guy and his hours are never predictable. On top of that, half the guys on-site order from there whenever they can, so the wait time for delivery borders on infinite.”

  “I know the place. I’ve never seen the Open sign on, but I bet he makes a killing when he is there.”

  “Definitely.” The few times I’d stopped in for a pickup on my way home from the site, the lineup had been out the door. Even in the dead of winter. The fact that guys were willing to risk losing their junk to frostbite for a pizza said something. “There’s only so much cafeteria food a person can eat, but I’m impatient as fuck, so I usually keep a few of these stocked in the freezer. It’s quick, it’s minimal effort, and I don’t have to think about it.”