Rick's looking for some sexy fun and finds more than he could have wished for.
After months of a dry spell in the sex department, Rick asks a woman out for a date only to find out she's a doctor like the ex-fiancé who'd shunned him because of his career. That same day he meets a man who sets his blood on fire and plans to meet him for dinner—and more if he has his way.
"Which hospital?" he asked as he put on his own helmet. He sat on his bike waiting for her answer before revving his Harley.
"Memorial. I have a baby to deliver. Or a delivery to stop if I can," she said, and swung her long muscular leg over the bike seat.
He bit his tongue to keep from asking all the obvious sexual jokes. Like the power between your legs? nearly escaped him despite his determination not to crack them. He would be as gentlemanly as possible with her—until he had her in his bed. There, she was getting a man.
The drive took only a few minutes. He pulled up to the emergency room entrance of the large brick building and turned off the bike. She took off the helmet and shook her hair in that unconsciously sexy way women had. The waves tumbled around her shoulders, glistening in the sun where she'd had highlights put in. He wanted to grab her by the hair, hold her against him, and ravish her with his kisses.
She handed him the helmet, took off the jacket, and laid it across his bike's seat. "Here," she said, digging into her purse. "It's my business card. If I'm not finished here by lunchtime, call to make an appointment," she said as she scribbled another number on the back. "My office door locks," she added slyly.
She took a quick look around as if to see if anyone watched and leaned in close. He held his breath as her shampoo scent wafted across the air to him. She looked him deep into his eyes, kissed him softly on the lips, then whispered, "That's the most power I've felt between my legs in ages. I liked it."
She turned and walked through the doors opening for her. His brain knew they were automatic, but in his dazed state it looked like they parted for a queen. He didn't know how long he stood there before he laughed, but suddenly his whole day looked brighter. Maybe she wasn't the snob the last doctor he had dated—and became engaged to—turned out to be.
He started to put his jacket back on when he saw a large broad shouldered man with a construction belt riding low on his hips. This time, Rick did groan. Just his luck he would find two of the sexiest people he had ever seen on the same day. Rick continued to put his jacket on, moving as slowly as he thought he could get away with. Next, he strapped down the helmet Nelda had used and did unnecessary checks on the rest of his bike while surreptitiously watching the way the jeans fit the other man's physique as if he had been the original poster boy for blue jeans.
Having run out of excuses for being parked in the emergency lane, he put on his helmet, and secured it. Rick wondered if the man's chest was the same hickory color as his muscle-bound arms and nearly choked on his tongue when the guy came walking over to where Rick had parked his bike.
"Hey," the man said, his voice like black velvet across his senses.
Oh dear God. His voice is going to make me come in my pants. I'm already so turned on by the doctor. It took all of Rick's willpower to keep from touching himself to relieve a small bit of the ache in his jeans. And that was before the hickory man looked down at his bulging crotch and back up to his lips.
"I see you have some power to ride there," he said.
Rick's breath came out in gasps. The imprint of Nelda at his back with that power between his legs and this man's inspection had him wanting to hit his bed now—with either one of them. Or better yet, both. At this point, he did not care which, but he yearned to have it.
"Want to have lunch?" hickory man asked.
You have no idea. Amusement coursed through Rick as he thought of Nelda's response to his asking. "My name's Rick," he said, extending a hand for a shake. "I'd love to, but I think I'm booked for lunch." He couldn't risk his chance with Nelda. "Maybe a drink later?" They clasped hands but didn't let go right away. Rick felt the calluses on the hand of the other man and wanted to feel them on his cock. Reluctantly, he dropped his hand away.