Hot Bodies Boxed Set: The Complete Vital Signs Erotic Romance Trilogy (34 page)

Shirley squeezed his hands back, felt her whole body go up in flames as bolts of electricity ran through her entire body. Even as the thought of cold-blooded murder at her own hospital chilled her spine, Dr. Randall Hamm’s touch made her hot, hot, hot. “If you know that Dr. Chalmers is the one behind this whole thing, why didn’t you want to cooperate with the police? Why didn’t you just tell them what you knew from the get-go?”

“Because I have no proof. Right now, it’s my word against his. The only reason the cops agreed to drop the obstruction charges was because I promised to work behind the scenes with you in order to
get
some proof of my accusations. And we’ve got our work cut out for us. Because if we don’t come up with something within the next forty-eight hours, my ass is grass. Yours too. The cops took a big risk letting me go, and if it doesn’t pay off in a hurry, they’re gonna be looking for somebody to blame. So like it or not, you and I are gonna be spending a
lot
of time together over the next couple days.”

Shirley smiled, and her violet eyes flashed fire. “Oh, I like it. I like it a lot.”

Randall took one of her hands and lifted it up to his lips. He kissed her fingers one by one, then took them into his mouth and sucked them. Warmth enveloped Shirley’s whole body as he gave each and every digit the royal treatment with his oh-so-supple tongue. The he moved on to the palm of her hand—a part of her body she never knew could be an erogenous zone.

Until now.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Oh, here and there,” he said. “What do you say we move over to the bed? Unless you’d prefer to blow this joint for someplace a little classier. Like my place?”

His place? Shirley wasn’t certain she could wait that long. Then again, she wasn’t sure she wanted to sleep in that cheap flophouse bed, either. “Under normal circumstances, your place would be great,” she said. “But I’m afraid we’re gonna have to get busy right here in the flophouse. You’ve already got me way too turned on to make the drive back to town.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Randall pulled her to her feet, then planted a huge kiss square on her mouth. With tongue. Lots and lots of tongue.

Shirley buried her face in his neck, breathing deep of his manly smell—a mixture of Irish Spring, woodsmoke, and musk. “Tell me something, Randall. For a guy who’s basically an antisocial loner, how did you learn how to be so good in bed?”

He flashed her a wink and a smile. “Oh, let’s just say I’m a quick study.”

Mysterious to the end.

Damn it.

As Randall slid his hands down her back, Shirley wondered if she’d ever get past that Teflon exterior of his. Then when he squeezed her ass hard and started sucking on her neck, she decided that at this point, she really didn’t care if she ever did. There were far more important things to think about, after all.

Like how fast he could make her come.

Randall tore off her sundress, exposing her braless breasts to the air. He blew his hot breath onto her nipples, hardening them into firm little peaks. Her crotch heated as he ran his fingers across one hard little nub, then the other, turning them to glass. He pressed himself against her, showing her just how much he wanted her, needed her. His cock was solid iron, a battering ram aimed straight at her heart.

She stood pressed up against him, naked except for her wispy lace panties and her chunky espadrilles. His hands strayed from her now-heaving breasts to their slim elastic waistband, his fingers slipping between it and her soft, delicate skin. The panties slid off, slowly, slowly, leaving a trail of moisture along the inside of her thighs. The salty, earthy scent of her sex filled the cheap motel room, perfuming it. She took two tiny steps, and the panties landed in a little lacy heap on the worn shag carpet. He found her seam in an instant, probed its folds, found her heat center, and began to stroke it.

Dr. Randall Hamm might not be the most social guy on the block, but he sure as hell knew his business when it came to satisfying women. His fingers danced across her clit, turning that little bundle of nerves into a ball of fire.

Her cunt clenched, released, clenched, released. The spasms grew and grew, until they took hold of her entire body, throttling her against him as she bucked and jumped. She threw her head back and cried out as he rubbed her harder, harder, harder. She came again, her hips bucking into his hand.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” she moaned into his neck. “That’s
so
good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered back.

Shirley just came twice while standing up. And she couldn’t wait to get him lying down.

She tore at the buttons of his polo shirt, sending more than one of them popping off and flying across the room. She pulled at the knit cotton fabric, barely managing to keep from ripping it into tatters as she fought furiously to bare that fine, rock-hard torso of his. That accomplished, she pried open his belt buckle, tugged at his zipper, and freed his beautiful throbbing cock from its little prison. His pants pooled around his ankles as she took him deeply into her mouth, tasting him, sucking him, licking him hard and fast.

He bucked his hips in response to her movements, fucking her mouth. The tip of his cock rammed against the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex ever so slightly. Instead of scaring her, it just turned her on even more. Deep-throating him made her feel dangerous. Seductive. Hot.

Sooooo hot. She sucked him harder.

But instead of responding in kind, Randall gently put a hand between them, pushing them apart. He was panting hard, barely able to get his breath. “Shirley,” he whispered, “as hot as what you’re doing right now is, we need to chill out for a little while. Otherwise this is going to be all over, and I’m sure you don’t want that.”

“Okay,” she breathed, a little off-balance. She’d never realized before that moment just how much she loved having a huge, thick cock in her mouth, and was a little disappointed he’d cut her off so soon. But he’d make up for it soon enough.

“Lie down,” he told her. “Spread your legs wide. I’m going to give you something you’ll never forget.”

She obeyed. Once she was flat on her back, he gently lifted her by the hips and pulled her towards him, until her hips were right at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over, her feet just shy of the floor. He ducked down between her legs, pressed them open even wider with the flats of his hands. He ducked his head down and began to feast on her pussy, probing her damp folds with his tongue. He tasted of her juices, lapped them with his tongue, spread them over his lips with relish and gusto. He worked the tip of his tongue over her already engorged clit, until he worked her into a frenzy, just shy of going over the edge for the third time. Then at the last second he pulled back, transferring his attentions to her sheath, which he probed with fingers and tongue. He worked one, then two, then four fingers deep inside her, searching for and finding that precious G-spot, and pushing hard against it again and again and again. Each and every impact of his fingers against her most secret place was a tiny interstellar explosion that threatened to create new galaxies deep inside her womb. She came again and again and again, until her body just became one long, continuous, pulsating orgasm. Her mind, body, and spirit all seemed to separate into their respective parts, with her body exploding, her mind retreating, and her spirit rising and growing to fill the entire room.

She didn’t need to tell Randall it was time for him to fuck her, or even to guide his cock to her sheath. He already seemed to know the exact moment in time to enter her. She heard a condom wrapper tear from someplace miles away, felt his huge cock plunge into her tight sheath through a blissful fog.

Randall plowed her deep and hard, each and every thrust rocking her to the core. Her body had long ago surpassed its pinnacle of sensation, so this fuck wasn’t really about a physical connection any more. No, this fuck was something way beyond just his cock being inside her cunt. This fuck was about something much bigger. They were forging a connection here. They were sealing a major deal in a major way. When they both finally came, together, in one massive explosion, their fates were inextricably linked.

The only question was, how long would it last?

As they rested in the afterglow, Shirley decided to pose one last question before drifting off to sleep. “You never did tell me why you bolted from the OR in the middle of the operation.”

Randall caressed the side of her face. “Well I’ll tell you, but the answer’s pretty embarrassing.”

“Go ahead.”

“I took off because being in the same room with you had me so turned on, I was about to jizz my pants,” he said. “And I couldn’t exactly let that happen. Would have contaminated the whole OR.”

Shirley cracked up. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one,” she murmured. “You had quite an effect on me, too.”

“So I guess now you understand why I haven’t been too forthcoming on that issue with the police,” Randall said, nuzzling her hair.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she whispered.

They laughed very softly to one another, and fell asleep.

Twenty

“Well, we’ve got our work cut out for us today,” Randall remarked early the next morning as he drove the both of them back into town in his blue Lexus. “It’s not going to be easy to find the proof we need with most of the surgery-related departments still shut down.”

“Actually, it might be a little easier,” Shirley offered. “There won’t be as many people around to notice what we’re up to.”

“True.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You know Shirley, I like the way you think. You’re a creative gal.” He paused, gave her knee a hard little squeeze. “Both in
and
out of the bedroom.”

Shirley’s whole body warmed at his not-so-subtle reference to some of the more interesting sexual positions they’d explored last night. After their first mind-blowing coupling, they’d kept things up for hours in a remarkable display of Randall’s manly stamina. She’d lost track of all the positions they’d enjoyed, but fondly remembered at least two standouts inspired by the
Kama Sutra.
“We’re gonna need all the creativity we can get,” she said. “Somehow I don’t think I can just go right up to President Chalmers and ask him point-blank how he managed to have Enola Higginbottom killed for the insurance money.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” Randall said, pulling into the gravel driveway of Shirley’s apartment building. “Besides, he likes you. Rumor has it that he has a weakness for beautiful young brunettes. Maybe you can use your feminine wiles on him somehow. In a strictly G-rated way, of course.”

“Of course,” she chuckled.

Randall pulled the car into an empty parking slot and killed the engine. “You just need to grab a fresh set of clothes, right? I’ll wait here.”

“No, I’d really rather you come upstairs with me,” Shirley said, the pit of her stomach clenching. “There’s a reason why I ran away from here last night, you know.”

He frowned. “Right. Which you never explained.”

“As I said last night, it’s complicated. Just follow me upstairs, okay? Please?”

He held up his hands in defeat. “You’re the boss.”

They made it as far as the first-floor landing before running into trouble.

Ed and Bob were sitting in matching wingback chairs in the building’s wood-paneled lobby, in what would have been the rambling old Victorian’s front parlor before it was subdivided into apartments. They were both reading sections of the morning paper. Bob set his paper down first, looked from Randall to Shirley and back again with a sinister grin. “Well looky what we have here,” he oozed. “Told ya it was just a matter of time before she showed up this morning.”

Ed set down his own paper and gave her a gentlemanly nod. “Mornin’ Shirl,” he said in a syrupy sweet voice that made her stomach churn. “I’ve been wonderin’ when you were gonna show up.” He raised his eyebrows up and down and leered at her. “Been wonderin’ when you an’ me can meet up again. Sure had a good time with you the other night. Would love to do it again sometime.” He nodded at Randall. “Unless your gentleman friend objects?”

Randall turned to her, bewildered. “What the hell is he talking about?”

Shirley sighed and shook her head. “I told you things were complicated here. Let’s just go upstairs.”

She shot Ed an evil look as they passed him and headed up the staircase. To think, that man had blabbed their most intimate secrets to a bottom-feeder like Bob Watson. She regretted ever getting naked with Ed, no matter how good it might have felt at the time.

They made it to the third-floor landing, and Shirley keyed open the door. “Do yourself a favor, Randall, and never sleep with your neighbors. Especially when one of the neighbors is also your ex-boyfriend.”

“Ah, I see. I trust you may be looking for a new place to live, then?”

“As soon as possible,” she said. “Not that I can afford to move. I don’t exactly have much of a budget when it comes to rent right now, and this building is the cheapest thing in town.”

Randall shut the front door behind them and followed her across the apartment to her small bedroom. “Who says
you
have to be the one who moves? Why not them?”

Shirley laughed. “Yeah, right. Ed was here first, for one thing. And now it looks like he and Bob are a team. They’ve ganged up against me. It’s two against one.” She pulled open a bureau drawer, selected a fresh set of nursing scrubs and a change of underwear. “And I’m just a single gal living alone in the big city, you know. I have to protect myself.”

Including protecting herself from herself. She’d jumped into bed with Ed as a willing participant, after all. And look where that had gotten her.

Randall folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head at her. “You know Shirley, you don’t strike me as the type of woman who would give up that easily.”

“Once bitten, twice shy,” she said, and shucked off her sundress and panties. She bent over to unlace her espadrilles, giving him a delectable view of her rump.

“You don’t seem too shy right now,” he remarked. “Do you always argue in the nude? If so, we should really do it more often.”

Shirley ignored that. As much as she’d like to get down and dirty with him again, they had far more important things to do right now. She stepped into her panties—plain white cotton ones, thank you very much—snapped her bra in place, and pulled on her plainest, baggiest set of scrubs. If she was going to keep her eye on the ball today, she needed to do it feeling as unsexy as possible. She gritted her teeth, tried to clear all the sexy thoughts and from her brain. Not an easy task when a man as gorgeous as Dr. Randall Hamm stood two feet away from her, watching her dress. Her pussy melted as she felt his eyes on her—

Damn it, they could
not
have sex right now. No time for that. If only she could come up with some sort of distraction. . .

Shirley squeezed her eyes shut and thought of the least sexy thing she could. Namely, Bob Watson, naked and limp-dicked.

It worked. Her pussy cooled off in a hurry. And her brain cooked up what might just be a brilliant idea.

“You know Randall, my ex-boyfriend Bob Watson—he’s the sleazy guy downstairs with the salt-and-pepper hair and the twelve o’clock shadow—might actually be some help to us.”

“How so?”

“He never met a scam he didn’t like, for one. And he can be a real smooth talker when he wants to. I bet if we play our cards right, we might be able to get him to do most of our dirty work for us.” Which if all went as planned, would bust Bob out of parole and send him away from Raleigh and right back to prison where he belonged.

Randall planted a kiss on her forehead. “Babe, I like the way you think.”

“Thanks. You’ll need to let me do most of the talking, though. Bob works best around women he thinks are in love with him.”

“And you are, aren’t you?” He poked her in the ribs to show her he was joking.

“Of course I am.
Madly
.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. And by the way, my plan will work a lot better if you act jealous.”

He rubbed his hands together with glee. “At last, here’s my chance for some good-old-fashioned Southern vengeance. Pistols at down, perhaps?”

“Don’t do anything illegal. We’re in enough trouble as it is.”

They headed back downstairs. Ed had disappeared, but Bob was still sitting in the threadbare wingback chair, pretending to read the paper. “Oh Bob,” Shirley sang, “forgive me for being so rude earlier. I was so shocked that you’d gotten out of prison, I just plumb
forgot
myself, you see.”

Bob set down his paper and grinned. “I knew you’d be glad to see me, Shirley. Once you got used to the idea.”

“You know it. And Bob, I’m
so
glad we ran into each other, because it just so happens that my, ahhh,
associate
Randall here and I have just stumbled across a business opportunity we think you’ll be interested in.”