The Gentlemen's Ranch (Erotica Series, Book 1) (5 page)

I shake my head.

“
Are you on any
medication?”

“
Just the
pill.”

He prods for a few more
seconds and then says, “Can you lay down for me?”

I lick my lips uneasily
and lay back on the table.

He smiles and presses his
stethoscope to my upper chest. He is silent as he moves the
instrument over my skin and listens to my heartbeat. As he leans
over, his scent washes over me. A fresh soap smell, like he just
stepped out of a shower.

“
Very good.” He
straightens. “Can you open your robe down to your waist, Ms.
Morgan?”

Butterflies ricochet
inside my stomach.

I shrug my arms out of the
robe and bunch it around my hips. The cool air accosts my skin, and
goose bumps pebble over my body. I peek up at Dr. Rand as he looks
at my full breasts, and I see something other than clinical in his
eyes.

He swallows audibly.
“I…I’m going to perform a breast examination, Ms. Morgan, to check
for any abnormalities.” Both hands gently cup the breast nearest
him and I suck in a breath. His fingers massage the fleshy mound,
softly at first and then with more force. With his thumb and
forefinger, he circles my nipple and tugs it upward. A stab of
desire spikes through my lower region. I blame it on all of the
erotic acts I witnessed on the way here.

Dr. Rand moves to the
second breast and my overly-stimulated body is beyond aroused by
what his hands are doing and the look in his eyes. I gasp as he
pulls up on both nipples at the same time, elongating them. I have
to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He continues to lift each
nipple almost to the point of pain and then he gently lets
go.

“
Everything feels fine,”
he says huskily and turns his back to look over items on a metal
tray. “Please place your feet in the stirrups, Ms.
Morgan.”

I take a deep breath and
scoot down to the end of the table.
Please
let this be over quickly.

Dr. Rand comes back over
to the table, rolling a chair with him. He stands between my legs.
“Are you doing okay?”

“
Yes.”

“
You’ve been through this
before, correct?”

“
Yes.”

He leans over, unties my
belt, and pushes the robe completely open.

Oh, God.

It surprises me when his
eyes brazenly roam my body.
Does he
realize what he’s doing?

With a curt shake of his
head, he brings a light forward and positions it downward. Then, he
sits and disappears between my legs. All is silent for a full
minute before he finally says, “I’m going to touch you now, Ms.
Morgan.”

I hold my breath.

Slowly — too slowly— he
inserts a finger at the top of my sex, draws it downward, and then
up again. Down and up. I have to clench my legs to keep from
pressing into his hand.

“
Perfect. Now, I’m going
to do a visual examination of your external genitalia.” With his
two thumbs, he carefully pries apart the folds of my labia. He
stretches them wide and God only know what he thinks as he stares
at the most intimate part of my body.

He once again draws a
finger up and down, but now he has better access to it. He rolls
the nub of my clitoris with the top of one finger and I can’t help
the small moan that escapes my lips.

“
Are you all right, Ms.
Morgan?”

Why does he sound
amused?
“Are you almost done?” I ask
breathlessly.

“
I’m
just getting started, Ms. Morgan. Just relax,” he tells me and
slips a finger inside me. He thrusts in and out, first with one
finger and then two. His tempo increases and my heels press into
the stirrups to still the pressure building inside me.
Holy shit.
At last, he
withdraws his fingers and inspects every fold and crevice with
small sensuous circles. Instinctively, my hips buck off the table
and he places a hand on my lower stomach. “Just relax. I’m going to
insert a speculum now. Okay?”

“
Mmm…hmm,” I manage as my
upper teeth bite into my lower lip until I think they’re going to
bleed.

Dr. Rand reaches over to
the metal tray by his head and grabs the familiar torture device.
The cold metal makes contact with my blood-fueled labia and I
almost jump off the table. “Stay still. This won’t take
long.”

I try to relax as he
inserts the speculum. I hear adjustments being made and the
instrument spreads my vagina walls wide. “There we go,” he
announces. He picks up a long cotton swab and I can feel my cervix
being scraped. True to his word, this part is over quickly. He
releases the metal spreader, and I can finally breathe normally
again.

To my surprise, Dr. Rand
pulls out a tissue from the metal tray and gently wipes away my
juices. When he is satisfied, he stands up. “Next is a
recto-vaginal examination. Can you please stand for me?”

At this point, I will do
anything this man asks of me.

He helps me down from the table with a
steadying hand.

“
Now, as I work, I’ll be
asking you a series of questions. These will tell me…well, for lack
of a better term…what turns you on.”

“
What?”

He lifts an eyebrow with
amusement. “You
do
want to find a compatible husband, don’t you, Ms.
Morgan?”

“
I guess.”

“
You guess? Why else are
you here, then?”

“
No,” I corrected. “I do.
I answered questions like that on the profile.”

“
Physical compatibility is
crucial to a long and healthy marriage. Just a few more if you
don’t mine.”

“
Fine, but just call me
Tesh, all right?”

His green eyes flash
briefly. “Turn around and face the table, Tesh.” I turn and he
places both hands on my shoulders and runs a finger down my
spine.

“
With regard to sex, Tesh,
you mentioned that you enjoy a variety of positions.”

I’m going straight to
hell.
“Yes.”

His hands come up to the sides of my breasts
and run down my body.

“
Do you enjoy sex with
women?”

“
Not really.”

“
Yes or no,
Tesh?”

“
No.”

“
What if your husband
wished to have a threesome with another woman, just for a
night?”

“
Maybe,” I say with a
grin, knowing he wants a definitive answer.

“
Can you bend over the
table, Tesh?”

I think of the woman I saw
right before I entered the medical facility and laugh.

“
Tesh?”

“
It’s nothing,” I murmur
and position myself as he asks.

“
What about two men at one
time?”

I think about Nate and
Nick and giggle again. “I’m pretty sure I’m a one man
woman.”

“
Do you like sexual toys,
Tesh?”

Beau’s vibrator flashes in
my mind. “Very much.”

I hear him snap on a
rubber glove. “Do you enjoy bondage? Objects that can inflict pain
during sex?”

I wince as he slides a
finger in my behind.
Dear Lord.
“I…I don’t know.” He pulls his finger out and
then inserts it back in again. “A little pain is all right, I
guess,” I say a little too loudly. I lose track of what I was going
to say as he plunges in an out.

“
Spread your legs for me,
Tesh.”

I spread my legs until I’m
on my tip toes. His hand slips between my legs and he inserts a
finger in my vagina and his thumb in my behind, squeezing and
pinching the two together.

“
Do you like oral sex,
Tesh?”

“
Yes,” I say, but it comes
out more as a whimper.

His fingers move faster in
and out of both orifices. I can’t help myself, I grind back against
his hand in an attempt to relieve the aching throb between my
legs.

“
Receiving or
giving?”

“
Wha…what?”

“
Oral sex?”

“
Oh, both!”

Dr. Rand carefully pulls
his hand free.
No! Don’t stop! Don’t you
dare stop!
I hear him peel the glove away,
and then he gently places the pink robe over my shoulders. “You did
remarkable, Tesh.”

It takes me a minute to
figure out what he said.
The exam is over?
No, it can’t be!
My legs are wobbling, and
a painful knot of frustration settles into my stomach like a lead
weight.

I turn and glare at him.
“That was very cruel, Dr. Rand.”

The grin is back. “Call me
Brett. And, your exam was not meant to be cruel, Ms. Morgan, I can
assure you of that.”

“
Then,
what exactly were you trying to accomplish,
Brett
?”

“
This is about evaluating
your sexual appetites so we can be sure you’ve been paired with the
correct men. Firsthand experience is so much more telling than any
written word.”

“
Really?”

“
Why? Are you aroused,
Tesh?”

“
You know I
am.”

His eyes pin me to the
table. It looks like he’s about to take a step closer to me, but
then checks himself.

Oh, no, he’s not getting
away with this.
“Do all of the doctors
here administer the same exam you just performed?”

He hesitates for a long
moment. “No.”

“
Is this the normal test
you usually perform on other woman?”

This time he does not
hesitate. “No.”

Then, why are you
intentionally playing with my mind and body? There is something
you’re not telling me, Brett.

He pushes his glasses up
on his nose and changes the subject. “Have you been thinking about
your final two?”

“
Jase is the front runner.
I’m not sure where the others fall yet.”

“
Jase?” he spits out with
venom. “I would have thought you were smarter than that,
Tesh.”

I was right.
There is some kind of rivalry going on between
the two men.
“How could you possibly know
how smart I am?”

His eyes narrow. “Because
we are a 100% match.”

My eyes widen in
disbelief. “Me and you?”

“
Yes.”

“
Is that even
possible?”

“
Apparently,” he says in a
tone that implies he is as shocked as I am.

“
But, how?”

He spears a hand through
his hair. “Honestly, Tesh, from the very first word I read on your
profile, I was captivated by you. On paper, we enjoy all of the
same things. Biking, snowboarding, reading and writing. I love your
intelligence and wit. I love that you’re passionate about politics
and donate time to volunteerism because I do the same. I know that
you have a fighting spirit and a kind heart. And, right now, after
this exam, it’s all I can do to stop myself from throwing you down
on that table and making love to you until you scream.”

Whoa. Wasn’t expecting
that answer.
“Then, why didn’t you pick
me?” I ask him softly.

“
I told you. I’m not one
of the men.”

“
Yet you filled out a
profile?”

He shrugs. “I did it for
fun, that’s all. I really wasn’t expecting to find someone like
you.”

I move away from the table
and touch his sleeve. “Make yourself one of the men, Brett. You
work here. Surely, you have some pull.”

“
I can’t. It’s
complicated.”

“
I see,” I say and an
image of Sophia’s beautiful face rears in my mind. I swallow past
the sudden lump in my throat. “Well, I guess this is goodbye
then.”

“
Yes, it is. Goodbye,
Tesh.”

“
Are you nervous?” Camryn
asks me as she twists and turns in front of a full-length mirror.
Her critical gaze inspects every inch of her bikini-clad
body.

Of course, I’m nervous.
I’m about to enter into a Blindfold Test with two men I’m not
really into. One of whom will most likely become my husband.
I have to keep reminding myself that Brett Rand
is simply not available. “Yeah.”

Camryn holds out a shot
glass. “Come on, let’s take the edge off.”

I shake my head. “Not
tonight.”

Her perfectly manicured
eyebrow arches high into her hairline. “What’s going
on?”

“
Nothing. I just want to
make sure I’m making the right choice and not the one that feels
the best.”

My one-on-one dates went
as well as can be expected today, but the pink robe stayed firmly
in place. I wanted to get to know the men on a deeper, intellectual
level. In the end, I finally decided on Jase and Doug as my top
two. Doug is a lot smarter than his surfer dude persona, and Jase
just seems to always know the perfect things to say. But, I have to
remind myself, that doesn’t mean that they will be the two men who
show up tonight. They have to pick me, too.