Page 37 of Outback Heat
I turn to face him and have to bite my lip. He has a wild look in his eyes, the same one he gets when he’s about to do something reckless. His blood and adrenaline is still pumping from his ride and he’s looking for an outlet.
He steps in close and cups my jaw with his rough, calloused hand. “If you’re lucky, I’ll put them somewhere else,” he rumbles.
I feel my cheeks flush at his words, and the wetness between my legs intensifies. I can’t deny I’ve become addicted to this side of him. His impulsivity has been tempered by our mating but It’s still a heady combination with his confidence and cockiness. He’s an Alpha who can take what he wants without fear and with a cool, purposeful head. And, right now, he wants me.
His lips meet mine and I let myself fall into the kiss. I love the feeling of his hands on me. His every touch is purposeful.
“Spitfire, has anyone told you what it means when a woman wears a cowboy’s hat?” he growls in my ear, licking at the shell and making me shiver with anticipation.
I shake my hazy head, focusing on the feeling of his hands sliding down my neck and over my breasts, stopping to cup them before moving further. His fingers slide under the waistband of my scrubs and slip between my thighs. My breath hitches at the contact and I arch against his hand.
“If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy,” he rasps against my ear.
I want to protest that it doesn’t count ’cause he sent me the hat without my knowledge of this obscure rule. Instead, I whimper when his finger slides along the wetness seeping through my panties and my knees go weak.
“I’ve loved seeing you wearing my hat, unknowingly telling everyone that you’re mine,” he says, with his usual mischievous grin. “Do you like everyone knowing that you ride this cowboy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I respond without hesitation, a needy whine hitching my voice.
“Good girl. Turn around.”
I spin and brace myself on the examination table. Murphy slides my scrubs down my legs, leaving me bare except for my boots and panties. He steps in close behind me, his hand reaching around to grasp my breast. He rubs his thumb over my nipple and I arch into his touch.
“Please, Alpha,” I moan.
“What do you want me to do?”
I bite my lip. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, Alpha.”
Murphy growls, and his other hand moves down, pushing my panties to the side and sliding two fingers inside me.
“Murphy!” I gasp.
His fingers feel amazing inside me, but it’s not enough. I want him filling me, not just his fingers.
“I need more.” I can hear the strain in my own voice and I know he can too.
A rustling from the tent entrance snaps through my dazed mind.
“For fuck’s sake, Murphy!” Doc’s voice breaks the spell Murphy has cast on me and I’m thrown back into reality. “Can’t you leave my nurse to do her job?”
Doc stomps into the tent. A deep blush spills over his cheeks, making the grey in his dark stubble stand out.
I scramble upright and pull my scrubs up over my hips, my blush matching Doc’s. The poor man has caught us in compromising positions so many times he’s very well acquainted with the smell of my slick.
“Sorry, Doc,” I squeak, not making eye contact.
“Yeah, sorry, Doc,” Murphy echoes, but I can hear the grin in his voice. I look over at him and roll my eyes when I see he’s licking his fingers with a dopey look. I can feel Murphy’s pride through our bond. He’s pleased that he’s gotten a reaction out of the stoic doctor.
I throw an elbow into his ribs, causing him to grunt and pout like a child.
He sighs and quickly leans down to plant a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you later for the party, yeah?”
“I’ll come find you when I’m done here.”
“You better, cause I’m not done with you yet, Spitfire,” he growls with heat. My eyes dart over to Doc who sighs, throwing his hands up in the air and striding out of the tent.
“He’s going to end up firing me,” I say, pushing at Murphy’s shoulders as he leans back down for a kiss.
