Peep (Brighten Sisters Book 2) (2 page)

H
eading
in for another night of rounds, I’m completely exhausted. I didn’t get an ounce of sleep after witnessing that show compliments of my beautiful neighbor. That, my friends, has
never
happened before. Sure, I’ve been privy to her parading around in her panties, but masturbating? No. Never.

“Hey, Tom,” a nurse from second shift says in passing.

I see her around all the time, yet I don’t know her name. It’s clear she has a thing for me, but I’d never pursue it. I’ve seen too many work relationships blow up, and the doctor/nurse relationships are by far the worst. I can’t have distractions. Distractions cause accidents and accidents lead to death.

I shake off the way her ass moves side to side as she walks away from me. It’s a calculated move. Nobody moves their ass like that when they walk without trying. It works for her. She’s definitely hot. I trail my eyes up her backside taking in her raven black hair. I have the urge to bend her over an operating table, fisting a handful of those thick locks and pulling just enough to get a gasp out of her plump lips. As I’d pound away at her dripping wet pussy, she’d beg me for more, her tight cunt gripping my cock as she creamed all over me.

She’d like it rough. You can tell by the way she sways those hips and bites that bottom lip when she talks to me. I know she would let me do very naughty things to her.

With that thought, my dick begins to harden causing me to turn toward a patient’s room and grabbing the chart from the wall just in time to hide my erection from an oncoming slew of third shift fellows.
Fuck my timing.

“Hello, Dr. Chaplin. How are things tonight?” I look back over my shoulder, shielding my erection from my colleagues.

“Dr. Chow. Things are slow. I’m just reading up on…,” I search for patient X’s name, “Mr. Ball.” I choke on the words.
Real mature, Tommy. Grow the fuck up.

“You all right?” Dr. Chow comes to my side eyes wide.

“Yeah-yes. I’m fine. Thank you, Dr. Chow. Swallowed the wrong way.”

She raises her brows. “Right. Well, carry-on.”

I hear the chattering of all the fellows as they walk away from me. I’m sure I made quite an impression. Dr. Chow was the only fellow among the group who I have worked with up to this point, so I’m assuming the others are new to St. Luke’s Hospital. As a resident, I’m the peon in the echelon of doctors. The fact I graduated with honors from New York University means nothing here amongst the prestigious MDs of Harvard and Yale. Now you can add my saliva debacle to the list of reasons why I am an epic tool.

The night goes snail pace slow. Nothing of significance happens, and I spend most of my night hanging in the on-call room. I decide to rest up as tomorrow morning I’m scrubbing in on a cesarean section with Dr. Lubon. As I doze off, images of my neighbor’s perky pink tits invade my mind…

She palms them, tweaking and tugging on each nipple. Her legs spread, and her treasure is exposed to me, her soaking wet cunt begging me to taste her, tempting me with the delicious juices running down her slit. And I succumb. I feast on her, my tongue lapping away at her essence, dipping inside her dripping wet hole. As my tongue circles her clit, I thrust two fingers inside her. Curving them upward, I stroke at her sweet spot until her walls begin to convulse around me. She throws her head back with complete abandon as the ecstasy washes through her…

The overhead lights flip on causing me to jump up and knock my head on the bunk above. Laughter invades my ears.

“Dude, were you just jerking one off in here?”

I groan. “Dick. Why the hell would you turn on the lights?”

“Why the hell would you be stroking your junk in here of all places? This isn’t the locker room for Christ’s sake.”

Jack Hardesty, MD has got to be the biggest ass of them all, but he’s my friend. We went to medical school together. He’s every bit the man’s man, so I know he’s only messing with me.

“Was it Stacia, that nurse on wing B? She’s a fucking tease, man.”

“I wasn’t jerking off, idiot. I was adjusting myself,” I lie unconvincingly.

“Surrrreeee, we’ll go with that.” He winks. “Time to get up morning rounds are starting and Dr. Chow wants us to
greet
the new nurses.”

C
learly Dr. Chow
doesn’t realize that unleashing the two of us on the new nursing staff is a grave error. Jack is the king of flirtation and I well…I like to work alone. How either one of us has made it this far is a wonder.

G
etting
up I straighten my scrubs so that I look semi-respectable. I grab my overnight bag and head to the sink. Quickly brushing my teeth and running my hands through my messy brown hair barely make me presentable.

“Chaplin, let’s get a move on. The chicks await.”

I roll my eyes. One day his sexism will land him in hot water via a sexual harassment suit.

I can’t help but smirk as we approach the waiting nurses. Jack’s surprise registers as he takes in the five males waiting on us. Clearly he missed the memo that 41% of nurse anesthetists are men.

“What the hell?” he mutters beside me.

I look to my right and level him with a glare successfully silencing his mini-protest at the lack of women. I look down at my clipboard to start roll call.

“Let’s get started. Jenson.”

“H-Here.” A mousy redhead raises his hand. My eyebrow raises at his timorous demeanor.

“Right then. Baden.”

“Present.”

Gibson. Rohrs. Henson. Brighten.” They all respond until Brighten. “Brighten?” I say again, looking up at the lot of stooges. “Okay. No, Brighten.” I look back down to my notes to move on when I hear a voice.

“Wait, sorry, I’m here.”

I look up, and my breath leaves me. It can’t be her.
No. Fucking. Way.

“I’m Tiffany Brighten. I’m sorry, Doctor, I was in the ladies’ room.”

I try to speak, but I’m at a loss for words. My beautiful neighbor is standing in front of me. There is no doubt in my mind. I’ve watched her like a fucking pervert for two years. I’d know her
anywhere
. It’s kismet.

I hear a throat clear beside me. Jack is looking at me like the ass he is. He knows I’m stunned, and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as he looks back and forth between Tiffany and I. If he knows what is good for him, he’ll stop looking at her like that immediately.

“Tiffany, why don’t you tell us what will be occurring today in operation room 200B,” Jack says with a smile. He came to my rescue as nothing intelligent was going to come out of my mouth. I look like the world’s biggest douche right about now.

Tiffany is even more beautiful than I thought. Her blonde hair is pulled into a knot on top of her head. Her long slender neck is on full display, and I want nothing more than to bury my head in the crook of it and pepper her with kisses. I watch as her full lips move. I’m transfixed.
I imagine sliding my cock in and out of those luscious pink lips…

“
D
r
…um...”

“Chaplin,” I finish for her. She’s looking at me as though I’ve grown three heads.

I straighten imperceptibly as I hear the murmurings of the other nurses. My inappropriate stares didn’t go unnoticed by the peanut gallery either. “Yes. Sorry, Ms. Brighten. I’m not feeling well today.”

She smirks knowingly. “Dr. Chaplin, perhaps you should lie down and have someone attend to your needs.”

Jack begins choking next to me. Her innuendo isn’t lost on either of us. I hear the chuckles from those around me. Everyone is on to this dangerous game.

“Noted, Ms. Brighten. Now would you tell us what we have going on today?”

She nods and goes into explaining the cesarean procedure that myself and one of these RN hopefuls will take part in. “To finish, the patient will undergo a tubal ligation.”

“What will be the role of the surgical nurse in this case, Ms. Brighten?”

“I suppose that would depend on my job. Am I scrubbing in, circulating, or am I acting as an RN first assistant?”

I’m impressed. Tiffany is bright. She’ll make a fantastic nurse. “Today, scrub.”

She runs through the responsibilities as though she has been doing this for years.

“Gibson and Baden, you’ll be in circulation with RN Grace. She’ll be around to get you shortly. Brighten, I believe you’ve earned your spot scrubbing in today with Dr. Chaplin. The rest of you head to the cafeteria and look over your notes until someone comes to get you,” Jack commands the room while I stand here idly wondering how I can most easily get Tiffany alone. I can’t be around her without wanting to strip her naked and fuck her four ways to Sunday. Policies and propriety be damned. I need to be inside her.

“Duuudddeee, snap the fuck out of it. You look like a total pussy-whipped tool. You’re going to get yourself called up to the top floor with that look you have in your eyes. She’s a student, and you’re a teacher, so act like it.”

Glaring at Jack, I start to walk away, but he grabs my elbow.

“I mean it, man. She’s trouble for you. I know she’s hot, I have two eyes, but it’s not worth your MD.”

“What are you talking about? Nobody is costing me anything,” I scoff.

“You’re about to go into surgery. You’re delivering a baby. Head in the game, not on pussy.”

I want to kick his ass for even talking about Tiffany as if she’s just some girl, but he’s right. I have to get it together. My job depends on me being 100% focused.

A
bout an hour later
, Mom and a healthy baby girl are wheeled out of the room. These are the moments I love. This is why I dance at night and bust my ass to make money—for these moments. Sure it’s hard, but nothing in life will ever compare to seeing a mom hold her precious baby for the first time.

From across the OR, I can hear Dr. Chaplin using the soap dispenser. I watch him as I begin cleaning up. I’m staring at his precise movements as he finishes soaping his hands up and takes a step closer to the metal sink basin to rinse them—
his strong and capable hands
. God, what I wouldn’t do to feel those hands sliding down my body. To feel them caress and touch me. My eyes close and all I can see behind my lids are his fingers spreading my legs open and sliding inside my wet hole. My whole body shivers at the thought.

“Great job, Miss Brighten.”

His husky voice brings me out of my daydream. I peek up at him through hooded eyes. Lord, is he handsome. I can’t remember the last time anyone has affected me this much. He must understand the look in my eyes because his pupils dilate as he takes a step toward me.

“Thank you, Dr. Chaplin,” I breathe out, and he lets out a breath as well. The tension in the room is palpable. I’m wound up so tight I might explode. I need to find someplace to sooth this burn that’s aching inside of me. “If there isn’t anything else you need from me I’m going to get going.”

I don’t wait for him to reply as I jet down the hallway. My eyes scan the doors. Where can I go?
Fuck.
A door on the right side of the hall is half open. I make my way to it and read the sign: Medical Supply Storage. This will have to do. Pushing the door further open, I see shelves of gloves and towels and empty syringes. To one side of the small room is a dilapidated wooden chair. Someone must have been meaning to throw it out, but forgotten. Their mistake is my gain. I sit myself down, loosen the drawstring of my scrubs and sigh at the relief to come. I’m not wearing any panties, so this will be pretty easy. My legs part further as I slide my hands down my pants. Once I reach my throbbing pussy, my finger slips inside, and I find myself soaking wet.

My movements are slow and concise. They follow a painfully perfect rhythm that should have me feeling relief in no time. I throw my head back as I start to stroke in earnest.

“That’s right,” a voice says, and I’m so lost in the throws of passion, I’m not sure if the voice is real or in my dreams. “Come all over your hand.”

That voice…

I know that voice…

My eyes shoot open. He’s here. Oh my God, he’s standing in front of me! My fingers cease their ministrations.

“Don’t stop,” he commands and through barely open eyes I see his chest heaving. “I want to see you come, and then I want to make you come again. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Doctor,” I moan. My pussy starts to contract and pulse around my digits.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long,” he hisses and I’m not sure what he means, but it doesn’t matter, I’m so close.

Placing my thumb on my clit, I begin to trace circles. As my body starts the descent into bliss, I increase my speed, the new pressure sending me over the edge.

“God, your beautiful when you come. I love watching you, but now I want to feel you. Taste you. Would you like that?”

I know I just came all over my hand, but the idea of coming on his tongue has me desperate for more. “Yes, oh God, yes.”

He kneels in front of me. “Lower your pants.” I do as I’m told and watch as he appraises me. “Spread your legs further.” He reaches out, and his fingers spread me. “I can’t wait to taste you.” His breath caresses my pussy and my body shakes uncontrollably.

I look down at him just in time to see the first swipe of his tongue. It jets out and licks at my swollen clit, sucking then lapping. He begins to lick at me faster, making my insides quiver again. When he sucks my whole clit into his mouth, I lift my ass off the chair giving him more.

He pulls away, his mouth tickling me as he speaks. “Not enough. I need more. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

“Yes,” I groan out as he moves his hand down and removes his cock from his pants. As he starts to stroke himself, a bead of moisture forms on the tip.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I bite out, barely able to speak.

“Good, now be a good girl and stand up. Bend over and brace yourself on the chair.”

I do as I’m told looking back over my shoulder to see him watching me.

“You’re beautiful, but you’ll look even better when I’m balls deep inside of you.”

I moan at his words. “Yes, please. Now,” I say unintelligibly. Slowly, too slowly, he slides in. As good as this feels, I need more. I need it hard and fast. “Faster, please. I need it fast!”

“Shhh,” he says soothingly.

“I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you, but let me feel this first.”

I groan out my impatience. He glides in and out causing the most exquisite friction. As good as it feels, it’s maddening. It’s just enough to keep me hanging on the edge, but not enough to tip me over. I begin gyrating my hips backward to create a faster tempo. It has the opposite effect as he pulls all the way out.

“Are you about done rushing me, love?”

“Please,” I beg.

Without warning, he grabs my waist and spins me into his firm chest. Breathless I say, “What? Are you stopping?”

Shaking his head, he moves around me and sits on the chair, bringing me on top and facing him. “Sit,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. I impale myself onto his cock.

“God, love. Take it easy or I won’t last,” he breathes into my neck.

“We’re in a closet at the hospital. Unless you want to lose your license, this needs to speed up, Doctor.” He goes still at the reminder of our location. “No, not happening, Doc. You started this, you finish it,” I goad.

“Christ, woman.”

He grabs my hips and slams me down. With my feet planted on the floor I help meeting him thrust for thrust. His mouth comes down to take a nipple between his teeth and I whimper in pleasure, throwing my head back as my body tightens in preparation to explode.

“I can feel you tightening around my cock, Tiffany. Let go, give in to it. I want to watch you come undone,” he whispers into my ear as he continues to drive into me.

His hand comes between us to begin circling my clit. It’s my undoing. I gasp as the waves begin to push through me. It’s a slow tsunami building, sure to wreck me. Just before I tip the edge, he swallows my moans in an all consuming kiss that tapers into a soothing caress of tongues helping me to come down from the high.

Every nerve ending continues to tingle. I could sit here all day in his arms totally sated, but the realization of what we just did and where we did it slams into me like a freight train. I leap off and begin putting my scrubs back on.

“Whoa there, Brighten! You can’t just charge out of a storage closet. That won’t be obvious or anything.” He chuckles and it makes me murderous.

I swing around to face him pointing my finger right in his face. “You!”

“Me?” He gives me an amused smirk, so I slap him on his chest.

“You did this.”

“Yes, I guess I did. However, I’m pretty sure you were a willing participant. I believe there was some begging on your part. Unless, of course, I dreamt that.” Shrugging into his shirt looking all smug, he doesn’t even seem fazed by my outburst.

“You have some balls.”

“Two, in fact, but you know this already.”

“Ugh. You are my superior. Aren’t you supposed to set a good example?” I point out lamely.

He ponders my question for too long. “Probably, but I’ve wanted you for too long.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve known me for about two hours. Don’t be a creep.”

“Right.” He smiles.

“Okay, well do you have a plan to get us out of here undetected?” My nerves are shot, and the thought of getting caught doesn’t provide any sort of thrill for me. This is my career I’m messing with all because my damn hormones are that of a teenage girl.

“What’s your phone number?”

“What?” I screech. “This is hardly the time for that.”

“Give me your number and I’ll go first. If anyone is out there, I’ll say I was doing inventory. That isn’t abnormal. When the coast is clear, I’ll text you.”

I nod at his plan before rattling off the number and watching his back as he goes to exit. Right before he leaves, he turns to me once more.

“Tiffany, for what it’s worth, I don’t do these types of things. This was a first.”

I take in a breath. His words do something to soothe me. “Me too,” I whisper.

At that, he turns and leaves. Two minutes later I get the all clear and hurry out of the closet.

The rest of the day goes fast, and I don’t see Dr. Chaplin again. Being that it’s Friday, and I don’t have to be back until Monday, I’ll have some time to think about the events of today and regroup. As much as the rendezvous in the supply closet was fun, it can’t happen again.