Page 3 of Summer Sky
“Oh my god, this is too much! You just slapped her in the face with your dong!” Tears are streaming down Travis’s face. “I can’t wait to tell Turner and Tanner.”
I grab my shaft, trying to cover it up again, and give Sky an apologetic look before turning back to Travis. “Get out! Don’t you dare tell our brothers about this. And who calls it a dong nowadays anyway?”
“Fine. I’ll leave, but this is too good not to share with our brothers.” Thankfully, Travis leaves the room before I punch him.
“Sorry about Travis.”
“Not a problem,” Sky says, sliding her chair closer to the counter. She puts on a pair of gloves and opens a package containing some kind of tools, then scoots back to me.
I moan, almost spilling my seed, as her gloved hand cups my right ball, making her jerk back in surprise. “Did that hurt?” She looks up at me, and all I can think about are those full lips wrapped around my cock.
“No. I just wasn’t expecting you to touch me there.” I grit my teeth and silently count backward from one hundred. “I’m ready now. Go ahead and remove it.”
She places her left hand back on my right testicle and gently cups it, moving it out of her way while putting her face closer to the tick before pinching it with her tweezers and gently lifting it up and away from my body, freeing it from my skin.
“Got him!” She holds the tiny bloodsucker up in the air with a triumphant smile, then places it in a plastic container before twisting the lid on. “We’ll send it off to the state lab for testing.”
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure how to get it off, and as you saw, Travis is of no help.” I say, my pants and underwear still resting around my thighs.
“You can, uh, pull up your pants.” Her gaze shifts to my shaft again, and I notice she bites her lower lip. “Um, unless you need me to look for any more ticks.”
“No, that’s okay.” I pull up my pants and tuck in my shirt before zipping up. “I had Travis check before we got here.” Why did I say that? I could have had Sky’s hands on the rest of my body.
“Oh, okay. Here’s your discharge paperwork.” She hands me a small stack of papers. “Dr. Grey wants you to take an antibiotic. We sent the prescription to the pharmacy. He also wants you to have your blood drawn to check if the tick infected you with Lyme’s Disease. I’ll walk you to the lab.” I follow her out of the exam room and down the hallway, passing a row of offices that I recognize as my speech therapist Sara’s office.
“Hey, Tucker.” Sara steps out of her office, smiling widely at me. Sara has been a fantastic speech therapist—my stutter is nearly gone.
“Hey, Sara,” I reply with a smile, still keeping step with Sky. “I’ll see you Friday.”
“Sounds good.” She gives me a little wave. “I’ll see you then.”
I keep watching Sky in silence—her body language isn’t as relaxed as it was a few minutes ago.
“Here we are," she says, stopping in front of a desk marked 'Lab.' “Sharon will take it from here. Someone will call you in a few days with those results.” She turns and walks away, leaving me speechless at her curt behavior.
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“So, how big isit?” my friend and fellow nurse Hazy asks.
“He’s related to Turner and Tanner, so you know it has to be huge," Rayne, my other nurse friend, replies.
This conversation is already embarrassing enough, but having to talk about it in front of Tucker’s brothers’ girlfriends takes it to a whole new level. Oh, and did I mention, Tucker’s sister, Tessa, is sitting with us.
“Eww. I do not want to hear how big my brothers’ penises are.” Tessa crinkles her nose and shakes her head. “As far as I’m concerned, they look like Ken dolls down there—flat and smooth--nothing to look at.”
“Oh, there is plenty to look at.” Hazy wiggles her eyebrows.
“At least nine inches worth,” Rayne high-fives Hazy.
“Nope. This conversation is over. I can’t believe Travis told everyone what happened. He’s my least favorite brother right now.”
He’s also my least favorite person right now. If he had kept his mouth shut, I wouldn’t be having this conversation. It’s bad enough that Hazy and Rayne came to Wintervale after me, but they also managed to snag the men of their dreams, who happen to be brothers, before I could claim my dream guy.
I wish Grace were here—at least then I’d have one friend who wasn’t dating one of Tucker’s brothers or related to him. Oh, who am I kidding? If Grace were still here, she’d be with Travis.
Clearly, Tucker isn’t interested in me—otherwise, he would have asked me out by now. Sure, his penis was hard during the exam, but that doesn’t mean anything. He was just embarrassed—it's a normal reaction.
