Page 1 of Finally Yours
Chapter One
I loved her father as though he were my own. Why don’t I feel the least bit brotherly towards her?- Asher
Asher
Lyla’s wide blue eyes look up at me with complete innocence, in stark contrast to the act she’s performing. Her delicate hands tug on my cock as her mouth envelops the head. I’m already leaking, and I can feel skitters of electricity climbing up my spine, signaling my impending orgasm. I pull hard on her soft blonde curls, and she glances up at me again.God, I’ve wanted her like this, down on her knees for me, for years.
Her mouth on my cock is the sweetest pleasure. A pleasure I’ve denied myself for far too long. Months of working with her, years of admiring her and not having her…God, it’s all coming to a head…literally. She sucks on the tip of my penis again and then pulls back and places a kiss there. I groan and throw my head back in bliss.
When her mouth engulfs my length again, I glance down at her. This time her head is bowed in concentration.Fuck, that feels so fucking good.
My Lyla, my beautiful girl. She’s in her student nurse uniform, but her top buttons are unbuttoned. Her bountiful breasts spill out over the cups of her lacy bra. I imagine taking one of her light pink nipples in my mouth and…
BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ…Lyla’s eyes are looking up at me again. She’s slowly pulling away. She’s shaking her head.No, don’t go, my sweet girl. Don’t go.
BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ.Shit.My eyes pop open to the annoying sound.Fuck a duck.The vibration from my phone signals it’s time to get up for another day. I close my eyes for just one more second and picture my girl the way she was, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I stroke my hard cock through my boxers.Damn, what a dream.
I ignore the buzz of my phone alarm again long enough to stroke myself to a small orgasm. It’s not nearly the completion I wish for, but in my bed all alone, it’s as good as it gets. My body wants my girl. It wants to sink into her warmth, either the warmth of her mouth, or better yet, the warmth of her sweet, virginal pussy.
I fling my arm over my head. She told me that once. Can you believe that? Just mentioned oh, so casually that she was a virgin, right as she announced that she was going on a date with some random dude she met at her college library. Some guy that washer age.As opposed to me, thirteen years older and too damn old for an untouched virgin.But God how I wanted her.
As I scrub off in the shower, I try very hard to erase the image of Lyla taking me into her mouth. The image stays on repeat behind my tired eyes no matter what I do. I had a long shift at the hospital yesterday and I’m on again today. These dreams of Lyla are getting more vivid and harder to ignore. My cock wants me to make her my own, even if my brain knows better.
I dry off and step into my room, mentally trying to prepare myself for another long day of working alongside the woman who occupies all my thoughts, even my dreams these days. My gaze snags on the picture from her high school graduation that’s on my dresser.
On one side of Lyla, Dr. Michael Kennedy has a wide, proud smile plastered on his face while his arm is slung around his daughter. On her other side, my stilted smile stands out as I lightly touch her shoulder. In the middle, like a literal ray of sunshine, Lyla stands with a happy grin on her face. I will never forget that day.
I pick up the picture and trace the smile upon her plump lips. That was the day I realized my girl was growing up. It had been such an unhappy thought. Growing up and moving on. I was still thinking of her as a little girl when in truth she was becoming an adult.
Her father would die two years later and then reality would sink in. She wasn’t just a grown up. She was alone and I was the only one she could depend on. For a long time, I tried to keep the picture in my mind of how she once was. The girl I met at thirteen who had braces and wild, curly hair. The girl who giggled non-stop and blushed when she looked at me. I tried so very hard to remember her that way. I didn’t want to want her, and I didn’t feel that way about her until she was an adult, but there’s still a feeling of wrongness that I can’t escape. At least, that’s how others would look at it. For me, she’s the rightest thing in my life. But would she stay in my life if she knew what my dreams of her were like?
Over the years after her father’s death, we became closer than ever. It became harder and harder to picture her as a young girl anymore. She was an attractive woman with her own thoughts and feelings…and she was also the woman I was rapidly becoming obsessed with.
My phone buzzes again, this time with the signal of an incoming text message.
Lyla:Want the usual? Large black coffee, bear claw?
I smile.Of course,I text back.
Lyla: You know you’re ruining any health benefits of not getting sugar in your coffee with all the sugar in the bear claw, right?
Me: Like you aren’t getting a chocolate donut this morning? Lol
Lyla: Sigh. True. Long live sugar! See you soon doc.
My girl, always laughing, always joking.How was I ever going to get her out of my head?
Chapter Two
Playing doctor with him has become my greatest fantasy. -Lyla
Lyla
I sigh as the line in front of me barely moves. Glancing down at my watch, I realize that I only have ten minutes to get coffee for Asher and I. I need to get my booty upstairs before Nurse Ratched displays her pitched up constipatedYou are so in troublelook. That look is only slightly scarier than the normalwhy must I suffer idiotsglare that she usually wears. And no, her name isn’t really Nurse Ratched, but it may as well be. Nurse Vicky is the wicked witch of the west, at least in my world.
The line shuffles forward again and I glance around the guy in front of me. Two more people to go. My shoulders slump.Shit, can’t I just catch a break?
I’m three minutes late by the time I get upstairs to the General Surgery Unit. I skid to a halt in front of the nurse’s station, breathing hard. My race down the hallway from the elevator seemed like a marathon. I shake my head. I really, really need to work out. I look down at my curvy body with a scowl.Really.
