Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

4. Elena

4

ELENA

I got to my car and winced.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath.

The bag on my shoulder was cutting into my skin. I hefted it up and over and tossed it into the trunk of my old SUV. I was more than tired, and I was glad the day was over. A very long, grueling day. I had to go back in and get my kids from daycare, not that I minded. It was easier to do things this way than to try to carry the twins, especially after longer shifts like this when the kids were sleepy after spending all day there. The idea of the extra walk made my feet ache, but I talked myself into believing this was easier. That the extra steps were good for me.

Yet I still smiled.

As long and tiring as the day had been, it was also interesting. Good even. It had been a while since I’d had such a good day at work.

My boss, Tabitha, had been in an unusually good mood. The calls I was assigned to weren’t terrible and I was able to work with each of my favorite doctors. I loved when I got to do that instead of the asshole or grumpy ones. Miles, Josh, and Rick were great to work with and not only because they were easy on the eyes.

I opened the driver’s side door and slipped into the seat. I started to do this about a month and a half ago when my car started to give me headaches I didn’t need. I knew from the last time I took it into the mechanic, I was either going to need to seriously invest in fixing the old girl, or it was time to trade her in. Like my mechanic liked to tell me, I was on borrowed time.

I knew the trade-in was going to be a necessity, but I needed a car payment like I needed a hole in my head. I had been trying to buy as much time as I could, saving up a bigger down payment so the monthly rate wouldn’t be so steep.

Every day I got into my old SUV was like playing Russian roulette. My sister, Rosie, helped me out when she could, lending me her car when mine didn’t want to start and she was home. I slipped the key in and started it, but I should have known.

The car didn’t make a sound.

“Shit,” I whispered again. My time had run out. I rested the back of my head against the headrest. “Fuck,” I cursed and sighed.

This was the last thing I needed. I glanced at my watch and frowned. It was late, a little after seven in the evening. I was supposed to be off an hour earlier but had been held up. I got out, shut the door, and moved to the trunk to rifle through my bag and realized I didn’t have my phone.

“Shit! Crap! Crap! Shittty crap!” I groaned. My long, somewhat good day just turned to even longer. Somehow, I’d managed to forget my phone in my locker. The bright side was that I had come to the car first before getting the kids. If Betsy or Mike heard me cursing, they would keep repeating mommy’s bad words all night.

Now I had to heft my ass back to the emergency room, grab my phone before anyone could see me and ask me to do something, and run to the daycare, then call Triple A for help, I could call Rosie, but she was across town, where she worked for three hunks of her own. There was no way I could bug her. Not again.

“Think, El. Think,” I mumbled to myself as I slipped out of my SUV.

If it wasn’t making a sound, it was more than likely the battery. Okay, a battery was doable. I could get that. I got this . I just had to be logical. I chewed on my bottom lip. I could ask someone for a jump? I winced.

I hated asking for help. Bugging them, when more than likely they were probably looking forward to heading home just like I was. Why would I want to inconvenience anyone? Then, without trying, three handsome doctors popped into my mind. They would help. They wouldn’t even hesitate. One or all three would jump right in. Then, because I was sex-depraved and crazy when it came to them, my imagination, like usual, ran wild with possibilities of just how helpful they would be.

I couldn’t do that.

No, I had to figure this out on my own. With every step I took, my feet protested. My shoes were worn thin, and even if they weren’t, they would hurt after an over twelve-hour shift. I smiled tightly at Rick, who was seeing a patient, then waved at Miles. I walked toward the back, where only staff was allowed, and into the locker room. It was shockingly empty and quiet, only the sound of a shower running. I hurried to my locker and grabbed my phone and quickly called the daycare. Thankfully, it was Julia, my favorite person at the daycare, who answered.

“Hey! You okay? Did they hold you for longer?”

“No, umm, I’m good. It’s just my car wouldn’t start. Do you mind if they stay with you just a little longer? Until I figure something out or get us an Uber to take us home.”

“Oh, girl, don’t you worry. They look like they’re about to fall asleep. And three kids weren’t brought in, so you’re good. We have the space.”

“Thank you.” I sighed with relief. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you, Julia!”

“Anytime, girl. We single mommas have to stick together. Do you know what might be wrong with it?”

“I think it might be the battery,” I shared my diagnosis.

“Hmm… I’ll ask around here if anyone has some jumper cables. If they do, I’ll text you.”

“Thank you. But don’t worry; I was going to ask someone around here.” I half-lied. I still wasn’t sure if I’d have the guts.

“Well, either way, don’t stress. If it’s the battery, at least it’s an easy fix, right?”

“Right.” I smiled at her encouraging words. She had no idea how she encouraged me from falling apart in a panic.

“The kids are fine here.”

“Thank you, Julia. I’ll be right over as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry, I got them.” And with that, we ended the call.

I stared into my locker for a moment, and my stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten anything since the morning. I usually kept a granola bar or snack of some sort in there, but I’d just cleaned it out and thrown everything in the bag I’d left in my trunk.

Of course, I did.

I was about to shut my locker door when I heard it.

A deep, very masculine groan.

One that made my body temperature bump up about ten degrees in a second. Then it sounded again. It was coming from the showers. I swallowed hard. From where my locker was, all I had to do was look up. I might have been in toward the far end of the lockers, but there was a safety mirror in the corner.

Being the height I was, you wouldn’t think I would be able to see anything. But the way it was tipped gave me a clear shot the showers. My eyes accidentally, or not accidentally, drifted to the mirror, and my breath stilted in my chest.

Josh.

Dr. Josh Silver was in the shower.

My eyes dropped immediately, and I took a moment. There were so many things I should do. I should run out. I should make my presence known. I should walk right out and find solutions to the fact my car hadn’t started.

I didn’t have time to waste.

I had to get my kids home, for goodness’ sake!

Yet…

The thought of slipping out undetected faded away when I heard a third groan echo in the air. So deep and masculine my nipples tightened, and my breasts felt heavy. My skin felt hot from the top of my head to my toes. It’d been forever since I heard that sound, in real life at least. What? I was a woman who had needs. I watched porn on occasion. Sure, when I did, I had the door locked and headphones popped into my ears, but I still watched it.

Then I heard it. My name rumbled past his lips, and all thoughts of what was right or wrong disappeared. As quietly as I could, I snuck toward the shower area of the co-ed locker room and swallowed hard. The air was steamy and thick. Josh was taking a hot shower. A very hot shower. Now, in this space, the sounds he made were clearer, louder. They seemed to vibrate through the air and against the walls.

My body felt hot and prickly. Goose bumps flared to life on my skin from head to toe.

“Elena.” My name had never sounded better. “Fuck,” he groaned louder. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Not completely at least. My hand lifted to my chest as it rose and fell quicker and shallower. I stepped closer and stopped when I noticed Josh’s shower curtain wasn’t closed completely. I should have rushed away, but the sight of his bare muscular body assaulted me, and every single sliver of common sense and decorum was wiped away. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even shut my eyes for a mere second to blink.

Josh was beautiful.

Built like a Greek statue with defined muscles that flexed and strained over his pale skin that was pink from the heat of the water. God, this is such a huge invasion of privacy. Yet knowing that, I didn’t move. His arm rested above his head on the white tile. At least there is no way of getting caught? The stream of the shower pelted down on his body, streaming down his fair skin. I bit down on my lip to stifle a groan of my own. God, he was beautiful. This moment, watching him like I was, was worse than me kissing Rick.

I was a mess.

A very hot, crazy, extremely wet mess.

I was about to find the courage to take a step back, when he moved. Giving me an unobstructed view of his hand on his cock. My mouth actually watered. He was big. Really big. So big and thick I wanted to do nothing more than move toward him and get on my knees so I could take him in my mouth and do whatever it took to make him feel good enough to make the sounds he was making on his own.

I watched his big hand glide up and down his long shaft. Unable to believe how girthy he was, I wondered what it would feel to be stretched out by that thing. Filled to the brim. His length was impressive, but the thickness of his manhood… it was unreal.

Oh god, what am I doing?

Watching him like some perv! Taking in the sight like it was a show while he pleasured himself? If he turned just a tiny, little bit, he would see me. It wasn’t like I was hiding. He’d catch me creeping in the shower room. He’d think I was sick.

Get out of here! the small sane part of me that was left shouted. I moved and accidentally bonked my foot against the trashcan next to me. Time seized along with my lungs. Breathing was impossible.

I watched half-horrified, half-excited when Josh turned his head. It all happened in slow motion. Our eyes connected. If I didn’t feel like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, I would have noticed he didn’t seem surprised to see me.

“Elena,” he moaned, and for some reason, my feet took a step forward.

And then another.

“Baby,” he breathed. His rough, deep voice sounded like he was in pain. My breathing felt choppy, and my chest rose and fell while I was still unable to believe I was actually watching him. I’d thought about this. But reality? The size of him? The magnitude of his body and the way he looked at me? Wow! His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down like he was trying to take heavy gulps of air. “Fuck. You look good,” he rasped. There was an animalistic quality to his voice.

“Josh,” I whispered. His cool, icy blue gaze darkened as he stood there. The water pounded down on him. His hair was damp, his hand still wrapped around his big dick as it shuttled up and down his manhood. He was beautiful. Sinfully sexy.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off him.

Josh was incredible. Big and tall. Strong. I knew he was built and muscular but seeing his body without a stitch covering him gave me a whole other perspective. I felt so small in front of him, but not in a bad way.

His hand never stopped moving either.

I licked my lips while my eyes dropped to his front. I was surprised not one tattoo marred his fair skin. Freckles seemed to be scattered across his chest and shoulders.

“Elena,” he gritted through his teeth. I trembled, pressing my thighs together to alleviate the warm, damp pressure building. He crooked his finger with his free hand, and without hesitation, I moved toward him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing! I stopped mere inches from the shower without stepping in. With the shower curtain, droplets touched the tiled floor and misted the tips of my shoes.

Not that I cared or was paying attention to that.

“You like what you see?” he asked, rougher than I had ever heard him speak to anyone, much less to me.

I nodded because I didn’t trust myself.

Go in there with him! Help him out! the slutty little devil on my shoulder goaded while the angel on the other stayed mute.

“Fuck, baby.” He licked his lips. “Lift your top for me,” he ordered.

It felt like I was under a spell.

Hypnotized to follow his every demand, I did as he asked. His groan created sweat at the back of my neck, ignoring the fact this was the first time I’d semi flashed anyone in a long time.

“Shit! Look at that fucking cleavage,” he growled, his nose flared. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, tightening his hand around his cock. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck those tits of yours.”

“Josh,” I whispered. What I wouldn’t give to fuck those tits of yours. His words replayed in my head. I’d give anything to try that! I added that to my growing list of things I’d want to try out one day. Tit fucking. I’d have to look it up to see how it worked logistically.

“One day.” His eyes caught mine, and for a moment, I wondered if he could read what I was thinking. If I was that transparent. There was truth in his words. One day. It was a promise, not just dirty words slipping past his lips. “You have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasped. It felt like my knees were about to give out one me. He’d want this? Maybe Rick hadn’t been lying to me? Maybe they did want me, too?

“Your eyes on me. Watching me. Looking at me like you are. Like you want my dick in your mouth more than you want to breathe. Fuck,” he clipped hoarsely. “You like this, don’t you? You like watching me.” His breath came out jagged when I nodded, unable to get myself to walk away or lie.

“Spit on it,” he mumbled. “Fucking shit, baby girl.“ His jaw clenched. “Spit on my cock right now. Please,” he pleaded. His head tipped back, and his chest rose and fell. “Make me wet. Wet it for me, Elena.” Josh sounded like he was almost in pain. Those icy blue eyes were focused on me, silently begging for me. I had no idea why I did what he wanted, but I did.

I leaned forward, still keeping some distance from getting too close and stepping into the shower along with him. I was leaning close enough to feel the soft ricochet of the warm steam from his shower, and I spit. Twice. My saliva dropped onto his length. When my eyes caught his, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. The sound he made was half-animalistic, half-tortured. It made my nipples tighten further beneath my white plain bra. I watched him rub it all along the length of him.

“Watch me,” he demanded. “You see how you got me. So fucking hot. All damn day. Every day we work together, Elena.” His jaw strained almost painfully. “We don’t even have to work together.” Everything inside me felt like it was suddenly hotter than molten lava. “Just thinking about you gets me like this.”

“Josh,” I whispered.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, and my eyes widened as I took in the intense taut way his face contorted tightly a beat before he growled once again, roaring my name way too loudly as he came. His release streamed out ribbon after ribbon, dripping to the tiled floor, only to be washed away by the shower water.

“Jesus Christ, El.” I swallowed. Josh ate me up with his stare as it roved up and down my body. My scrub top was still above my bra, showing him the swell of my breasts and belly button. Josh turned to take care of the water that was still running, and something inside me felt like it woke up.

Like being snapped out of whatever spell I’d been under, it felt like a bucket of ice water was emptied over me. Reality slammed into me. What had just happened. What I’d done. What I had walked in on and watched. Not just from afar, but up close in a front row seat. What I interrupted and had even helped with.

Reality was a bitch, and I was mortified.

And seriously turned on.

I’d been married, but even having been married, that moment with Josh and the kiss with Rick blew anything else out of the water. Each had been leaps and bounds better than I’d ever had.

“Ohmygod!” I whispered under my breath.

Before Josh had turned the water off, with his back still to me, I turned and ran. First, I’d kissed Rick, and now I’d not only watched Josh jerk off but had helped him. Embarrassment and something else, something that felt like pride mixed with excitement, crept in.

But mortification and fear won.

I ran out, ignoring everyone I’d possibly pass. I hurried out of the emergency room area and straight to the daycare. I’d figure out my car in the morning. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I called an Uber.

I was a mom.

I had twins who counted on me.

I didn’t have time to date. I couldn’t even go on a blind date, much less date three doctors I worked with! If it went to hell like most of my relationships did? I would not only be putting my heart on the line, but my job, too. It was bad enough that I lived paycheck to paycheck. I couldn’t afford to put my livelihood on the line. No matter how hot the doctors were or what they made me feel!

What the hell was I thinking?!