Worlds Collide (Fan Service #6)

8. CJ

EIGHT

CJ

Six Weeks Later

“Good job, Sounders.” Dr. Yang claps me on the shoulder as we walk out of the OR. “I’m going to be benevolent today and let you go get something to eat while I tell the family.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, beyond grateful. “I’ll have the chart updated before you’re done with your own lunch,” I say, then salute him and walk away before he can call me back for being a dork.

An eight-year-old had come into the ER. She’d been in a horrifying car accident with her mother, and a piece of metal from the car that crashed into theirs flew through the windshield and lodged itself into the girl’s abdomen. It nicked her large intestine and her liver, and was a pain in the ass to fix, but we got it done in less than five hours.

Besides us, there was an ortho surgeon in the room fixing her right tibia and a neurologist monitoring her concussion. We got word about an hour ago that the mother was out of surgery and would make a full—though long—recovery, so all in all, it’s been a day of wins.

As I walk to the staff-only elevator to get to the cafeteria, I can’t help but lean my whole body against the back wall.

I didn’t have any misconceptions about what being a surgeon would be like. Exhaustion might as well be my middle name, but I still think it’s worth it.

I’ve only worked eleven weeks in this hospital and I think I’ve learned more already than I did at med school.

The attendings in the pediatric department are amazing. They’re funny, and most important to me, they’re kind. Like every doctor who I told I wanted to go into pediatrics told me, the hardest part of the job is the parents, but since I know what it’s like when a parent literally doesn’t give a shit, I can very easily tolerate those who’re too pushy and protective.

I respect it.

I get out of the elevator and use the hallway that’s kind of hidden unless you know where it is to get to the cafeteria, and I see a man walking in my direction. He’s looking down at his phone, but I see the now-longer mop of blond hair and stop in my tracks.

“Wolf?” I ask, baffled as to why he’s here, and why he’s using this hallway.

He looks up sharply and frowns when he sees me. Yeah, I should’ve known that would be his reaction. I left him hanging in the worst of ways and I can’t blame the guy for walking out on me in the middle of the night. I don’t think I’d do the same, but it doesn’t surprise me coming from Wolf.

“Hi,” he tells me shortly. At least he’s talking to me.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t look sick or hurt, so that’s something I can rule out. I bring my tablet in front of me and hold it with both hands for some reason. I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?

Maybe because I haven’t stopped thinking about the way he sucked my soul out of my dick. Maybe it’s because I know he lied to his brother about why he left in the middle of the night, so I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about it. Maybe it’s because I still haven’t told anyone but him that I’m bi.

Yeah, that’s probably why.

“Came in for some tests.” He stuffs his phone in his jeans and crosses his arms. Clearly he wants to make it clear through his body language that he doesn’t want to speak to me, but all that move does is remind me of our talk in my bedroom.

“Are you going home now?”

“No. I have to stay in the city because I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow to talk about the results from my tests.”

“Where are you staying?” Maybe he’ll want to stay over at my place. Gracie and I have a spare bedroom that we use as a kind of office. I could?—

“At the Certon.” He crushes my delusions with that clipped, back-off tone of his, but his eyes lower to my lips. He looks back up at my eyes so fast that I think I might’ve imagined it.

It gives me the courage to ask what I would’ve asked if he’d been there in the morning last month.

“Do you want to go to?—”

“I have to go now,” he says before I can get the whole question out.

“Oh.” Before I can think of something else to ask him, he’s already walking around me.

“Bye.”

“See you,” I call out, then once more collapse against the wall.

I know that the night of Mike and Theo’s wedding was... well, it more than likely sucked for Wolf. I get that. He probably wants to forget the whole thing ever happened, but there’s no way I’ll ever be able to.

I want to make it up to him, in any form he’ll find acceptable, and if that makes me sound sleazy, well... I’d be more than happy to be an absolute slut for Wolf Storm, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.

“What the hell am I doing?” I mumble to myself as I stand in front of the hotel door. “Come on Sounders, just raise your hand and knock on the door.”

I take a deep breath and decide I better get to it because I can’t keep talking to myself—it’s getting me nowhere.

I realize now, that the way I went about this—although it was my only option as far as I could tell—was more than likely a bad idea.

Calling Derek, telling him Wolf left his watch at the hospital, getting his room number from him... it was all so dishonest and unnecessary.

I should’ve just left it alone.

For fuck’s sake, how clearer can Wolf be?

He doesn’t want anything to do with me, so I have to back off, I have to?—

The door opens and Wolf takes one step out into the hallway. He crosses his arms and, dear lord , he isn’t wearing a leather jacket now, so I can see the way his biceps bunch.

“What are you doing here?” he asks gruffly.

“I, uh, I?—”

“Derek told me you were bringing me my watch. Is it this watch you were referring to?” He holds up his left hand. “Or is it the imaginary one I definitely left at the hospital.”

I suck both lips into my mouth because this is absolutely mortifying. God, I’m so fucking pathetic, chasing after the hot rock star.

“Sorr—” I start to apologize when Wolf takes another step forward and... sniffs me? What the hell? Maybe I’m not the only weird one here. “What are you doing?” I ask, perplexed.

“You’re not drunk are you?” he asks with narrowed eyes.

“No,” I tell him, a bit offended for some reason.

“Good.”

Then he’s grabbing my collar and pulling me in until his lips crash against mine. He pushes my lips open right away and bites my lower lip roughly. I moan into his mouth and thrust my tongue in. I need to taste him. I missed this last time so...

I bring my hand up to cup his cheek and he starts walking backward without ungluing his mouth from mine, and when we’re over the threshold, he slams the door shut and pushes me against the wall.

There’s a thump of something falling on the carpeted floor, but I don’t pay it any mind. I throw both arms over his shoulders and welcome him in when he licks at my tongue expertly and reaches down to squeeze my ass.

“Yes, that,” I pant. It’s the best way I know how to tell him I want to have him inside me as soon as humanly possible.

“What’s in the bag?” he growls, and bends his head to kiss below my ear.

“Bag?” I ask. I’m really trying to follow, but I’ve been thinking about kissing Wolf for an embarrassing amount of time. It only got worse after he refused to kiss me last time, which was for a good reason of course, but now it’s finally happening, so I don’t really care about anything else .

“You dropped a bag just now,” he says between chuckles. The little bursts of air against my skin do nothing for my ability to focus.

“I did?” Breathless, I trail my hands down his back and enjoy every new inch I touch.

“Focus, CJ,” Wolf says in a growl. He looks up and pulls my groin against him at the same time. I feel how hard he is and don’t have a shred of remorse in me when my reaction is to grind against him.

“No way I can focus right now. Need you,” I whisper and go in for another taste of his lips. Then I take a page out of his book and start exploring his neck. “I showered at the hospital and got ready. I was hoping this would happen.”

“Fuck.” He spits out the word and takes two full steps back. “Have you ever had something in your ass before?” His brow is creasing more and more as I just stare at him with my hands hanging uselessly in front of me.

“Yes,” I say very slowly. Like waking up from a midday nap, my brain is taking a long time to come back to reality. “My fingers.” I clear my throat and shake my head. “And a dildo.”

“Good, then follow me and get naked.”

He walks away and takes off his shirt in one quick move before I finally follow after him.

Wolf

“Are we really—” CJ asks from behind me but I cut him off.

“Yes, we are. Get on the bed.”

“You just told me I had to get naked.”

I spin around and narrow my eyes at him. His eyes trail down my torso and despite the unmistakable hunger I see in them, self-consciousness wins out so I cross my arms in front of me again.

“Get naked first and then get on the bed. I’m gonna grab a condom.”

I walk into the bathroom and stay in there for way too long considering it takes me about two seconds to find the condom in my toiletry bag.

I stare at my reflection and remind myself that clearly CJ saw something he liked. It’s going to be fine. I’m gonna succeed in making CJ’s first time with a man good and enjoyable and fucking unforgettable and then I’ll be able to get him out of my head.

“Sweet Mary and Joseph,” I can’t help but blurt out in a breathy voice as soon as I come out and see CJ splayed for me like a sacrifice. Nothing has gotten that kind of reaction out of me in a very long time, and honestly, I don’t want to think about that because it’s just going to make me overthink this whole situation even more.

“Come over here, Wolf,” CJ demands, but it sounds more like a plea—one I have no shot at denying.

I take off my pants and briefs in one movement and climb on top of him the next second. I go straight for his lips again—another thing I can’t resist. I’ve been thinking about these lips since the second he offered them to me and I had to say no, so I take my time. I lick the top lip, then his slightly pouty lower one, before I push them open and accept his intrusion gratefully.

Meanwhile, his hands travel down my back again and squeeze hard every few seconds. A moan escapes me when he gets to my ass and pulls me hard against him. That gorgeous dick I haven’t been able to get out of my fantasies is hard and ready to blow, so I know there won’t be any kind of foreplay today. At least not any more of it .

I push away from him and sit on my haunches. “Spread your legs,” I command.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually I get the perfect view of his slightly relaxed hole. “Perfect,” I murmur. I circle it a few times and smirk at the way CJ twitches, then look up to see his face. I don’t want to miss a single hitch in his breath for one, but also, if he’s even slightly uncomfortable with anything, I want to know. “Okay?” I ask quietly.

“Uh-huh,” he says with a nod, then I get distracted by the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. “Could we maybe speed things up, though?” There’s a moan in his voice somehow, and it springs me into action.

I put on the condom then curse myself for not getting the lube too, so I run to the bathroom and back in just five seconds then I focus on CJ again.

I coat two of my fingers, then probe him with just one. It slides right in and I pull and push a few times until I’m convinced he can take two painlessly. While I loosen him even more, I try to pour lube down my desperate erection.

“Wolf, please. I swear I’m ready now.” CJ keeps cajoling while I push three fingers in, but he doesn’t know. Not really.

Dildos are cool, I guess, but they’re not even close to the real thing, so yeah, he doesn’t know that he’s not ready. After a few more minutes though, I feel like it’s enough, and I pull my fingers out slowly then shuffle forward and place my hands splayed out over his thighs.

“You want to be on top to start?” I offer tentatively. I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s first and it’s just now occurring to me that I might not be the best person for the job.

But CJ looks at me with those deep blue eyes and I feel murderous at the thought of another man being in my position. It’s not gonna happen.

“Like this,” he whispers and reaches for me with both arms. I want to go to him, but first I make sure my dick is aligned and I push in just the tip. “Oh.” He sounds surprised, and his mouth is adorably half-open. “More, Wolf. More.”

I do as he says and give him a couple of inches more. Before I bury myself in him completely I lean forward, rest my forearms next to his head, and suck his lower lip lightly.

“Ready?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

He envelops me in his arms while I sink into his warm, tight hole. It’s as good as I imagined. Even better somehow. He squeezes me tight, and then his arms mimic the action while I explore him with my mouth. After a long moment, I pull my hips back and then simply get lost in him.

I lose track of time.

All I know is CJ, with his firm skin, the rough stubble on his cheeks, the way his eyes look almost black, the way his hands feel on my arms and eventually on my ass. He pulls me in hard and strains his neck up to seek my mouth again, while I keep thrusting into him until I find the perfect way to hit his prostate with every movement of my hips.

He can’t control himself anymore by then. He just moans my name, long and loud, and blindly reaches down for his erection.

“That’s good, little rich boy,” I encourage him. “Get yourself there. I want to see you come with my dick in you.”

“It’s so good, Wolf.”

“Show me,” I whisper, and thrust hard one more time while he pulls on his cock, and come spills out of him while he again does his best to shout the house down .

I would relish how I make him forget himself and put his vocal cords to the test, but the way his hole gets tight around me as he goes over the edge blanks my mind until I’m mindlessly fucking him.

Until I follow him and spill inside the condom.

I stay put for a long time, lying fully on top of him and hearing his harsh breaths right against my ear, and I guess he’s getting the same treatment because damn, he got me worked up. His hands, still on my ass, start to move again, to seemingly caress every inch of my body.

“So, what’s in the bag?” I ask, still panting.

CJ lets out a breathless laugh that makes me smile against his neck. Thank God he can’t see me, that would ruin my reputation.

“Tacos from my favorite food truck. It’s right around the corner from the hospital.”

“Did you bring enough for me?” I ask, just wanting to make sure.

“I bought a dozen.”

“Good little rich boy,” I tease and he swats at my ass.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, but when I raise my torso to see him, he damn near blinds me with his smile.