Crush - Kelsie Rae Page 0,7

to look down at the swoon-worthy guy who’s between my legs right now.

“Alright, Marcy. Can you open your legs for me a little bit? Relax and let your knees fall apart?”

“Yup,” I squeak. With as much focus as I can muster, I pull up an image of an old guy with saggy balls, but it does nothing to erase Dr. Bennett’s touch. My muscles quiver as he slips his finger into me. He isn’t doing anything inappropriate. The person who deserves to be sued right now is me. I’m the problem. Me and my needy libido that has been dormant for way too long before insisting on making its appearance in the middle of a freaking pelvic exam.

His fingers probe my cervix, and I arch my back up a centimeter, if that, before digging my teeth into my lower lip to keep from gasping.

Do not. I repeat, do not orgasm while on this table, Marcy or so help me, I will die from embarrassment, I order.

I squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten while my skin prickles with awareness.

“Alright.” His touch disappears. “You’re all finished. Everything looks good so far. Your cervix is normal, and everything is right where it should be. I’ll see you in a month for another check-up, okay?”

Avoiding his eyes, I focus on his hands as he removes his gloves. When I notice the worn silver band around his ring finger on his left hand, my brows furrow.

“You’re married?” I blurt out. How the hell didn’t I notice that before? And I thought Dylan said––

“I’m sorry?” he asks before tossing the used gloves into the garbage can while studying me carefully.

“Nothing.” I want to slap my forehead but restrain myself and scramble to change the subject. “Thanks for today and for being so accommodating with Anthony and Sway. I know it’s a little unconventional, especially for a small town. I really appreciate it.”

Glancing down at his left hand, he hesitates before squeezing the back of his neck. “Anytime. See you in a month, Marcy Holden. Take it easy.”

“I will.”

Then he leaves me alone with Tracey who’s knowing smile makes me wanna smack her. “You can get dressed now. Once you’re ready, go up front to make your next appointment.”

“Okay. I’ll do that. Thanks.”

“And don’t worry,” she keeps her voice low. “Dr. Bennett is used to those kinds of reactions. At least your husband wasn’t in the room, right? Now that’s awkward. Have a good one.”

She walks out of the room like she didn’t just give me a heart attack while I sit frozen on the exam table for a solid five minutes before convincing myself to get dressed.

I’m gonna kill Dylan.

3

Marcy

“You didn’t tell me he looked like a damn popsicle on a hot summer day,” I growl into my cell.

Dylan’s laugh echoes through the speaker. “I told you he was a babe.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t mention how freaking lickable he is.”

“I know, huh? It’s a good thing Grady is also lickable, but I feel bad for the husbands who aren’t firefighters because they gotta be jealous of Dr. Hottie and his gorgeous face.” I can practically hear the smile in her voice as she mentions her husband, Grady, and I don’t blame her.

He’s definitely lickable, and I’m not the only one who thinks so. When he got roped into modeling for a firefighter calendar a few years ago, the entire town was raving about the guy. He was the star of the show.

“Yeah, well, you also failed to mention he’s married,” I emphasize the word as if it’s a curse.

“What?”

“He had on a ring, Dyl.”

“Well yeah, but––”

“Nope.” I shake my head even though she can’t see me. “I don’t wanna hear it. Besides, even if he didn’t have a ring, it would be weird to date my doctor no matter how lickable he is. And I’m not even looking to date anyone, anyway. I mean…a solid booty call would be nice, but that’s about all the commitment I can handle right now, and I blame the stupid hormones for that too.”

“Are you even allowed to have a booty call? Since, ya know, it’s not your kid? Aren’t they worried about STDs and stuff? I know I’ve asked you this before, but you didn’t answer me. And now that you’ve seen Dr. Bennett, I’m going to go ahead and assume you can see why I’m curious about the parameters.”

“Dammit! I forgot about the parameters.” I stick my lower lip out. “No sex for this girl unless