Vet's Desire (12 page)

The desire
welled up between them; she felt the tension coiling inside Tim’s
body as he thrust harder, pounding into her faster, hips moving
powerfully. Her body responded, her inner muscles clamping down,
trying to milk him as he pushed her higher up the pinnacle, and
then he shifted the angle of his body, his shaft rubbing over
something deep inside her, and she shattered almost
immediately.

Every sensation
she had welled up and burst forth, tossing her away in a
splintering of fiery eroticism before rolling her under and back,
only to throw her back out in another wild, fiery tide.

The last thing
she heard before sweet, blessed, delicious oblivion took her, was
her name shouted out and Tim’s hips slamming against her, his
stiffening, and the bite of his fingers on her bottom as he
climaxed.

Floating down
in euphoria, Cindy smiled against Tim’s chest, her cheek pillowed
on a surprisingly hard, yet comfortable pectoral muscle. She felt
it flex under her cheek as he moved slightly.

Mmmm, well,
this had been a day for surprises.

He shifted
again and she felt his lips against her hair, nuzzling contentedly.
Long fingers spread out on her bottom, the fingers of one hand
grazing her bottom cleft.

Oh shit
.
Her eyes popped open. She was half naked, in Tim’s arms, and he -
what the hell had just happened?

Her relaxed
stance of leaning against him with her arms looped loosely around
his neck changed as she stiffened, her arms sliding down.

Oh shit. Oh
shit shit
shit!
Oh, God, it had been - damned wonderful, in
fact. More than that. He’d totally rocked her world.

Probably rocked
her kitchen table, too. She couldn’t stifle the sudden giggle that
broke free.

In response,
Tim shifted and the nuzzling in her hair stopped. Abruptly he
straightened, his hand disappearing from her bottom like
lightening.

He stepped back
so fast that she almost fell off the table, mainly because it was
only his body holding her balanced on it. Immediately he stepped
forward again, cushioning her as she tipped over so that she landed
hard against him. Only this time his arms didn’t lovingly curve
around her, instead, he gripped her upper arms firmly.

But definitely
not a loving grip. Or a sexual one.

Looking up, she
met his shuttered gaze, but his bemusement was plain to
observe.

“Well.” She
finally broke the silence that grew between them. “If this is your
idea of a house call, I must say, I’m impressed.”

He pulled her
off the table so fast her head swam. Grabbing the table behind her
to steady herself, she watched as he pulled the used condom off and
yanked his boxers and jeans back into place.

Pulling the
zipper up, Tim glanced at her. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” She
tugged her skirt down and it swirled around her knees.

“This.” He
gestured to the table behind her.

“Don’t be.” She
smiled. “I’d be a hypocrite if I said I didn’t enjoy it. And you
didn’t force me.”

His gaze
flicked over her, from the top of her mussed blonde hair, over her
breasts which she was in the act of trying to get into her bra
cups, down over her belly and lower, barely skimming her thighs
before rising up again to study her face. “You’re not the kind of
girl I have sex with.”

The words made
her flinch, but she wasn’t sure if he meant her type or girls her
weight. “In what way do I not meet with your approval?”

Stepping back,
Tim sighed and flicked his fingers at her. “It’s not that, it’s
just…you. You’re not the usual kind I have…intimate relations
with.”

“Intimate
relations? That’s rather cold.”

“Sex is meant
to be just physical gratification.”

“I didn’t
gratify you?” A little angry now, not to mention hurt and, yes, a
growing sense of embarrassment, Cindy snapped her bra closed and
pulled her t-shirt down.

“Sure you did.
It was…nice.”

“Nice.”

“Different.
Yes, a different experience.”

“Because I’m
not the usual skinny girl you date.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes
narrowed.

His widened a
little as her meaning hit home. “I mean no!”

“Yes or no?
Though I rather think the second answer might be closer to the
truth.”

“I mean…” She
could just see the wheels turning frantically inside his head. “I
mean, no, it’s not because I date skinny girls. Slim girls. It’s
just I don’t date your kind.”

“That hole is
getting deeper, arsehole. Keep digging and I’ll cover it up with
you in it.”

Obviously
trying to regain control of the situation, Tim placed his hands on
his lean hips and stood straighter. “You’re reading this the wrong
way.”

“Am I?” Placing
her own hands on her ample hips, she glared at him.

“Definitely.”

“Have you ever
dated a big girl, Tim?”

His jaw worked
a little. “Um…”

“Don’t lie to
me.”

“Okay, no.”

“So your normal
type is slim.”

“Don’t forget
rich and grasping.”

“I’m rich.”

“You’re not
grasping.”

“So wouldn’t
that make me perfect for a quick shag?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Tim floundered
for words, she could see his mind practically swelling under the
strain of it. “You’re a nice girl.”

“You
think?”

“I don’t have
sex with nice girls.”

“Apparently you
just did. But I was a mistake.”

“That’s right.”
He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb
and forefinger. “I - Goddamn it, Cindy, stop twisting my
words!”

“I’m a mistake,
I’m a different experience, and I’m not your normal type, which
happens to be rich, grasping and slim. Let’s not forget the slim
part.” Marching across to the door, she swung it open. “Get
out.”

“Now,
Cindy-”

“Don’t make me
grab your ear, Clarke, because I swear if I have to use it to drag
you from my house, I will.”

“Are you
kidding?”

“My foot is
about three seconds from launching with your arse as the mark. Want
to know how much I’m kidding, wait around and find out.” She could
see the indecision on his face. “Or I’ll call the cops.”

Tim
frowned.

“Your
choice.”

“Cindy, let’s
talk about this.”

“Oh right,
because you wouldn’t talk about it with your
usual
type,
would you? Take a hike, Clarke.
Now
.” When he hesitated, she
marched across the room and picked up the phone, her finger
hovering above the buttons. “I have the cops on speed dial.”

Damn if he
didn’t call her bluff.

Stalking across
the room, he grabbed the phone from her hand and placed it down on
the hook with admirable restraint. Looking down at her, his eyes
sparkling with fury, Tim opened his mouth to say something before
thinking better of it and spinning around to stalk to the open
door.

Standing there
a moment, he was obviously thinking, but before he could say
anything or turn back, she was right behind him. Placing a hand on
his back, she gave one hard shove and pushed him out the door,
slamming it behind him and flicking the lock.

Immediately he
knocked on the door. “Cindy, open up.”

She ignored
him.

“This is
ridiculous.”

He had that
right.

She stood by
the door and waited. When silence greeted her, she looked out the
window and saw no sign of him. Hurrying through into the lounge,
she peeked through the curtains to see him getting into his car.
Watching him drive away, she sagged in relief.

Relief and
embarrassment. Stepping back from the curtain, she hugged her arms
around herself. It had been a long time since she’d last allowed
herself to feel embarrassed about her weight. Okay, she wasn’t the
ideal weight by society’s standards, but she was healthy and happy,
and she was a good person.

It seemed she
didn’t meet Tim’s expectations, either. Okay, fair enough, she
wasn’t his usual type, but to class her as a different experience,
that was too close to an old wound from an affair that had long ago
healed. But his words threatened to rip a new hole in it.

Feeling that
spiral of despair tugging at her, she sat down slowly in the
armchair.

She’d only had
sex a couple of times since that ill-fated affair, and that was
when she went to Italy and a man she met there liked ladies both
large and slim. He became a good friend and a casual lover, but she
hadn’t bothered to see him the last time she’d gone back to Italy
for a holiday. Somehow, casual sex just didn’t seem worth it.

Unlike Marty,
who had to have sex at least four times a week or his dick, he
said, would fall off from disuse. Personally, she thought it would
fall off from an STD, but he laughed her remarks away.

This latest
episode with Tim just went to show that casual sex, whether planned
or unplanned, just wasn’t worth it. Hell, she decided then and
there that she wasn’t having sex again unless it was with that one
special man. Bugger these useless jerks and their egos.

At that moment
Al woke up, his little meows filling the air as he lifted his head
and sniffed for her, his little head turning to either side as he
stretched up on his two little front legs.

Smiling, she
opened the lid of the carrier and scooped him up. Bring him to the
side of her face, she nuzzled him and was rewarded in turn with his
little nose bunting along her cheek, his little purr sputtering to
life.

“Forget that
jerk,” she told herself. “He’s not worth it. If he can’t see past
my weight or imperfections, that’s his loss, right Al?” A tiny paw
tapped her cheek and she laughed. “Yeah, I don’t need him. I’ve got
you, and you’re all the man I need in my life.”

Getting up, she
carried Al into the kitchen and started his feeding and toileting
regime.

Yeah, she
thought to herself. She’d long ago gotten over the embarrassment of
her weight, life was too short to worry about the jerks that dotted
the horizon. Not all men were like Tim, Rick and Mike were
testament to that. Maybe one day a man like that would come into
her life, but meanwhile she had a great life, good friends, a
wonderful family, the good fortune to do pretty much as she
pleased, and a good attitude. And Al.

That was all
that mattered.

And she’d just
had great sex. The day wasn’t all bad.

She couldn’t
help but giggle at that last thought, but it wasn’t her usual happy
giggle. Okay, it was going to take a more than a few minutes to get
over Tim’s words, but get over it she would.

Damn it, she
was worth it.

And really, did
she want a relationship with an emotional retard like Tim? Not
bloody likely. And why she’d even thought of Tim and a relationship
in the first place was just weird.

Which just went
to prove that sex messed with the brain cells.

~*~

That was the
second time he’d been kicked out of a woman’s house. Tim brooded as
he drove to the clinic to check on the animals for the night.
Unbelievable. Even more unbelievable, he’d had sex with Cindy
Lawson.

Hot sex.

Hard sex.

Mind numbing
sex.

Bloody shock to
his system. How could he have made love - had sex - with Cindy
Lawson? Worse, he’d gotten all tongue-tied when he’d realised what
he’d done, she’d gotten defensive, things had gone to hell in a
hand basket, and if Mike found out he’d nail Tim’s nuts to the
wall.

And he’d
deserve it, too.

Jesus, making
love to Cindy Lawson. Of all the wrong type of women to have
unplanned sex with, it had to be her. A nice girl, sweet, a little
odd at times, annoying at others, but a nice girl. Not to mention
her big bosom, ample hips, long blonde hair, lush lips, soft
thighs, a voluptuous bottom, sweet scent, and blue eyes that
darkened with passion. Just the memory was enough to make his loins
tighten.

But in true Tim
fashion, he continued to torture himself with visions of making
love with Cindy Lawson.

God, the woman
had been
hot
. So responsive, so uninhibited it made him want
to turn the car around and go right back for another bout of
mind-blowing sex.

No, it didn’t.
Tim hit the steering wheel in frustration. It was a one-off. A
mistake. He winced at that particular thought. So not a cool thing
to say to a woman after you’d been inside- deep inside - her body.
Her voluptuous, delicious body.

Not cool when
he had the used condom mashed up in his pocket. Ick. But how could
he possibly have disposed of it in a cool manner when she’d tossed
him out? Where was the unshakeable, suave Tim Clarke, playboy vet,
when she nearly had hysterics?

Turning into
the parking bay, he stopped the car.

Okay, she
hadn’t been hysterical. She’d been mad. Furious, in fact, those
lush lips pressed together, those blue eyes flashing with fury,
that mouth-watering bosom rising up and down in righteous
indignation.

Oh God, Cindy
Lawson was hot.

Rubbing his
forehead, Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Cindy Lawson
was off limits.
Stop thinking about her.

Getting out of
the car, he locked it and set the alarm, went into the clinic,
turned the alarm off, fed, medicated and checked on patients, then
went into the office. Grabbing an iced coffee from the’ fridge, he
sat down and swung his sneakered feet up onto a corner of the desk.
Opening the carton, he drank half of it in several deep, long
swallows.

He wondered if
Cindy did oral sex. He wondered if she swallowed.

Choking at the
thought, he coughed iced coffee all down the front of his t-shirt.
Seriously, even when she wasn’t around he got a hard-on and in
trouble. Became a regular bloody butter-fingers.