Selfish Fanfics

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Inspiration: The NSFW Alphabet

Summary: MC does a magazine quiz with Bryce. “Are you and your partner sexually compatible”. Things get rude.

Author note: NSFW obviously. I know this isn’t the usual layout of the Alphabet posts, but I dont like doing things how they’re normally done. That’s boring. Things get so rude that Bryce and MC dont even finish the alphabet. They literally dont even get to G. But she definitely gets the D. Therefore, this will have to be a series! Let me know if you want to be tagged for G onwards!

MC surreptitiously looks over at her boyfriend. The light from the TV washes over his face as he sleepily watches the documentary.

She smiles. Bryce Lahela is so perfect from his floppy hair down to his-

“Are you staring at me?” He asks, not taking his eyes from the screen.

“No.”

“Sure,” he grins, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, “you just keep not looking, babe.”

She nudges him with her foot. Her feet are in his lap and he grabs her toes, massaging each one.

“Actually, I’m reading,” she lifts the magazine as proof.

Bryce tilts his head slightly and eyes the page.

“Are you and your partner sexually compatible?” He reads, wrinkling his nose. “Well, duh.” He yanks the magazine from her hands and continues to read. “Complete the A-Z of sex to see if you and your lover really match up where it matters most.”

MC blushes and pulls the Cosmo issue back.

“Its interesting!” She says, defensively.

Pausing the TV, Bryce turns to his girlfriend.

“Come on then, hit me with it. We know we’re compatible, mainy because I’m awesome in bed and give you multiple orgasms daily, but let’s have the proof. Fire away.”

“You asked for it,” smirks MC. “So, A is for Aftercare. What are you and your partner like after sex?”

Bryce breaks into a playful smile.

“This is easy. I love to be around you after sex, MC. You know I love to spoon you…” His mind wanders to the precious night when, after having sex, he had fallen asleep with his hand resting on her naked hip. “I get the best nights sleep when I’m with you.” Then his smile widens to a grin: “So I have enough energy for another go in the morning,” he winks.

“Ok, we’re compatible there then, I like to be spooned and I love you staying over. B is for Body part. What are your favourite body parts of your own and also your partner’s?”

With a wicked grin, Bryce grabs MC’s ankles and pulls her down the sofa. He runs his fingers lightly up the inside of her bare thighs, towards the hem of his t shirt that she is wearing.

“I definitely have a thing for your thighs… maybe because they lead to your pussy…” he traces a finger over MC’s sweet spot and she closes her eyes.

“But,” he stops suddenly, “I pretty much love all of your body.” He eyes her breasts greedily. “I’d definitely pick… your face over everything, though. You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

MC blushes.

“I love your entire body,” she counters. She struggles to pick a favourite part; she lusts after all of him. He is toned and tanned, he is strong and lean. Every part of his body offers her an opportunity to stare, the desire to touch. “What do you think is your best part?”

Bryce struggles to pick a favourite body part; after all, his body is amazing and he knows it. Finally, he lists his top three body parts as his hands, which he calls “magic”, his smile because it makes MC blush (she blushes when he says this), and his abs.

“You like my abs too, right?” He says cockily, lifting the hem of his top to reveal his chiselled body. “I mean, I may have caught you staring once or twice…” he leans over and nuzzles onto MC’s neck.

She squeals and swats him away.

“I do not stare!” She pointedly turns back to magazine. “Oh God, guess what C is for?”

Bryce pulls the magazine so it is facing him a little and reads.

“C is for Cum. Do you both enjoy getting messy or is sex a clean sport?” He laughs. “What is this rag you’re reading? You know me, babe, I like my cum exactly where it belongs: inside you. Pussy or throat, I dont care.”

MC goes bright red as she collapses in laughter, hiding her face with the Cosmo. He can be so rude sometimes.

He pulls the magazine away and kisses her cheek.

“Are we compatible there, or would you prefer me to be the kind of guy who cums all over your face?”

She pushes him back against the sofa.

“No, thank you! I’m happy to keep things… clean.”

He winks at her as she straddles him.

“But not too clean because D is for Dirty Secret. What secrets have you got, Lahela?” She breathes against his ear as she kisses his ear lobe and his jawline.

“No secrets from you, babe, the only dirty secrets are the ones I have with you, that we have to keep from others.”

He kisses her gently on the lips, thinking to the time when they had sex in Ramsey’s office. That was pretty dirty: he had put on the diagnostic doctor’s glasses and lab coat and called MC ‘Rookie’… it made him a little hot to think about the role play. She was so into that, despite her protestations at first. If Ramsey knew what they had done on his desk… God, they be sacked. That had to remain their dirty little secret.

Or there was the time when they fucked in the observation gallery. They had known there was a camera in there but had done it anyway, agreeing that if they could give some security guy a cheap thrill it would make it all the more hot for them. Bryce enjoyed the thrill of public sex, the thought that they could be seen at any moment.

“I love our dirty little secrets,” said MC, knotting her fingers in the back of his hair. “Sex in the on-call room? Or you pushing your hands up my skirt while we’re in meetings at work…”

He grins, and grabs her ass.

“My favourite dirty secret is you, you’re amazing.”

“So,” she smiles, sliding off his lap. “E is for Experience. How experienced are you? Do you know what you’re doing?”

She raises her eyebrows in question.

“Hell yes I know what I’m doing!” Bryce says, affronted. “You know I know what I’m doing…”

She giggles as he pushes her down on the couch and presses his body onto hers.

“Yes…” she moans as his lips find her collarbone, and his hands find her breasts, “yes, you definitely know what you’re doing!”

“If only,” he breathes, “you knew what you do to me, all day, everyday.”

She gasps as his thumb and finger tweak her nipple through the thin fabric.

“Wait,” she grins, trying to sit up, “so… the experience thing…”

He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation with a hint of disappointment.

“Are you seriously asking, right now?” He moans.

“Well… just a rough idea..” she purrs. “I’m interested.”

He sits back against the sofa in defeat and looks at her. She is so beautiful and Bryce is sure that she has had her fair share of men. He doesn’t care what she has done before meeting him, as long its him and only him now.

“Fine,” he sighs, “I slept with six girls in high school, I had one long term girlfriend, two short term relationships, then I had… eleven girls at med school. So… twenty, I guess.”

“Twenty?” MC repeats. She nods, thoughtfully. “You know the exact number?”

“Well, yeh. I mean, I dont just fuck girls and fuck off, you know. I remember them all.” A blush rises to his cheeks and MC puts her hand up to stroke his face.

“That’s nice that you remember.”

He grins, relieved.

“But you’re the one,” he grabs her hand, a serious look overtaking his face. “You’re the only one now.”

She smiles at his beautiful face, and the sincerity she sees there.

“I know.”

They gaze at each other for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. Bryce brings up their entwined hands to kiss her knuckles, each one in turn.

“Come on then, enlighten me as to what F could possibly be!”

MC laughs, picking the magazine up off the floor, from where it fell.

“F is for Favourite Position,” she says, thoughtfully. “I dont know if I have just one position, do you?”

Bryce looks at her body, his eyes narrowed, and imagines them fucking in many different ways. Right now, they could be fucking on this sofa. She could be straddling him, her tits in his face so he could capture a nipple in his mouth and make her gasp. He loves that position, watching her breasts bounce and jiggle, his face so close. But he would also love to bend her over the arm of the sofa, banging up against her ass, slapping it playfully with each thrust. She has a great ass. He loves watching that jiggle too, as he pounds her.

“Earth to Bryce!” Laughs MC, as she waves a hand in front of his eyes. “Favourite position?”

“I think it has to be, pinning you up against the wall, grabbing your thighs,” he lightly traces his finger up her legs, “and lifting you up…” he watches her breathing speed up slightly as his fingertips get higher, “letting you wrap your legs around me, and then pushing my dick into you, hard.” He watches as her eyes flutter closed, his fingers tracing slow circle against the damp material of her panties. “I could pretty much take you like that right now…”

“Mmm, I like it like that, too,” MC breathes heavily, her voice muffled by desire, “I love how desperate it feels, like you really want me.”

“I always fucking want you,” growls Bryce as he yanks MC up by her waist and swings her around so her back is against the wall. He presses his hips into her stomach and lets his hands drift up to her hips, hooking his thumbs into the sides of her panties, slowly, agonisingly pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor.

He lifts her top up in one swoop and, after giving her a wink, he stoops down slightly to take her tit in his mouth. As he sucks and pulls at the nipple, with his other hand he presses a finger into her wet folds. As predicted, MC breath comes in gasps and he delights in the knowledge that he is doing this to her, making her feel this way.

He finger fucks her, knowing that doing this while sucking on her tits makes her come easily. Her moans start as he pushes two fingers in, feeling her stretch out around him. Her hand painfully gripping his hair and her leg snaking its way around his waist as she presses her clit against him tells him that she is coming.

He feels her warm cum lubricate his fingers as he continues to pump his hand against her shuddering core, all the time whispering to her, telling her how he is going to fuck her so hard against this wall, make her come again and again…

“Did you enjoy that?” He teases, undoing his jeans.

Her breathing is so ragged that she manages a raspy “mmhmm” before he grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up, her legs gladly finding their way around his waist, her arms around his neck. She can feel his hard dick pressing against her, and braces herself for the moment when he-

“Uhh!” She cries, her eyes scrunching up as he impales her, plunging his cock inside her, filling up and making her body shudder. He holds her there for a few seconds, feeling with pleasure as her muscles contract and stretch out around him.

He grabs her ass to hold her steady, his fingertips pressing into her soft flesh. He pumps harder, faster, banging her back against the wall, a thump thump thump sound echoing around the room.

“How does it feel,” he gasps, between bangs, “to be fucked so hard?”

She doesn’t answer in words, only in moans as she is bounced up and down on his dick. She knows he is close as his eyes close tight and he gives her one last thrust and then presses her hard against the wall, his dick pushed firmly all the way inside her making her spasm.

He groans as he comes, driving hard into her two more times, his face buried in her neck, cool sweat on his forehead.

“So that,” he breathes, giving her one last desperate thrust, “is my favourite position. Now you need to tell me yours, so we can do that next.”

She smiles as she drops back down to the ground, standing on tip toes to reach up and kiss him.

“My favourite position is right here with you, Bryce.”

He kisses her cheek and lightly nips his way up to her ear where he whispers, “so, are we compatible, then?”

“Hmmm, the tests are not complete, I think we need to do some further exams… but all results so far point to… fuck yes.”

He grins, and sweeps the hair out of her face.

“Well, doctor, I’m happy to offer my services at any time.”

To be continued.

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Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC, Ethan

Summary: Trying to get some time alone to think, Dr Ramsey sits in the empty tech room at Edenbrooke. What he sees on the monitors get his pulse racing.

Author note: NSFW. Angst. As much as I hate Ethan Ramsey, I do love the idea of getting him very jealous and worked up. Any medical talk will be shite as I have no idea what I am on about. Just making shiz up. Some lack of consent ie Ethan watches other people have sex without their knowledge.

Observing Procedures

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. The darkness and silence of the computer room calmed him and he knew no one would bother him at this time of night. The flickering lights from the CCTV monitor were almost relaxing as it flitted from silently watching the outside gate, then the lobby, then the surgical rooms and observation decks in turn.

It was a similar sensation to counting sheep. Ethan watched the screen flick from one area to another to another, his eyelids drooping and his breathing slowing.

It had been a difficult day. Busy. He had worked closely with her most of the day, his hand brushing against hers during a routine exam on a patient where they both went in with their stethoscopes at the same time, being pressed against her side in the elevator when it was crammed full of drunk students. Picking up her clipboard after she dropped it, and gazing into her tired eyes as she said thanks with a yawn.

He missed being close to her. Not just in the physical sense, but since Miami he felt he had ruined things for their friendship - if a friendship was what they had.

He sighed as he thought of Miami. He had had no intention of kissing her. He knew it was a mistake but he took the risk anyway after seeing her in that blue dress. How could he have resisted? It was a pointless risk anyway, as she cupped his face and told him with pity etched across her face that she was sorry. She didn’t feel the same way. There was someone else. Of course there was. He was an idiot. He wished he had just had more willpower and not revealed his feelings like that. He had felt vulnerable.

He continued to watch the flickering black and white images on the CCTV monitor and felt his headache subside.

Then he saw her.

She was in one of the observation rooms over the OR. She span around and then flopped down laughing onto one of the seats. Her face looked beautiful. Much to Ethan’s exasperation, the image changed to the smoking area outside.

What was she doing in the obs room?

He pressed some buttons on the screen, moving through each image until he found the one he was looking for and locking into that camera. Yes, she was there, alright. With a man: that cocky surgical intern, Ethan noted with distaste. He was standing at the door, staring at her as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Getting to see the things he wasnt allowed to.

Ethan swallowed.

He knew he should look away, turn it off, leave. But he wanted to know… wanted to know what she looked like underneath that blouse, underneath that skirt. He wanted to see her face when she desired something, when she was turned on, when she came.

Feeling like he needed air, he pulled at his collar and loosened his tie, then scooted his chair closer to the screen, taking a furtive look at the door to make sure no one was coming. Looking back at the screen, he watched as she dragged her blouse down agonisingly slowly and threw it towards the surgeon. He caught it and tossed it to one side, moving towards her with a wink and a grin.

Ethan couldnt believe that she was the kind of girl who would fuck in a public place, in her place of work of all things. But he couldnt deny that he was getting hard at the thought of watching her. He could see her breasts rounded and smooth over her bra, begging for him to caress them. Absentmindedly, his hand palmed across the growing bulge in his trousers.

The cocky intern was leaning over her to kiss her now, roughly grabbing her breasts and her waist. Ethan imagined his own hands there, his thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples, making her gasp. He watched, with gritted teeth, as the surgeon dipped his head and kissed the insides of her thighs, pushing her black skirt higher and kissing higher and-

BANG

Ethan’s head jerked around towards the door as he simultaneously switched off the monitor. His heart must have been doing one fifty beats a minute. His eyes stayed strained at the door, waiting for the handle to be turned but no one came. He remained there, paralysed for a few minutes. It must have been someone walking past. Perceiving no danger, he sucked in a breath and his fingers slowly went for the monitor again, switching it on. His eyes widened as he watched her face, flung back in ecstacy, the intern’s head nestled firmly between her thighs.

The diagnostics doctor groaned as he pulled free his erection from its restraints, stroking it and imagining his face pressed against her hot centre. Oh, how he would make her come, again and again. Not quick like this boy, but slowly, bringing her to the heights of pleasure with his tongue and his expert fingers.

His eyes did not move from her face as he carried on touching himself, her mouth betraying the fact that she must have been moaning, her hand clinging to the surgeon’s hair, her legs open wide, letting him in. He watched with barely concealed lust as she came, her chest arching upwards and her mouth open.

Ethan knew he should stop. This was wrong on all levels but he just couldnt bring himself to. He loved her. He wanted her. He hated that he was making her feel these things when it was Ethan who could make her feel so much more. If only she would let him.

His eyes narrowed as he watched her run her hands over this jerk’s chest, a look of pure delight on her smirking face. She bit her lip as she yanked the surgeons trousers down and Ethan could hardly bare to look. He glanced at the wall in distaste. Closing his eyes, he thought about what she was doing right now, he knew she would be sucking that arrogant bastard’s dick. But he wanted it to be him. He rolled his head back and grabbed his cock tightly, roughly stroking it up and down, imagining her lips around it, her tongue lapping over the tip.

He needed to see her. He opened his eyes and watched with a passion that was close to anger as she ran her tongue up the length of the surgeon’s dick. Her face was innocence and sexiness and Ethan could hardly hold back. He groaned as he came on his hand, cum splashing onto his trousers.

He felt grubby and loathesome as he dabbed at his clothing with a tissue. He didn’t know how he could ever look at her again. But, he also noted with shame, he felt satisfied, too. He had had her even if it was just in his mind.

He reached for the monitor and, for a few seconds, watched the surgical intern fucking his intern, his girl, before turning it off.

Complete darkness took over the room.

He pinched the bridge of his nose again. His headache was coming back. For ten minutes he sat in the silent shadows, thinking about nothing, or at least trying to but just feeling empty and frustrated with himself.

Dragging himself to his feet, he made for the stairs, thinking he could just do with a scotch or five from the bar down the road when he heard her voice echoing up the stairwell. She was laughing and giggling with him. They were talking of going to Donohues. He was telling her how he would make her see stars again later. She said she couldn’t wait. Ethan stopped abruptly in the stairs and listened to their mirth fading until it disappeared completely.

He turned back up the stairs towards his lonely office where he knew he would be spending the rest of the sorrowful night.

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Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Summary: Fluff. Bryce and MC go to a fun fair. Expect candy floss and hot dogs. Shit gets cute.

Author notes: After the angst (and somewhat absence of Bryce) of Chapter 12, let’s have some cute fun with our favourite surgeon at the fair! My first completely fluffy fic: be kind. PG but some suggestive comments and innuendo. Because I just can’t help it.

Tunnel of Love

Lottie felt a pair of strong hands grab her hips as she leaned over the counter at the nurses’ station. Bryce’s floppy hair tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in to kiss her.

“Hey,” he breathed against her neck, making her gasp.

“Hey, yourself,” the diagnostics doctor smiled, turning around to face him. She marvelled at how her day was always brightened up when she saw the surgeon.

“God damn, we both look hot in these scrubs,” he winked as he looked his girlfriend up and down appreciatively.

“You’re just meant to compliment me, you know. Then I compliment you back.”

He stepped back and shrugged at her.

“Youre busy, you might forget. I pull off this particular shade of green quite well, I think.”

Lottie yanked him back towards her by his waistband and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I might just pull it off for you, if you know what I mean…”

“Oh,” he pressed his hips against hers, hard, “I know what you mean, Dr Bedford.”

Abruptly, they pulled apart as they heard a cough to get their attention.

“Dr Bedford, you’ve patients that need updating if Dr Lahela can put you down for a moment,” said Dr Ramsey as he narrowed his eyes at the couple. “After all, you are at work, are you not?”

Without waiting for any reply, he briskly walked off down the corridor. Bryce pulled a face at Lottie.

“I guess I can book him in,” he mused.

“Book him in for what?”

“To have that stick surgically removed from his ass, and a heart put in his chest” he winked and she swatted his arm.

“I have to get going.”

“No, wait,” he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, “I wanted to see if you’d go to the fair with me tomorrow? No roommates, no surgical interns, just you and me.”

Lottie loved it when she and Bryce had a day off together. He always had something fun planned, or at least vaguely planned. Whatever they did always led to an adventure, something she’d never have done without him leading the way. Last week they’d gone to a jelly festival of all things. A festival of jellies. The afternoon had ended with Bryce forcing a handful of jelly down Lottie’s top and her squishing some blancmange in his face.

His wide smile was infectious and she grinned back.

“Hot dogs, cotton candy and the ferris wheel? How could I say no!”

♡•♡•♡•♡•♡

They arrived at the fair late afternoon, having spent a delicious morning in bed. Following the cramped subway and two buses, they were both ready to stretch their legs and walk around the fairground underneath the warm sun. Lottie shrugged off her denim jacket and tied it around her waist.

Jaunty music bounced across the fairground and the smell of food wafted towards them. Lottie’s stomach growled.

“That’s because of all the energy you burned off earlier,” Bryce laughed, making her blush at the memory of how they worked up a sweat a few hours ago. “Hey, look, let’s grab one of those fully loaded dogs!”

She followed his gaze and spotted the hot dog stand. Clumsily, she stumbled as Bryce pulled her by the hand over the uneven grassy ground.

“Whoa, I thought it was me who was starving!”

They weaved through the crowd and smiled and said excuse me at happy and laughing people. Couples with their arms around each other, girlfriends holding teddy bears proudly, and parents with children who were clearly high on sugar and excitement.

“I’ll have a Monster Dog,” yelled Bryce to the vendor, pointing to the picture of the hot dog piled high with onions, bacon and cheese, and dripping with hot sauce. You could almost see the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“How come you never look at me like that?” His girlfriend teased, poking him in the bicep.

“Babe,” he said solemnly, “this is a Monster Dog, stuff of legend. What are you having?”

“I’ll have the same, I guess.”

“Yes! That’s my girl!” He bumped her small fist with his large one. Bryce handed over the money and they grabbed their food.

As the loud noises of the fair tumbled over them, they slowly walked past the rides and stalls, hungrily shoving their food into their faces. It tasted heavenly, thought Lottie as she chewed: the boy made a good choice. It quietened her belly, anyway. They walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally bumping shoulders.

“You’ve got a…” Bryce pointed at her face.

“Uh.. sauce? Where?”

Bryce ran a finger up to her mouth from her chin and then licked the sauce off.

“That’s so gross!”

He shrugged.

“Can’t let hot sauce go to waste.”

With their mouths full of the last bites, Bryce nudged Lottie’s shoulder and pointed at a stall. Unable to talk, she raised her eyebrows. Unable to talk, he jerked his chin towards it as if to say, come on.

Hesitantly, she approached the gun range with the eager surgeon. A line of 2D plastic ducks moved from left to right and then right to left at the back of the hut.

“Two, please,” said Bryce, picking up a rifle.

“Ah,” Lottie nervously touched the gun, “what if I shoot someone?”

“They’re not real, just watch.”

He held the rifle up to his face and took a few seconds to aim. Then BLAM BLAM BLAM he shot three little duckies in a row, setting off three spinners underneath which blurred as they span.

Smugly, he raised his hands in the air.

“Top surgeon, top lover, now top shooter!”

“Well done,” said the stallholder, rolling his eyes. “Is the lady gonna shoot?”

Lottie aimed the gun cautiously. Bryce held her elbow up slightly and his other hand steadied her hip.

She shot. And missed.

“Try again, like this.” He stood behind her, pressing his hips against her ass, and moved the gun so it was pointing up a little more. “Go.”

She shot. She missed. His body pressed against hers was distracting.

“That was closer, though,” Bryce smiled, encouragingly.

Lottie aimed one last time and hit the blue duck, sending him backwards.

“Bad luck, miss. It’s 2 out of three for a win. But you,” he gestured to Bryce, “you’ve won a prize.” He pointed his thumb behind him to the teddies and plastic pieces of rubbish. Bryce looked at his beautiful girlfriend.

“You can choose…” he said, almost shyly.

She raked her eyes over the bears and saw the perfect one. She pointed it out and took it from the man, giving it a big squeeze.

“Why that one?” Bryce asked.

She grinned.

“Your stand in when you’re not around. It’s just like you, dont you think?”

Lottie held out the plush Tigger and Bryce nodded, thoughtfully.

“I guess so, full of energy, confident, doesn’t give a crap what anyone thinks.. yeh that’s me alright.”

“Aw, I was thinking more that he’s annoying as hell and talks too much, but ok,” she conceded as he grabbed her by the waist and tickled her, “ok fine, I’m kidding!”

He pulled her closer and kissed her, her eyes sparkling.

“And you just know that with all that energy, Tigger’s gonna be good at…” he wiggled his eyebrows and glanced downwards.

“Oh, well he’s definitely you, then,” she blushed, her mind going back to this morning and just how energetic Bryce could be. All three times.

“Yeh?” He grinned. Grabbing her hand, he span her out and back in, making her skater dress flare up. She span into his arms and he sprinkled kisses all over her nose and cheeks.

They walked hand in hand through the happy crowds, past the twinkling fairy lights looped up over the stalls, stopping now and then to play a game of hoopla or darts. Lottie won a pair of comedy glasses for Bryce and he won her a pair of bunny ears. They bought a stick of candy floss to share and walked side by side, pulling off pink clouds of sugar and feeding each other, laughing at how sticky their lips had become, and licking each others fingers.

“Let’s go on the ferris wheel,” said Bryce, his eyes lighting up at the sheer height of the thing.

They paid for their ticket and clambered aboard one of the swinging cars, yanking the safety rail down against their thighs.

With a groan, the wheel slowly moved upwards and Lottie leaned back against Bryce’s side, wriggling until she was comfy. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed the top of her head. His fingers stroked her forearms and Lottie felt a shiver of excitement at being here with the man she felt that she was beginning to love. She’d never had these feelings for anyone before but she was sure that this was it, the real thing. She knew it when she looked into his face; hell she even knew it just glancing down at his forearms. She loved his forearms, tanned and strong and veiny. And his beautiful hands, with his long fingers, bony knuckles and short, uneven nails. She loved them.

The young doctor placed her hands lovingly over his, stroking and caressing along each vein and circling each knuckle in turn, letting him know in her own way that she cared. She felt a warmth of comfort being with him: he felt so safe, despite the fact that they were 100ft in the air on a rickety wheel.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he breathed against her ear, causing her to smile and close her eyes.

“Thank you for asking me. And for being you.” She heard him chuckle and felt his cheeks go up in a smile, pressed against the side of her face.

The pair of doctors stayed like that as the wheel continued to rise. His arms gripped her tighter as they watched the sun start to go down over the roofs and trees, and twilight began to descend over the town, creating a swarm of shadows and making streetlights blink into life. The bright lights and music from the fair seemed to fade as all Lottie could think about was Bryce, warm against her back, protecting her and keeping her safe with his strong arms around her. He felt like home to Lottie who was still adjusting to a new place, a new job and a new life, even after six months. As they reached the very top, Bryce pulled Lottie’s chin up and kissed her gently, chastely on the lips. She turned to face him a little more and their foreheads pressed together.

“I love spending time with you, Lottie. Everyday is an adventure.”

She pulled on his collar so his lips were brushing against hers. Her thumbs brushed along his collarbone and then she slid her hands down over his chest.

“I love… spending time with you, too.”

She kissed him deeply, with passion but not desperation: a slow kiss, content to take her time. He was hers. There was no rush. His hands flattened themselves out against her back as he pulled her as closely as possible, their tongues tasting each others mouths like the first time.

They pulled apart, unwillingly, as they realised the car was almost at the bottom of the wheel. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. They locked eyes for a long moment, before the gruff voice called, “come on then, out!”

Grinning, Bryce hopped out and held out his hand for his partner in crime. Lottie grabbed it and scrambled out of the car quickly, stumbling into his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Hey, look, over there.”

Pulling her gaze from the handsome man in front of her, she saw that he was pointing at the Tunnel of Love.

“The Tunnel of Love?” She laughed. She’d never been in one. Never had anyone she really wanted to go on one with. Until now.

She giggled with excitement as Bryce pushed her by the hips towards the ride.

“Two, please!”

Eagerly, they clambered on board, Lottie gripping her boyfriend’s arms for balance, and the boat swayed from side to side. She clung on to the edges, while storing Tigger safely at her feet.

“I really dont want to fall in that water,” she cringed, peering over the edge into what looked like black, bottomless water, as they slowly drifted along.

She suddenly cried out as the boat began to rock violently. Bryce laughed as he swung himself wildly from side to side.

She shoved him in the chest.

“Idiot! Stop!”

“Ah,” he said, grabbing her wrists, “but I’m your idiot.”

Frowning, she shook her head.

“You wont be my anything if you do that again.”

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, I’ll stop. I mean, I never want to not be your anything…” he scooted over closer to the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. “I really would prefer to be your everything…”

He nuzzled into her neck, gently nipping at the skin, his hand sliding gently along her thigh.

She leaned into him, enjoying the relaxing sensations of the boat swaying and the sensation of Bryce’s fingertips making lazy patterns across the bare skin of her legs.

The pink, intimate lighting bathed the tunnel in a romantic glow, while soft music played.

“This is a little cheesy,” she said, glancing at the LED swans which moved their necks gently back and forth, “but I love it!”

Bryce coughed. She turned to face him.

“Um… Lottie,” he said, and she sensed a little nervous energy coming off of him. Bryce suddenly talked quicker than she’d ever heard him before. “I love spending time with you, I love seeing you, I love talking to you and when I bump into you at work, I feel so happy, like my heart is gonna burst. I feel so proud to be the one you want to be with. And anyway, well I…” he paused, taking a breath and looking down at his hands. She’d never seen him like like this before. As much as she loved Lahela’s confidence, this new shy Bryce was quite cute.

Reassuringly, she cupped his face with her hands and looked into his eyes.

“I really love being with you, too.” She said, “My heart skips a beat when I see you at work. You make me so happy!”

“Really?” He smiled, his eyes sparkling under the pink glow. “Because, Lottie, I’ve fallen in love with you. I love you…”

His eyes widened as he watched for her reaction. Her mouth opened but she didn’t speak.

Bryce swallowed, hard. His brow furrowed.

“I mean, you dont have to say it back, you dont have to feel the same way back… yet. But,” his grin returned, “you will.”

“No,” she began. She had been taken by surprise. She knew how she felt about him, but hearing the same thing from his mouth had taken her breath away. “I do, I love you already!” Her smile mirrored his as they both grinned widely, relief washing over his features. “Sorry, I was just… taking in the moment. This was perfect, Bryce.”

“You love me, too?” His eager eyes searched her face and she nodded. “I knew it,” he grinned.

He moved so his face was close to hers, and Lottie bit her bottom lip. Gently, he pulled it free with his thumb and kissed her, pulling her lip down to open her mouth so he could move his tongue against hers, exploring his lover’s mouth with a deep longing. Her fingers threaded through his hair and his hands gripped her waist.

“I love you, Charlotte Bedford,” he murmured pulling away.

“I love you, Bryce Lahela,” she smiled, “forever.”

“Of course forever,” he said breathlessly against her lips, “you belong to me forever.”

Tag list:

@owleyes374 @nighthunternik @politicallycorrectinnocentteen @sibella-plays-choices @ccolz88-blog @nicquix

Inspiration: Open Heart by Choices

Pairing: Bryce X MC with a little “Ethan” thrown in…

Summary: Bryce and MC get a little kinky in a forbidden place. NSFW

Author notes: just enjoy!

Role Call

I had just finished signing off on some paperwork when my phone vibrated on the desk. I stretched in the dimming light and swung the phone around to face me. A text from Bryce.

I’m ready to leave, where are you?

I smiled. I’d stayed to get this paperwork finished so that Bryce and I could go to Donohue’s together. It was hard to resist the pull of drinking and dancing with the hot surgeon. His easy going nature definitely helped me to unwind after a hard day, and hopefully there’d be something else in it for both of us at the end of the night.

I’m in Ramsey’s office, just packing away, come get me and let’s go dancing!

Leaning back in Dr Ramsey’s comfy leather chair, I glanced around his office. He had been at a meeting all day and wouldn’t be back tonight so had said that I could use it to complete my work in peace. His conditions had been that I wasn’t to touch a thing, and I wasnt to let anyone else take even the smallest step inside. I pushed my foot against the desk to spin the chair but realised it wasnt a spinny chair. Of course it wasn’t: that would be far too much fun.

Scooping my papers up and shoving them in bag, I heard a little rap at the door. Bryce poked his head around.

“Ready, gorgeous?”

I grinned, feeling the familiar warm comfort in my stomach at his compliment. We had know each other three months now and had gotten pretty close. Nothing official; I’m not sure either of us needed to label what we had yet, but it was fun. And he was incredibly hot.

“I’m ready,” I said as I picked up my things and took one check to make sure the room was in order. Heaven forbid I should leave anything out of place or leave something askew. I straightened the chair so it was exactly parallel to the desk and swiped off any dead skin cells I may have left on the mahogany wood. Just in case. “Hey,” I said glancing at Bryce who had opened the door wide, “dont take one foot inside here!”

Bryce looked confused for a second, then realisation dawned.

“Oh, Dr Dickhead doesnt want anyone in his office?” He wiggled his eyebrows and theatrically lifted his foot from the linoleum outside and held it over the thick burgundy carpet in Ethan’s office.

“I’m serious…” I warned him, striding over to put a hand on his chest. “You know what he’s like, he will know.”

“Pft. I dont know why you care so much. This office isn’t even all that. I mean, look at that!” He pointed over my shoulder and I turned to look.

“I dont see anyth.. Bryce!”

As I turned back to look at him, I realised he had stepped inside the office and was now having a nosey at some of Ethan’s certificates in the wall. I had actually fallen for the ‘look over there’ trick.

I glanced up and down the hallway outside and quickly shut the door.

“For gods sake, Bryce! Etha.. I mean, Dr Ramsey told me explicitly not to let anyone else in!” I could feel the flush rising to my cheeks and the panic rising to my chest. Dr Ramsey was my mentor and had put his trust in me, if he found out that Bryce of all people had been in here. I mean, I saw the way they looked at each other. Bryce thought Ethan was a complete prick and thought I should stand up to him more, and I could see that Ethan hated Bryce’s confidence. Arrogant, he had once called him. And I didn’t correct him, either.

“Hey look,” laughed Bryce as he turned around to me. He was wearing Ethans glasses and had his hands on his hips. “Hey Rookie,” he said in a deep voice, supposedly to imitate the diagnostics doctor. “I’m the best at everything and I’m a complete cunt, so you should bow to me, peasant”

I giggled.

“Yeh, that’s a pretty good impression, now take off his glasses!”

“Wait…” Bryce grabbed a white lab coat off the coat stand near the door and put it on. “What do you think?”

I shook my head as Bryce span around, pouting and pulling the glasses down his nose to peer over them.

“Can you imagine Dr Doofus if he saw me now?” chuckled the surgeon.

“Yeh I can, we’d both be out of a job. Now, let’s go!”

Bryce grabbed my wrists gently and turned me towards him. He gave me a cheeky wink.

“Come on, Rookie… We could have some fun…” he wiggled his hips suggestively.

“Hmm.. what are you suggesting?”

“How about I be Dr Dipshit, and I get to uh…” he glanced at the desk, “boss you about a little?”

I bit my lip as I mulled over his idea. It did sound hot but then we were in Ethan Ramsey’s office and this could genuinely get us sacked. But also, it did sound hot. But it was a terrible idea. But a hot one, too.

Bryce could see me wavering and decided to take action. He flung himself into the leather chair and grabbed a ruler from the pot on the desk. He thwacked the mahogany top and leaned forward towards me. I mentally flinched as I hoped it wouldn’t leave a mark on the wood.

“Rookie, get here now.” He pointed with the ruler to the edge of the desk.

I took a last glance towards the door. The blinds were closed. The lights were off inside the office. No one could see. I moved slowly towards the desk, biting my lower lip and not taking my eyes from Bryce. He whistled as I approached and sat on the edge, in front of him.

“That skirt,” he said, licking his lips, “far too short for a hospital environment. You’re ridiculously unprofessional. Aren’t you?”

I smirked and tried not to laugh. I’d never taken part in role play like this before but I tried to imagine it was really Ethan admonishing me.

I pulled up the hem of my black skirt about two inches, almost exposing my black underwear.

“This thing?” I said, innocently. “But last week I wore one this short and you didn’t say anything.”

His eyes narrowed as they followed my fingers clutching and tugging at the edge of my skirt, which threatened to show my panties.

“That’s because I, Dr Dumbass, was too busy jerking off in my office over it.”

I shoved him in the shoulder.

Bryce ran the ruler faintly along one of my exposed thighs and then the other. I gripped the edge of the desk and let my head roll back. I felt him run the ruler underneath the edge of my skirt to lift it, and then lightly stroke it down my panties.

“Oh, doctor…” I moaned quietly.

Suddenly, Bryce’s mouth crashed into mine and his hands pawed at my waist desperately. He pressed himself between my legs as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Strip.” Bryce’s voice was demanding and hard. I shrugged off my jacket and pulled my top over my head to reveal my black lacy bra and my heaving chest. “The rest of it, Rookie, come on!” He pointed the ruler at my skirt and bra.

I undid my bra under his gaze and, as it dropped to the floor, he grabbed his crotch.

“You’re making me so hard, you naughty girl. Dont forget the skirt, and the panties.”

After I had undressed and was completely bare in front of him, he relaxed back in Ethan’s chair and beckoned me forward.

“Put your tit in my mouth,” he ordered.

I straddled him and, tugging his head back by pulling his floppy hair, I placed my nipple in his mouth and he clamped his lips down, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. Roughly, he grabbed my other breast and began to squeeze. The sensations through my body were electric. Not just because of what Dr Lahela was doing to me, but because of the naughtiness of being in Ramsey’s private space, stark naked with his least favourite surgeon sucking on my tits.

Bryce pushed me up and shoved me back until my butt hit the desk again.

“Bend over,” he growled in my ear and I complied. My beasts pressed against the cool mahogany of the desk where my mentor had worked so many nights previously and would work again, would lean on the spot where my nipples had been pushed against the wood.

Thwack!

I felt a searing pain across my buttocks and turned to look over my shoulder. Bryce was grinning with the ruler in his hands.

“That’s the punishment for your short skirt,” he winked and I flinched as he smacked me again. I felt a warm rush as my pussy got wetter, and it ached with desire. Then, the sharp pain of being spanked gave way to a soft, cool sensation as Bryce bent down and ran his wet tongue over the raised red marks he had created.

He pressed his entire body against mine, and I felt his hard dick against my ass. His breath came hot and heavy in my ear, “do you want to get fucked over your boss’s desk?”

I whimpered a desperate yes and no sooner had it left my lips than I felt Bryce’s rock hard cock pushing up inside me and filling my wet core. He pounded at me relentlessly, slamming his hips against my ass, until i came, rubbing my own fingers against my clit as my hips became bruised and sore against the edge of the desk. He banged against me so hard that I swear the heavy desk shifted slightly. I felt Bryce tense up and cum inside me, before he leant his weight on top of me, breathing heavily.

“Did you enjoy that, Rookie?” He smirked, in my ear.

“Stop calling me Rookie, now,” I rolled my eyes and elbowed him.

He yanked up his slacks and shrugged off the white coat as I grabbed my clothes. Jacket, bra, top, skirt… I couldnt find my panties.

“Uh, Bryce,” I began to panic as I dressed haphazardly. “Wheres my underwear?”

We checked under the desk, moved the chair, even checked the desk drawers but couldn’t find them. The blood pounded in my ears as I realised the situation we were in. My eyes filled with tears.

“Bryce!” I pleaded with him to magically find them.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me in for a hug. “Its fine!” He pulled a small scrap of black lace from his pocket. “I was winding you up!”

I snatched my underwear back and gave him a dirty look.

“I was so worried then!” I scowled at him as I slid the panties up my legs and adjusted them under my skirt.

“Don’t you think Dr Douche would have just lurrrved to have a pair of your panties to savour?” He mimed sniffing something in his hand and fluttering his eyes in utter delight. I tried not to giggle at his repulsive joke but he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me deeply. “Although, I know he’d prefer to fuck you over his desk like I just did. Ah well, they can’t all be me!”

I swatted him away and went to check that everything was in order. I neatened up the desk and chair and checked that we hadn’t ahem… left a mess. I flapped my arms in the air.

“What are you doing,” asked Bryce, who was standing at the door with my bags in his hand.

“Getting rid of,” I gasped, as I flapped a bit more, “the smell of sex.”

The surgeon laughed.

“Come on, let’s go… Rookie.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Thatll do, thank you Lahela.”

He grinned and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. We walked along the corridor, glancing at each other like two naughty school children, giggling and snatching kisses.

There was never a boring moment with Dr Bryce Lahela and I hoped it lasted for a very long time.

Tags: @owleyes374 @sibella-plays-choices @commander-rahrah something youd like, perhaps?

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Inspiration: The NSFW Alphabet

Summary: MC does a magazine quiz with Bryce. “Are you and your partner sexually compatible”. Things get rude.

Author note: NSFW obviously. I know this isn’t the usual layout of the Alphabet posts, but I dont like doing things how they’re normally done. That’s boring. Things get so rude that Bryce and MC dont even finish the alphabet. They literally dont even get to G. But she definitely gets the D. Therefore, this will have to be a series! Let me know if you want to be tagged for G onwards!

MC surreptitiously looks over at her boyfriend. The light from the TV washes over his face as he sleepily watches the documentary.

She smiles. Bryce Lahela is so perfect from his floppy hair down to his-

“Are you staring at me?” He asks, not taking his eyes from the screen.

“No.”

“Sure,” he grins, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, “you just keep not looking, babe.”

She nudges him with her foot. Her feet are in his lap and he grabs her toes, massaging each one.

“Actually, I’m reading,” she lifts the magazine as proof.

Bryce tilts his head slightly and eyes the page.

“Are you and your partner sexually compatible?” He reads, wrinkling his nose. “Well, duh.” He yanks the magazine from her hands and continues to read. “Complete the A-Z of sex to see if you and your lover really match up where it matters most.”

MC blushes and pulls the Cosmo issue back.

“Its interesting!” She says, defensively.

Pausing the TV, Bryce turns to his girlfriend.

“Come on then, hit me with it. We know we’re compatible, mainy because I’m awesome in bed and give you multiple orgasms daily, but let’s have the proof. Fire away.”

“You asked for it,” smirks MC. “So, A is for Aftercare. What are you and your partner like after sex?”

Bryce breaks into a playful smile.

“This is easy. I love to be around you after sex, MC. You know I love to spoon you…” His mind wanders to the precious night when, after having sex, he had fallen asleep with his hand resting on her naked hip. “I get the best nights sleep when I’m with you.” Then his smile widens to a grin: “So I have enough energy for another go in the morning,” he winks.

“Ok, we’re compatible there then, I like to be spooned and I love you staying over. B is for Body part. What are your favourite body parts of your own and also your partner’s?”

With a wicked grin, Bryce grabs MC’s ankles and pulls her down the sofa. He runs his fingers lightly up the inside of her bare thighs, towards the hem of his t shirt that she is wearing.

“I definitely have a thing for your thighs… maybe because they lead to your pussy…” he traces a finger over MC’s sweet spot and she closes her eyes.

“But,” he stops suddenly, “I pretty much love all of your body.” He eyes her breasts greedily. “I’d definitely pick… your face over everything, though. You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

MC blushes.

“I love your entire body,” she counters. She struggles to pick a favourite part; she lusts after all of him. He is toned and tanned, he is strong and lean. Every part of his body offers her an opportunity to stare, the desire to touch. “What do you think is your best part?”

Bryce struggles to pick a favourite body part; after all, his body is amazing and he knows it. Finally, he lists his top three body parts as his hands, which he calls “magic”, his smile because it makes MC blush (she blushes when he says this), and his abs.

“You like my abs too, right?” He says cockily, lifting the hem of his top to reveal his chiselled body. “I mean, I may have caught you staring once or twice…” he leans over and nuzzles onto MC’s neck.

She squeals and swats him away.

“I do not stare!” She pointedly turns back to magazine. “Oh God, guess what C is for?”

Bryce pulls the magazine so it is facing him a little and reads.

“C is for Cum. Do you both enjoy getting messy or is sex a clean sport?” He laughs. “What is this rag you’re reading? You know me, babe, I like my cum exactly where it belongs: inside you. Pussy or throat, I dont care.”

MC goes bright red as she collapses in laughter, hiding her face with the Cosmo. He can be so rude sometimes.

He pulls the magazine away and kisses her cheek.

“Are we compatible there, or would you prefer me to be the kind of guy who cums all over your face?”

She pushes him back against the sofa.

“No, thank you! I’m happy to keep things… clean.”

He winks at her as she straddles him.

“But not too clean because D is for Dirty Secret. What secrets have you got, Lahela?” She breathes against his ear as she kisses his ear lobe and his jawline.

“No secrets from you, babe, the only dirty secrets are the ones I have with you, that we have to keep from others.”

He kisses her gently on the lips, thinking to the time when they had sex in Ramsey’s office. That was pretty dirty: he had put on the diagnostic doctor’s glasses and lab coat and called MC ‘Rookie’… it made him a little hot to think about the role play. She was so into that, despite her protestations at first. If Ramsey knew what they had done on his desk… God, they be sacked. That had to remain their dirty little secret.

Or there was the time when they fucked in the observation gallery. They had known there was a camera in there but had done it anyway, agreeing that if they could give some security guy a cheap thrill it would make it all the more hot for them. Bryce enjoyed the thrill of public sex, the thought that they could be seen at any moment.

“I love our dirty little secrets,” said MC, knotting her fingers in the back of his hair. “Sex in the on-call room? Or you pushing your hands up my skirt while we’re in meetings at work…”

He grins, and grabs her ass.

“My favourite dirty secret is you, you’re amazing.”

“So,” she smiles, sliding off his lap. “E is for Experience. How experienced are you? Do you know what you’re doing?”

She raises her eyebrows in question.

“Hell yes I know what I’m doing!” Bryce says, affronted. “You know I know what I’m doing…”

She giggles as he pushes her down on the couch and presses his body onto hers.

“Yes…” she moans as his lips find her collarbone, and his hands find her breasts, “yes, you definitely know what you’re doing!”

“If only,” he breathes, “you knew what you do to me, all day, everyday.”

She gasps as his thumb and finger tweak her nipple through the thin fabric.

“Wait,” she grins, trying to sit up, “so… the experience thing…”

He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation with a hint of disappointment.

“Are you seriously asking, right now?” He moans.

“Well… just a rough idea..” she purrs. “I’m interested.”

He sits back against the sofa in defeat and looks at her. She is so beautiful and Bryce is sure that she has had her fair share of men. He doesn’t care what she has done before meeting him, as long its him and only him now.

“Fine,” he sighs, “I slept with six girls in high school, I had one long term girlfriend, two short term relationships, then I had… eleven girls at med school. So… twenty, I guess.”

“Twenty?” MC repeats. She nods, thoughtfully. “You know the exact number?”

“Well, yeh. I mean, I dont just fuck girls and fuck off, you know. I remember them all.” A blush rises to his cheeks and MC puts her hand up to stroke his face.

“That’s nice that you remember.”

He grins, relieved.

“But you’re the one,” he grabs her hand, a serious look overtaking his face. “You’re the only one now.”

She smiles at his beautiful face, and the sincerity she sees there.

“I know.”

They gaze at each other for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. Bryce brings up their entwined hands to kiss her knuckles, each one in turn.

“Come on then, enlighten me as to what F could possibly be!”

MC laughs, picking the magazine up off the floor, from where it fell.

“F is for Favourite Position,” she says, thoughtfully. “I dont know if I have just one position, do you?”

Bryce looks at her body, his eyes narrowed, and imagines them fucking in many different ways. Right now, they could be fucking on this sofa. She could be straddling him, her tits in his face so he could capture a nipple in his mouth and make her gasp. He loves that position, watching her breasts bounce and jiggle, his face so close. But he would also love to bend her over the arm of the sofa, banging up against her ass, slapping it playfully with each thrust. She has a great ass. He loves watching that jiggle too, as he pounds her.

“Earth to Bryce!” Laughs MC, as she waves a hand in front of his eyes. “Favourite position?”

“I think it has to be, pinning you up against the wall, grabbing your thighs,” he lightly traces his finger up her legs, “and lifting you up…” he watches her breathing speed up slightly as his fingertips get higher, “letting you wrap your legs around me, and then pushing my dick into you, hard.” He watches as her eyes flutter closed, his fingers tracing slow circle against the damp material of her panties. “I could pretty much take you like that right now…”

“Mmm, I like it like that, too,” MC breathes heavily, her voice muffled by desire, “I love how desperate it feels, like you really want me.”

“I always fucking want you,” growls Bryce as he yanks MC up by her waist and swings her around so her back is against the wall. He presses his hips into her stomach and lets his hands drift up to her hips, hooking his thumbs into the sides of her panties, slowly, agonisingly pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor.

He lifts her top up in one swoop and, after giving her a wink, he stoops down slightly to take her tit in his mouth. As he sucks and pulls at the nipple, with his other hand he presses a finger into her wet folds. As predicted, MC breath comes in gasps and he delights in the knowledge that he is doing this to her, making her feel this way.

He finger fucks her, knowing that doing this while sucking on her tits makes her come easily. Her moans start as he pushes two fingers in, feeling her stretch out around him. Her hand painfully gripping his hair and her leg snaking its way around his waist as she presses her clit against him tells him that she is coming.

He feels her warm cum lubricate his fingers as he continues to pump his hand against her shuddering core, all the time whispering to her, telling her how he is going to fuck her so hard against this wall, make her come again and again…

“Did you enjoy that?” He teases, undoing his jeans.

Her breathing is so ragged that she manages a raspy “mmhmm” before he grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up, her legs gladly finding their way around his waist, her arms around his neck. She can feel his hard dick pressing against her, and braces herself for the moment when he-

“Uhh!” She cries, her eyes scrunching up as he impales her, plunging his cock inside her, filling up and making her body shudder. He holds her there for a few seconds, feeling with pleasure as her muscles contract and stretch out around him.

He grabs her ass to hold her steady, his fingertips pressing into her soft flesh. He pumps harder, faster, banging her back against the wall, a thump thump thump sound echoing around the room.

“How does it feel,” he gasps, between bangs, “to be fucked so hard?”

She doesn’t answer in words, only in moans as she is bounced up and down on his dick. She knows he is close as his eyes close tight and he gives her one last thrust and then presses her hard against the wall, his dick pushed firmly all the way inside her making her spasm.

He groans as he comes, driving hard into her two more times, his face buried in her neck, cool sweat on his forehead.

“So that,” he breathes, giving her one last desperate thrust, “is my favourite position. Now you need to tell me yours, so we can do that next.”

She smiles as she drops back down to the ground, standing on tip toes to reach up and kiss him.

“My favourite position is right here with you, Bryce.”

He kisses her cheek and lightly nips his way up to her ear where he whispers, “so, are we compatible, then?”

“Hmmm, the tests are not complete, I think we need to do some further exams… but all results so far point to… fuck yes.”

He grins, and sweeps the hair out of her face.

“Well, doctor, I’m happy to offer my services at any time.”

To be continued.

Tag list: @owleyes374 @nighthunternik @politicallycorrectinnocentteen @sibella-plays-choices @ccolz88-blog @nicquix @freak-fandoms @omgjasminesimone @justhereforchoices @mimikoasahina @god-save-the-keen @hazah

Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC, Ethan

Summary: Trying to get some time alone to think, Dr Ramsey sits in the empty tech room at Edenbrooke. What he sees on the monitors get his pulse racing.

Author note: NSFW. Angst. As much as I hate Ethan Ramsey, I do love the idea of getting him very jealous and worked up. Any medical talk will be shite as I have no idea what I am on about. Just making shiz up. Some lack of consent ie Ethan watches other people have sex without their knowledge.

Observing Procedures

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. The darkness and silence of the computer room calmed him and he knew no one would bother him at this time of night. The flickering lights from the CCTV monitor were almost relaxing as it flitted from silently watching the outside gate, then the lobby, then the surgical rooms and observation decks in turn.

It was a similar sensation to counting sheep. Ethan watched the screen flick from one area to another to another, his eyelids drooping and his breathing slowing.

It had been a difficult day. Busy. He had worked closely with her most of the day, his hand brushing against hers during a routine exam on a patient where they both went in with their stethoscopes at the same time, being pressed against her side in the elevator when it was crammed full of drunk students. Picking up her clipboard after she dropped it, and gazing into her tired eyes as she said thanks with a yawn.

He missed being close to her. Not just in the physical sense, but since Miami he felt he had ruined things for their friendship - if a friendship was what they had.

He sighed as he thought of Miami. He had had no intention of kissing her. He knew it was a mistake but he took the risk anyway after seeing her in that blue dress. How could he have resisted? It was a pointless risk anyway, as she cupped his face and told him with pity etched across her face that she was sorry. She didn’t feel the same way. There was someone else. Of course there was. He was an idiot. He wished he had just had more willpower and not revealed his feelings like that. He had felt vulnerable.

He continued to watch the flickering black and white images on the CCTV monitor and felt his headache subside.

Then he saw her.

She was in one of the observation rooms over the OR. She span around and then flopped down laughing onto one of the seats. Her face looked beautiful. Much to Ethan’s exasperation, the image changed to the smoking area outside.

What was she doing in the obs room?

He pressed some buttons on the screen, moving through each image until he found the one he was looking for and locking into that camera. Yes, she was there, alright. With a man: that cocky surgical intern, Ethan noted with distaste. He was standing at the door, staring at her as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Getting to see the things he wasnt allowed to.

Ethan swallowed.

He knew he should look away, turn it off, leave. But he wanted to know… wanted to know what she looked like underneath that blouse, underneath that skirt. He wanted to see her face when she desired something, when she was turned on, when she came.

Feeling like he needed air, he pulled at his collar and loosened his tie, then scooted his chair closer to the screen, taking a furtive look at the door to make sure no one was coming. Looking back at the screen, he watched as she dragged her blouse down agonisingly slowly and threw it towards the surgeon. He caught it and tossed it to one side, moving towards her with a wink and a grin.

Ethan couldnt believe that she was the kind of girl who would fuck in a public place, in her place of work of all things. But he couldnt deny that he was getting hard at the thought of watching her. He could see her breasts rounded and smooth over her bra, begging for him to caress them. Absentmindedly, his hand palmed across the growing bulge in his trousers.

The cocky intern was leaning over her to kiss her now, roughly grabbing her breasts and her waist. Ethan imagined his own hands there, his thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples, making her gasp. He watched, with gritted teeth, as the surgeon dipped his head and kissed the insides of her thighs, pushing her black skirt higher and kissing higher and-

BANG

Ethan’s head jerked around towards the door as he simultaneously switched off the monitor. His heart must have been doing one fifty beats a minute. His eyes stayed strained at the door, waiting for the handle to be turned but no one came. He remained there, paralysed for a few minutes. It must have been someone walking past. Perceiving no danger, he sucked in a breath and his fingers slowly went for the monitor again, switching it on. His eyes widened as he watched her face, flung back in ecstacy, the intern’s head nestled firmly between her thighs.

The diagnostics doctor groaned as he pulled free his erection from its restraints, stroking it and imagining his face pressed against her hot centre. Oh, how he would make her come, again and again. Not quick like this boy, but slowly, bringing her to the heights of pleasure with his tongue and his expert fingers.

His eyes did not move from her face as he carried on touching himself, her mouth betraying the fact that she must have been moaning, her hand clinging to the surgeon’s hair, her legs open wide, letting him in. He watched with barely concealed lust as she came, her chest arching upwards and her mouth open.

Ethan knew he should stop. This was wrong on all levels but he just couldnt bring himself to. He loved her. He wanted her. He hated that he was making her feel these things when it was Ethan who could make her feel so much more. If only she would let him.

His eyes narrowed as he watched her run her hands over this jerk’s chest, a look of pure delight on her smirking face. She bit her lip as she yanked the surgeons trousers down and Ethan could hardly bare to look. He glanced at the wall in distaste. Closing his eyes, he thought about what she was doing right now, he knew she would be sucking that arrogant bastard’s dick. But he wanted it to be him. He rolled his head back and grabbed his cock tightly, roughly stroking it up and down, imagining her lips around it, her tongue lapping over the tip.

He needed to see her. He opened his eyes and watched with a passion that was close to anger as she ran her tongue up the length of the surgeon’s dick. Her face was innocence and sexiness and Ethan could hardly hold back. He groaned as he came on his hand, cum splashing onto his trousers.

He felt grubby and loathesome as he dabbed at his clothing with a tissue. He didn’t know how he could ever look at her again. But, he also noted with shame, he felt satisfied, too. He had had her even if it was just in his mind.

He reached for the monitor and, for a few seconds, watched the surgical intern fucking his intern, his girl, before turning it off.

Complete darkness took over the room.

He pinched the bridge of his nose again. His headache was coming back. For ten minutes he sat in the silent shadows, thinking about nothing, or at least trying to but just feeling empty and frustrated with himself.

Dragging himself to his feet, he made for the stairs, thinking he could just do with a scotch or five from the bar down the road when he heard her voice echoing up the stairwell. She was laughing and giggling with him. They were talking of going to Donohues. He was telling her how he would make her see stars again later. She said she couldn’t wait. Ethan stopped abruptly in the stairs and listened to their mirth fading until it disappeared completely.

He turned back up the stairs towards his lonely office where he knew he would be spending the rest of the sorrowful night.

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Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Summary: Fluff. Bryce and MC go to a fun fair. Expect candy floss and hot dogs. Shit gets cute.

Author notes: After the angst (and somewhat absence of Bryce) of Chapter 12, let’s have some cute fun with our favourite surgeon at the fair! My first completely fluffy fic: be kind. PG but some suggestive comments and innuendo. Because I just can’t help it.

Tunnel of Love

Lottie felt a pair of strong hands grab her hips as she leaned over the counter at the nurses’ station. Bryce’s floppy hair tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in to kiss her.

“Hey,” he breathed against her neck, making her gasp.

“Hey, yourself,” the diagnostics doctor smiled, turning around to face him. She marvelled at how her day was always brightened up when she saw the surgeon.

“God damn, we both look hot in these scrubs,” he winked as he looked his girlfriend up and down appreciatively.

“You’re just meant to compliment me, you know. Then I compliment you back.”

He stepped back and shrugged at her.

“Youre busy, you might forget. I pull off this particular shade of green quite well, I think.”

Lottie yanked him back towards her by his waistband and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I might just pull it off for you, if you know what I mean…”

“Oh,” he pressed his hips against hers, hard, “I know what you mean, Dr Bedford.”

Abruptly, they pulled apart as they heard a cough to get their attention.

“Dr Bedford, you’ve patients that need updating if Dr Lahela can put you down for a moment,” said Dr Ramsey as he narrowed his eyes at the couple. “After all, you are at work, are you not?”

Without waiting for any reply, he briskly walked off down the corridor. Bryce pulled a face at Lottie.

“I guess I can book him in,” he mused.

“Book him in for what?”

“To have that stick surgically removed from his ass, and a heart put in his chest” he winked and she swatted his arm.

“I have to get going.”

“No, wait,” he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, “I wanted to see if you’d go to the fair with me tomorrow? No roommates, no surgical interns, just you and me.”

Lottie loved it when she and Bryce had a day off together. He always had something fun planned, or at least vaguely planned. Whatever they did always led to an adventure, something she’d never have done without him leading the way. Last week they’d gone to a jelly festival of all things. A festival of jellies. The afternoon had ended with Bryce forcing a handful of jelly down Lottie’s top and her squishing some blancmange in his face.

His wide smile was infectious and she grinned back.

“Hot dogs, cotton candy and the ferris wheel? How could I say no!”

♡•♡•♡•♡•♡

They arrived at the fair late afternoon, having spent a delicious morning in bed. Following the cramped subway and two buses, they were both ready to stretch their legs and walk around the fairground underneath the warm sun. Lottie shrugged off her denim jacket and tied it around her waist.

Jaunty music bounced across the fairground and the smell of food wafted towards them. Lottie’s stomach growled.

“That’s because of all the energy you burned off earlier,” Bryce laughed, making her blush at the memory of how they worked up a sweat a few hours ago. “Hey, look, let’s grab one of those fully loaded dogs!”

She followed his gaze and spotted the hot dog stand. Clumsily, she stumbled as Bryce pulled her by the hand over the uneven grassy ground.

“Whoa, I thought it was me who was starving!”

They weaved through the crowd and smiled and said excuse me at happy and laughing people. Couples with their arms around each other, girlfriends holding teddy bears proudly, and parents with children who were clearly high on sugar and excitement.

“I’ll have a Monster Dog,” yelled Bryce to the vendor, pointing to the picture of the hot dog piled high with onions, bacon and cheese, and dripping with hot sauce. You could almost see the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“How come you never look at me like that?” His girlfriend teased, poking him in the bicep.

“Babe,” he said solemnly, “this is a Monster Dog, stuff of legend. What are you having?”

“I’ll have the same, I guess.”

“Yes! That’s my girl!” He bumped her small fist with his large one. Bryce handed over the money and they grabbed their food.

As the loud noises of the fair tumbled over them, they slowly walked past the rides and stalls, hungrily shoving their food into their faces. It tasted heavenly, thought Lottie as she chewed: the boy made a good choice. It quietened her belly, anyway. They walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally bumping shoulders.

“You’ve got a…” Bryce pointed at her face.

“Uh.. sauce? Where?”

Bryce ran a finger up to her mouth from her chin and then licked the sauce off.

“That’s so gross!”

He shrugged.

“Can’t let hot sauce go to waste.”

With their mouths full of the last bites, Bryce nudged Lottie’s shoulder and pointed at a stall. Unable to talk, she raised her eyebrows. Unable to talk, he jerked his chin towards it as if to say, come on.

Hesitantly, she approached the gun range with the eager surgeon. A line of 2D plastic ducks moved from left to right and then right to left at the back of the hut.

“Two, please,” said Bryce, picking up a rifle.

“Ah,” Lottie nervously touched the gun, “what if I shoot someone?”

“They’re not real, just watch.”

He held the rifle up to his face and took a few seconds to aim. Then BLAM BLAM BLAM he shot three little duckies in a row, setting off three spinners underneath which blurred as they span.

Smugly, he raised his hands in the air.

“Top surgeon, top lover, now top shooter!”

“Well done,” said the stallholder, rolling his eyes. “Is the lady gonna shoot?”

Lottie aimed the gun cautiously. Bryce held her elbow up slightly and his other hand steadied her hip.

She shot. And missed.

“Try again, like this.” He stood behind her, pressing his hips against her ass, and moved the gun so it was pointing up a little more. “Go.”

She shot. She missed. His body pressed against hers was distracting.

“That was closer, though,” Bryce smiled, encouragingly.

Lottie aimed one last time and hit the blue duck, sending him backwards.

“Bad luck, miss. It’s 2 out of three for a win. But you,” he gestured to Bryce, “you’ve won a prize.” He pointed his thumb behind him to the teddies and plastic pieces of rubbish. Bryce looked at his beautiful girlfriend.

“You can choose…” he said, almost shyly.

She raked her eyes over the bears and saw the perfect one. She pointed it out and took it from the man, giving it a big squeeze.

“Why that one?” Bryce asked.

She grinned.

“Your stand in when you’re not around. It’s just like you, dont you think?”

Lottie held out the plush Tigger and Bryce nodded, thoughtfully.

“I guess so, full of energy, confident, doesn’t give a crap what anyone thinks.. yeh that’s me alright.”

“Aw, I was thinking more that he’s annoying as hell and talks too much, but ok,” she conceded as he grabbed her by the waist and tickled her, “ok fine, I’m kidding!”

He pulled her closer and kissed her, her eyes sparkling.

“And you just know that with all that energy, Tigger’s gonna be good at…” he wiggled his eyebrows and glanced downwards.

“Oh, well he’s definitely you, then,” she blushed, her mind going back to this morning and just how energetic Bryce could be. All three times.

“Yeh?” He grinned. Grabbing her hand, he span her out and back in, making her skater dress flare up. She span into his arms and he sprinkled kisses all over her nose and cheeks.

They walked hand in hand through the happy crowds, past the twinkling fairy lights looped up over the stalls, stopping now and then to play a game of hoopla or darts. Lottie won a pair of comedy glasses for Bryce and he won her a pair of bunny ears. They bought a stick of candy floss to share and walked side by side, pulling off pink clouds of sugar and feeding each other, laughing at how sticky their lips had become, and licking each others fingers.

“Let’s go on the ferris wheel,” said Bryce, his eyes lighting up at the sheer height of the thing.

They paid for their ticket and clambered aboard one of the swinging cars, yanking the safety rail down against their thighs.

With a groan, the wheel slowly moved upwards and Lottie leaned back against Bryce’s side, wriggling until she was comfy. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed the top of her head. His fingers stroked her forearms and Lottie felt a shiver of excitement at being here with the man she felt that she was beginning to love. She’d never had these feelings for anyone before but she was sure that this was it, the real thing. She knew it when she looked into his face; hell she even knew it just glancing down at his forearms. She loved his forearms, tanned and strong and veiny. And his beautiful hands, with his long fingers, bony knuckles and short, uneven nails. She loved them.

The young doctor placed her hands lovingly over his, stroking and caressing along each vein and circling each knuckle in turn, letting him know in her own way that she cared. She felt a warmth of comfort being with him: he felt so safe, despite the fact that they were 100ft in the air on a rickety wheel.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he breathed against her ear, causing her to smile and close her eyes.

“Thank you for asking me. And for being you.” She heard him chuckle and felt his cheeks go up in a smile, pressed against the side of her face.

The pair of doctors stayed like that as the wheel continued to rise. His arms gripped her tighter as they watched the sun start to go down over the roofs and trees, and twilight began to descend over the town, creating a swarm of shadows and making streetlights blink into life. The bright lights and music from the fair seemed to fade as all Lottie could think about was Bryce, warm against her back, protecting her and keeping her safe with his strong arms around her. He felt like home to Lottie who was still adjusting to a new place, a new job and a new life, even after six months. As they reached the very top, Bryce pulled Lottie’s chin up and kissed her gently, chastely on the lips. She turned to face him a little more and their foreheads pressed together.

“I love spending time with you, Lottie. Everyday is an adventure.”

She pulled on his collar so his lips were brushing against hers. Her thumbs brushed along his collarbone and then she slid her hands down over his chest.

“I love… spending time with you, too.”

She kissed him deeply, with passion but not desperation: a slow kiss, content to take her time. He was hers. There was no rush. His hands flattened themselves out against her back as he pulled her as closely as possible, their tongues tasting each others mouths like the first time.

They pulled apart, unwillingly, as they realised the car was almost at the bottom of the wheel. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. They locked eyes for a long moment, before the gruff voice called, “come on then, out!”

Grinning, Bryce hopped out and held out his hand for his partner in crime. Lottie grabbed it and scrambled out of the car quickly, stumbling into his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Hey, look, over there.”

Pulling her gaze from the handsome man in front of her, she saw that he was pointing at the Tunnel of Love.

“The Tunnel of Love?” She laughed. She’d never been in one. Never had anyone she really wanted to go on one with. Until now.

She giggled with excitement as Bryce pushed her by the hips towards the ride.

“Two, please!”

Eagerly, they clambered on board, Lottie gripping her boyfriend’s arms for balance, and the boat swayed from side to side. She clung on to the edges, while storing Tigger safely at her feet.

“I really dont want to fall in that water,” she cringed, peering over the edge into what looked like black, bottomless water, as they slowly drifted along.

She suddenly cried out as the boat began to rock violently. Bryce laughed as he swung himself wildly from side to side.

She shoved him in the chest.

“Idiot! Stop!”

“Ah,” he said, grabbing her wrists, “but I’m your idiot.”

Frowning, she shook her head.

“You wont be my anything if you do that again.”

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, I’ll stop. I mean, I never want to not be your anything…” he scooted over closer to the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. “I really would prefer to be your everything…”

He nuzzled into her neck, gently nipping at the skin, his hand sliding gently along her thigh.

She leaned into him, enjoying the relaxing sensations of the boat swaying and the sensation of Bryce’s fingertips making lazy patterns across the bare skin of her legs.

The pink, intimate lighting bathed the tunnel in a romantic glow, while soft music played.

“This is a little cheesy,” she said, glancing at the LED swans which moved their necks gently back and forth, “but I love it!”

Bryce coughed. She turned to face him.

“Um… Lottie,” he said, and she sensed a little nervous energy coming off of him. Bryce suddenly talked quicker than she’d ever heard him before. “I love spending time with you, I love seeing you, I love talking to you and when I bump into you at work, I feel so happy, like my heart is gonna burst. I feel so proud to be the one you want to be with. And anyway, well I…” he paused, taking a breath and looking down at his hands. She’d never seen him like like this before. As much as she loved Lahela’s confidence, this new shy Bryce was quite cute.

Reassuringly, she cupped his face with her hands and looked into his eyes.

“I really love being with you, too.” She said, “My heart skips a beat when I see you at work. You make me so happy!”

“Really?” He smiled, his eyes sparkling under the pink glow. “Because, Lottie, I’ve fallen in love with you. I love you…”

His eyes widened as he watched for her reaction. Her mouth opened but she didn’t speak.

Bryce swallowed, hard. His brow furrowed.

“I mean, you dont have to say it back, you dont have to feel the same way back… yet. But,” his grin returned, “you will.”

“No,” she began. She had been taken by surprise. She knew how she felt about him, but hearing the same thing from his mouth had taken her breath away. “I do, I love you already!” Her smile mirrored his as they both grinned widely, relief washing over his features. “Sorry, I was just… taking in the moment. This was perfect, Bryce.”

“You love me, too?” His eager eyes searched her face and she nodded. “I knew it,” he grinned.

He moved so his face was close to hers, and Lottie bit her bottom lip. Gently, he pulled it free with his thumb and kissed her, pulling her lip down to open her mouth so he could move his tongue against hers, exploring his lover’s mouth with a deep longing. Her fingers threaded through his hair and his hands gripped her waist.

“I love you, Charlotte Bedford,” he murmured pulling away.

“I love you, Bryce Lahela,” she smiled, “forever.”

“Of course forever,” he said breathlessly against her lips, “you belong to me forever.”

Tag list:

@owleyes374 @nighthunternik @politicallycorrectinnocentteen @sibella-plays-choices @ccolz88-blog @nicquix

Inspiration: Ride or Die

Pairing: Colt x MC and Logan x MC

Summary: The second part to Double Trouble carries on at the start of Chapter 15, where MC has gone with Logan and Colt to Vaughn’s house to hide out before carrying out their daring plan to trap the Brotherhood, MC has taken Logan to bed with her …but she also has the option to invite Colt, too. NSFW. Or most other places. You’ve been warned!

Author note: Usually, I’m a one-guy kinda girl. Ride or Die is the only book where I’ve been torn between two LIs. So I thought, why not have them both… at the same time?

DISCLAIMER: I’m really quite nervous about this, I’ve never written a threesome before and it’s quite bloody tricky! Please be nice and reblog if you liked it - the more love I get, the more fics I’ll write!

Part one is here! Read it first…

Double Trouble Part 2

My attention was taken from Logan’s icy glares as Colt continued to move down my body kissing my breasts over my sweater and then, lifting my top, kissing and biting my stomach. He stood back up, taking my top with him. He pulled it straight up and over my head, flinging it onto the floor. He gazed darkly at my breasts, spilling out over my white, lacy bra.

“Wow,” he breathed. “Logan, your girlfriend’s hot.” He smirked and gave me a wink, before yanking his own top over his head. His body was perfection. His chest was strong and broad and his abs drew my eye downwards towards the fly of his jeans: this boy was a death trap. I grabbed his arms and spun us both around, pulling him on top of me on the bed. In between kissing me, I saw him glance up and smile dangerously at Logan. Colt bit the flesh of my breasts over my bra and trailed nips down my stomach with his teeth, leaving purple marks as he went. I hissed through my teeth as each of his moans against my skin felt like the soft, purring vibrations of an engine.

Logan moved over to kiss me on the mouth, a gentle kiss, and then a kiss on my neck and ear lobe.

“Are you ok?” He whispered in my ear, as Colt pulled off my jeans.

“Yes,” I smiled, cautiously, as I felt someones hands trailing up my thigh. “Are you?”

He nodded and grabbed my hand, pressing my palm against the bulge in the front of his trousers. I guess that was answer enough. He reached around my back, and unclasped my bra. As it fell away, I saw Colt’s eyes hungrily roam over my tits. He pulled one of my nipples painfully between a thumb and finger before he stood up and slowly began to undo his jeans, pulling them, and his underwear, off completely. His cock was big and hard, and he took it in his hand, stroking eagerly as he looked my almost naked body up and down.

Despite the anxiety of the boys both seeing me like this - naked, turned on and vulnerable - my body shuddered in excited anticipation.

Logan pushed me down on the bed and kissed my breasts, swirling his tongue languidly around each of my nipples in turn. I arched my back and pushed my head back as the sweet sensation of Logan’s mouth took over my body. It made me really wet to know - although I definitely couldnt make eye contact with him while Logan was doing this - that Colt was watching me. I wondered what he was thinking? What he wanted to do to me?

Logan slowly moved his hand down into my panties and gently inserted a finger into my wet pussy. I let out an involuntary moan and Logan captured this in his mouth as he kissed me deeply again.

“My turn,” I heard Colt demand, and a shiver of thrill went through my body. Logan stood up and took the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes, while Colt’s hand seamlessly took over fingering me, moving up a few gears from Logan’s gentle touch. He roughly pushed two fingers inside me and sucked at my nipple. “You like it like this? Hard and rough?” he breathed, between sucks.

I glanced at Logan before answering. He was standing over the bed, stiff cock in his hand, watching us on the bed.

I blushed and nodded at Colt.

“Yes, ah, yes I like it.” As soon as I said it, Colt rammed three fingers inside me, twisting his hand and sending an overwhelming jolt of pleasure through me. “Ohhh…” I moaned as an orgasm flooded through my pussy and I came all over his fingers. He finger fucked me as I came, making me ride out the wave of ecstacy relentlessly until my body relaxed. Pulling his fingers out, he smirked at me. “You look so cute when you come.” He licked his fingers and took a quick glance at Logan. “I think your boyfriend needs a hand there - or a mouth. Get on all fours on the bed.”

I did as instructed, unsure what we were going to do, when Colt gave an order.

“You should suck your man’s dick.”

I took Logan in my mouth, sucking at the end of his rock hard cock. He tangled his fingers in my head, and I could tell he was holding himself back from pulling me further onto his dick. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and his face was the picture of pleasure. He was enjoying this so much and the thought made me relax a little.

Suddenly, my panties were yanked down to my thighs and I felt Colt enter me from behind: the pain flooding my groin and stomach. His dick felt so big in this position and I let out a cry. Colt slammed his dick into me from behind and, at the same time, Logan slammed his into my mouth.

While Colt continued to bang me from behind, I grabbed Logan with my hand and stroked it up and down. I sucked at his balls, eliciting a growl from his chest like the gentle rumble of his Devore.

“God that feels good, Lottie,” he moaned.

“Not as good as this,” groaned Colt, whose fingers were digging into my ass as he fucked me relentlessly. “How about we swap and see?”

My body sagged in a moment of relief from the incessant pleasure and pain, until I was faced with Colt’s dick, pushing its way into my mouth, and then Logan’s dick, as he pushed it firmly and deeply into me from behind. Colt tasted of me, and the naughtiness of this thought made an orgasm build up in my core. I moved my fingers down between my legs and rubbed my clit while licking and sucking at Colt. The sensation of Logan hitting against me, and my sensitive clit being rubbed by my fingers gave way to an immense rush inside me as I came noisily, crying out Logan’s name against Colt’s manhood.

I pushed both boys away as I flopped, completely spent, onto my back on the bed. Like a car running out of fuel, I shuddered to a stop. With my eyes closed, and my breath ragged, my skin tingled as I felt them both run their hands over my body. One pairs of hands squeezed and grabbed my breasts while the other ran in lazy circles along my inner thighs.

My underwear was pulled roughly from my legs and I felt one of them yank my legs open and push their hips in between my legs. Opening my eyes lazily, I saw it was Colt. He pushed his length inside me and I moaned. My walls were sore but the pain was a good pain.

“Time to scream my name, Lottie,” he murmured holding himself up on his tan, muscular arms.

Logan lay next to me, and sucked on my nipple, pulling it between his lips. Colt bent his head down and, as he fucked me hard, clamped his teeth around my other nipple. This was so hot, it was everything I never knew I wanted. I grabbed each boy’s hair in one of my hands and pulled as they sucked. I didn’t think my body was capable of coming again but, as Colt groaned and reached his peak, we came together, me raising my hips to grind against him and calling Colt’s name.

He rests on me, sweaty and panting, and looks up with a grin.

“Fuck, Lottie, that went from zero to sixty pretty quickly,” he smirked at me, as he rolled off. “If you ever need me to lend a hand again, you know where I am.” He glanced at Logan.

“You can go now, Colt.” Logan said, while pulling a blanket over me.

“Message received. See you two lovebirds in a couple of hours.” He jumped up off the bed, gathered his clothes and, without a backwards glance, left the room butt naked.

Logan pulled me towards him and kissed me gently. He laid gentle kisses across my cheeks and lips, my chin and neck.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured into my neck.

“Tired, but good. You?”

He grinned at me and motioned downwards. I moved my eyes down his body and saw that he was still hard.

He wiggled his eye brows. “Up for continuing, just you and me this time?”

I laughed and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. I slowly moved my wet core over his erection and then pushed myself onto him. He closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Lottie, you’re amazing, you know?”

He grabbed my ass and held me firm while he thrust upwards into me, faster and harder, watching my tits bounce with each thrust. I moaned with each movement, loudly.

“Oh Logan!”

“Shout it louder,” he pleaded, and I complied, yelling curse words mingled with his name until he came, stiffening up and letting out a loud yell of release. I pushed down hard onto him releasing the last, tired drops of my own pleasure and grinding against him.

I rolled off of him, laying next to him.

“Are we ok?” I asked, panting and snuggling next to him while tracing lines down his taut chest with my fingers. I was glad I had gotten Colt out of my system - and what a way to do it. My body was sore and sweaty but the smile on my face was genuine and wide. My heart swelled to know Logan had done this for me.

He grabbed my hand and kissed each finger in turn.

Inspiration: Ride or Die

Pairing: Colt x MC and Logan x MC

Summary: At the start of Chapter 15, where MC has gone with Logan and Colt to Vaughn’s house to hide out before carrying out their daring plan to trap the Brotherhood, MC takes Logan to bed with her …but she also has the option to invite Colt, too. NSFW.

Author note: Usually, I’m a one-guy kinda girl. Ride or Die is the only Choices book where I’ve been torn between two LIs. So I thought, why not have them both… at the same time?

In two parts, because it got super long. The second part is the dirtiest…

Double Trouble Part 1

“Logan, why dont you come with me?”

I gently pulled him by the hand towards Vaughn’s spare bedroom. I noticed Colt glare at us, folding his arms. His face gave away the jealousy he was feeling as he watched us disappear through the doorway. Things between he and I were… difficult, to say the least. Despite the love I felt for Logan, Colt and I had had a few moments in the past. A kiss here, a glance there. A lingering touch as we passed by each other.

My attention was pulled from thoughts of Colt to Logan as he held me from behind, running his fingers along my thighs and hips.

“So… do you wanna sleep, or…?” His breath came hot against my cheek and he tugged at the hem of my Langston sweater.

I turned to face him, draping my arms around his neck.

“I’m just thinking about…”

“About what?” Logan nuzzled into my neck, kissing and licking gently at the bare skin there.

“Colt.”

“What?” He pulled away suddenly, stooping slightly to look me straight in the eye. “You’re thinking of Colt? Why?”

I pushed past him and flopped onto the bed. Why was I thinking of Colt when I had the man I loved right in front of me, willing to do anything with or for me?

“I just…” I began, running my hand through my hair as Logan sat next to me, his face showing concern and confusion. I decided to be honest, after all we could all in jail or dead this time tomorrow. “You know Colt and I kissed, right?” Logan was aware of one kiss between us, after I’d found out Logan had lied to me. He nodded, his mouth in a tight line. “Well, I just wondered what it would be like to…”

Logan raised his eyebrows.

“You want to fuck him, right?”

I shrugged, scared of Logan’s reaction. I didn’t want anything to change between us but I didn’t want to leave Colt forever and never know…

Logan blew out through his mouth and ran both hands through his hair.

“Well I’m not letting you screw him without me here,” he sighed.

“What?”

“Look, we will probably never have to set eyes on him once this is over. You need to get this out of your system. I’ve had my fair share of girls, it wouldn’t be fair of me to deny you this… experience. Whatever you want to do, I’ve got you. And, I cant deny,” he ran a finger down my chest, “it would be quite hot to see you… ” he winked at me, a cheeky smile on his face.

“You mean… a threesome? Now?” Jesus. I didn’t think Logan would be into that, hell I didn’t think I would be! But the idea was turning me on. Would Colt be up for it? I but my fingernails nervously.

“Yeh, so, it might be best coming from you.” Logan nodded towards the door.

“But do you think he’ll even..?”

Logan scoffed.

“I know he’ll even.” He pulled off his top revealing his toned body, and leaned against the head of the bed, hands behind his head, looking the epitome of relaxed.

I took in a deep breath and crept out of the door. The living room was in darkness: Vaughn had gone to bed and I could make out Colt’s form lying on the sofa. As I got closer, his head snapped towards me.

“Lottie?” He whispered, immediately sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

I could sense the panic in his voice which matched the panic in my chest. But while he was worried something bad had happened, I was worried that I was going to make a fool of my myself.

“Everything’s ok,” I reassured him. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned down and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Immediately, his hands were in my hair, pulling me in deeper so he could explore my hungry mouth with his tongue. He soon pulled away, and held my face in his hands.

“What about,” he nodded towards the bedroom, “him?”

“Well, we were both wondering actually,” I swallowed heavily and looked down to the ground to avoid Colt’s gaze, “if you wanted to join us?”

“Join you?” The stunned look on his face made me feel sick. I’d got this all wrong. He didn’t want to do this. The blush already on my face burned with shame. “Join you… so, I get to fuck you, and do it in front of Logan?” He laughed.

“Well, if that’s the only reason,” I pulled away from him and stood up, fists balled and anger raging. He yanked off his blanket and, jumping up, enveloped me in a hug.

“No, I shouldn’t have said that. I want to, I think it’ll be hot. Lead the way.”

I paused for a few seconds, scrutinising Colt’s face. I wanted him so badly and this was my last chance. Hesitantly, I took his finger in my hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

As soon as we got through the door, Colt pinned me up against it, his mouth crashing into mine and his hands running up and down my sides, tugging desperately at my clothes. Clearly he didn’t care that Logan was there, and had no qualms about the fact he could see us at all. As he moved to bite and suck at my neck, I glanced over his shoulder to see my boyfriend still resting against the headboard, eyes narrowed but not moving from Colt and me, up against the door.

To be continued…

Part two is here!

Tags: @thirsty-for-pixels

Inspiration: Open Heart by Choices

Pairing: Bryce X MC with a little “Ethan” thrown in…

Summary: Bryce and MC get a little kinky in a forbidden place. NSFW

Author notes: just enjoy!

Role Call

I had just finished signing off on some paperwork when my phone vibrated on the desk. I stretched in the dimming light and swung the phone around to face me. A text from Bryce.

I’m ready to leave, where are you?

I smiled. I’d stayed to get this paperwork finished so that Bryce and I could go to Donohue’s together. It was hard to resist the pull of drinking and dancing with the hot surgeon. His easy going nature definitely helped me to unwind after a hard day, and hopefully there’d be something else in it for both of us at the end of the night.

I’m in Ramsey’s office, just packing away, come get me and let’s go dancing!

Leaning back in Dr Ramsey’s comfy leather chair, I glanced around his office. He had been at a meeting all day and wouldn’t be back tonight so had said that I could use it to complete my work in peace. His conditions had been that I wasn’t to touch a thing, and I wasnt to let anyone else take even the smallest step inside. I pushed my foot against the desk to spin the chair but realised it wasnt a spinny chair. Of course it wasn’t: that would be far too much fun.

Scooping my papers up and shoving them in bag, I heard a little rap at the door. Bryce poked his head around.

“Ready, gorgeous?”

I grinned, feeling the familiar warm comfort in my stomach at his compliment. We had know each other three months now and had gotten pretty close. Nothing official; I’m not sure either of us needed to label what we had yet, but it was fun. And he was incredibly hot.

“I’m ready,” I said as I picked up my things and took one check to make sure the room was in order. Heaven forbid I should leave anything out of place or leave something askew. I straightened the chair so it was exactly parallel to the desk and swiped off any dead skin cells I may have left on the mahogany wood. Just in case. “Hey,” I said glancing at Bryce who had opened the door wide, “dont take one foot inside here!”

Bryce looked confused for a second, then realisation dawned.

“Oh, Dr Dickhead doesnt want anyone in his office?” He wiggled his eyebrows and theatrically lifted his foot from the linoleum outside and held it over the thick burgundy carpet in Ethan’s office.

“I’m serious…” I warned him, striding over to put a hand on his chest. “You know what he’s like, he will know.”

“Pft. I dont know why you care so much. This office isn’t even all that. I mean, look at that!” He pointed over my shoulder and I turned to look.

“I dont see anyth.. Bryce!”

As I turned back to look at him, I realised he had stepped inside the office and was now having a nosey at some of Ethan’s certificates in the wall. I had actually fallen for the ‘look over there’ trick.

I glanced up and down the hallway outside and quickly shut the door.

“For gods sake, Bryce! Etha.. I mean, Dr Ramsey told me explicitly not to let anyone else in!” I could feel the flush rising to my cheeks and the panic rising to my chest. Dr Ramsey was my mentor and had put his trust in me, if he found out that Bryce of all people had been in here. I mean, I saw the way they looked at each other. Bryce thought Ethan was a complete prick and thought I should stand up to him more, and I could see that Ethan hated Bryce’s confidence. Arrogant, he had once called him. And I didn’t correct him, either.

“Hey look,” laughed Bryce as he turned around to me. He was wearing Ethans glasses and had his hands on his hips. “Hey Rookie,” he said in a deep voice, supposedly to imitate the diagnostics doctor. “I’m the best at everything and I’m a complete cunt, so you should bow to me, peasant”

I giggled.

“Yeh, that’s a pretty good impression, now take off his glasses!”

“Wait…” Bryce grabbed a white lab coat off the coat stand near the door and put it on. “What do you think?”

I shook my head as Bryce span around, pouting and pulling the glasses down his nose to peer over them.

“Can you imagine Dr Doofus if he saw me now?” chuckled the surgeon.

“Yeh I can, we’d both be out of a job. Now, let’s go!”

Bryce grabbed my wrists gently and turned me towards him. He gave me a cheeky wink.

“Come on, Rookie… We could have some fun…” he wiggled his hips suggestively.

“Hmm.. what are you suggesting?”

“How about I be Dr Dipshit, and I get to uh…” he glanced at the desk, “boss you about a little?”

I bit my lip as I mulled over his idea. It did sound hot but then we were in Ethan Ramsey’s office and this could genuinely get us sacked. But also, it did sound hot. But it was a terrible idea. But a hot one, too.

Bryce could see me wavering and decided to take action. He flung himself into the leather chair and grabbed a ruler from the pot on the desk. He thwacked the mahogany top and leaned forward towards me. I mentally flinched as I hoped it wouldn’t leave a mark on the wood.

“Rookie, get here now.” He pointed with the ruler to the edge of the desk.

I took a last glance towards the door. The blinds were closed. The lights were off inside the office. No one could see. I moved slowly towards the desk, biting my lower lip and not taking my eyes from Bryce. He whistled as I approached and sat on the edge, in front of him.

“That skirt,” he said, licking his lips, “far too short for a hospital environment. You’re ridiculously unprofessional. Aren’t you?”

I smirked and tried not to laugh. I’d never taken part in role play like this before but I tried to imagine it was really Ethan admonishing me.

I pulled up the hem of my black skirt about two inches, almost exposing my black underwear.

“This thing?” I said, innocently. “But last week I wore one this short and you didn’t say anything.”

His eyes narrowed as they followed my fingers clutching and tugging at the edge of my skirt, which threatened to show my panties.

“That’s because I, Dr Dumbass, was too busy jerking off in my office over it.”

I shoved him in the shoulder.

Bryce ran the ruler faintly along one of my exposed thighs and then the other. I gripped the edge of the desk and let my head roll back. I felt him run the ruler underneath the edge of my skirt to lift it, and then lightly stroke it down my panties.

“Oh, doctor…” I moaned quietly.

Suddenly, Bryce’s mouth crashed into mine and his hands pawed at my waist desperately. He pressed himself between my legs as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Strip.” Bryce’s voice was demanding and hard. I shrugged off my jacket and pulled my top over my head to reveal my black lacy bra and my heaving chest. “The rest of it, Rookie, come on!” He pointed the ruler at my skirt and bra.

I undid my bra under his gaze and, as it dropped to the floor, he grabbed his crotch.

“You’re making me so hard, you naughty girl. Dont forget the skirt, and the panties.”

After I had undressed and was completely bare in front of him, he relaxed back in Ethan’s chair and beckoned me forward.

“Put your tit in my mouth,” he ordered.

I straddled him and, tugging his head back by pulling his floppy hair, I placed my nipple in his mouth and he clamped his lips down, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. Roughly, he grabbed my other breast and began to squeeze. The sensations through my body were electric. Not just because of what Dr Lahela was doing to me, but because of the naughtiness of being in Ramsey’s private space, stark naked with his least favourite surgeon sucking on my tits.

Bryce pushed me up and shoved me back until my butt hit the desk again.

“Bend over,” he growled in my ear and I complied. My beasts pressed against the cool mahogany of the desk where my mentor had worked so many nights previously and would work again, would lean on the spot where my nipples had been pushed against the wood.

Thwack!

I felt a searing pain across my buttocks and turned to look over my shoulder. Bryce was grinning with the ruler in his hands.

“That’s the punishment for your short skirt,” he winked and I flinched as he smacked me again. I felt a warm rush as my pussy got wetter, and it ached with desire. Then, the sharp pain of being spanked gave way to a soft, cool sensation as Bryce bent down and ran his wet tongue over the raised red marks he had created.

He pressed his entire body against mine, and I felt his hard dick against my ass. His breath came hot and heavy in my ear, “do you want to get fucked over your boss’s desk?”

I whimpered a desperate yes and no sooner had it left my lips than I felt Bryce’s rock hard cock pushing up inside me and filling my wet core. He pounded at me relentlessly, slamming his hips against my ass, until i came, rubbing my own fingers against my clit as my hips became bruised and sore against the edge of the desk. He banged against me so hard that I swear the heavy desk shifted slightly. I felt Bryce tense up and cum inside me, before he leant his weight on top of me, breathing heavily.

“Did you enjoy that, Rookie?” He smirked, in my ear.

“Stop calling me Rookie, now,” I rolled my eyes and elbowed him.

He yanked up his slacks and shrugged off the white coat as I grabbed my clothes. Jacket, bra, top, skirt… I couldnt find my panties.

“Uh, Bryce,” I began to panic as I dressed haphazardly. “Wheres my underwear?”

We checked under the desk, moved the chair, even checked the desk drawers but couldn’t find them. The blood pounded in my ears as I realised the situation we were in. My eyes filled with tears.

“Bryce!” I pleaded with him to magically find them.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me in for a hug. “Its fine!” He pulled a small scrap of black lace from his pocket. “I was winding you up!”

I snatched my underwear back and gave him a dirty look.

“I was so worried then!” I scowled at him as I slid the panties up my legs and adjusted them under my skirt.

“Don’t you think Dr Douche would have just lurrrved to have a pair of your panties to savour?” He mimed sniffing something in his hand and fluttering his eyes in utter delight. I tried not to giggle at his repulsive joke but he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me deeply. “Although, I know he’d prefer to fuck you over his desk like I just did. Ah well, they can’t all be me!”

I swatted him away and went to check that everything was in order. I neatened up the desk and chair and checked that we hadn’t ahem… left a mess. I flapped my arms in the air.

“What are you doing,” asked Bryce, who was standing at the door with my bags in his hand.

“Getting rid of,” I gasped, as I flapped a bit more, “the smell of sex.”

The surgeon laughed.

“Come on, let’s go… Rookie.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Thatll do, thank you Lahela.”

He grinned and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. We walked along the corridor, glancing at each other like two naughty school children, giggling and snatching kisses.

There was never a boring moment with Dr Bryce Lahela and I hoped it lasted for a very long time.

Tags: @owleyes374 @sibella-plays-choices @commander-rahrah something youd like, perhaps?

Cardiac Arrest: a Flynn O’Malley short soap opera

Dr. O’Malley enters Northbridge Medical Center after a particularly bad morning. Nothing seemed to go right: his cat Mipsy, puked on his favorite shoes, he forgot he was out of coffee and he somehow made every red light. He was hoping at least work would serve as a fresh start.

“Good morning, Dr. O’Malley” Angelina, his office receptionist greeted him. “I said to call me Flynn, remember?” he replied, shoving a couple Percocets in his mouth. “Jesus fuck, Doctor, that is a ton of opiates! Can you at least TRY to maintain some semblance of ethical behavior?! You have to scrub in in less than an hour!” Angie panicked.

“Angie, baby, please” her face beginning to turn red with rage at his response, “you know I’m in pain.” “IT’S A FUCKING PAPER CUT, O’MALLEY” she screamed, “I’M A SINGLE MOTHER. I NEED THIS JOB, NOT TO BABYSIT YOU.” Flynn chuckled as he walked into his office: “Oh that Angie. She’s a kidder!”

An hour later, Dr. O’Malley comes into the OR all scrubbed in. “All right ladies and gents, let’s make some magic happen.” The entire staff rolls their eyes with a smile: Dr. O’Malley was extra as hell, but he was theirs, and God, if those eyes weren’t the most beautiful shit they had ever seen. “Alright,” looking at his chart, “Desiree. Looks like you’re here for-”but he had stopped short. Good God. She was beautiful! He had never seen such a stunning surgical specimen! Why, she was almost as good looking as him! But of course, no one was as good looking as him, after all, he played a vampire on TV.

“To fix my arrhythmia” she shyly replied. “Yes, of course. Well, you’re in the best hands, and Marco here is going to give you the best sleep you’ve ever had” Flynn finger guns toward the anesthesiologist. “So just count back from 10…9…8…”

Only ten minutes or so later, the patient was stable and Dr. O’Malley found himself cutting into the cardiac cavity to make room for the incisions and laser. A few moments later, the good physician begins the laser…..and promptly fucks it up by ablating an entire coronary path. “Oops. Guess I messed up!” At this point, Marco is really fucking tired of Flynn’s bullshit: “FUCK IT JUST FUCK IT! LET ME TAKE OVER!” Marco grips a scalpel to thin the scar tissue, but Flynn protests: “Are you sure? I mean, this is my department.” “IT’S A SPECIALTY, O’ MALLEY! A SPECIALTY! WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS A MILLION TIMES! I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW YOU BECAME A DOCTOR, LET ALONE THE HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT! YOU SAVE ONE TOWN FROM A SERIAL KILLER AND EVERYONE JUST BENDS OVER BACKWARDS TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE! I WAS FIRST IN MY CLASS AT JOHN HOPKINS! JOHN FUCKING HOPKINS, FLYNN! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ADDERALL I TOOK TO GET WHERE I AM?! YOU COULD KILL  AN ELEPHANT WITH IT! JUST TO PLAY SECOND FIDDLE TO A DOLLAR STORE DAMIEN!”

“I’m sorry, who?” Wendy, the assistant inquired.

“SOMEONE MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME ABOUT, BUT THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT. MOVE!” Marco took over the surgery and fixed Desiree in less than an hour.

The next day, after Desiree came out of surgery and rested a bit, Doctor O’Malley arrived at her room. He knew he needed an update on her health, but his heart was drawn to more than just her vitals. “Hello Desiree.” “Hello, Doctor.” “Please, call me Flynn.” “I don’t think that is ethically appropriate” she hesitated. Flynn came closer to her face, and smoldered, “I think the man who saved your life at the very least, deserves to be on a first name basis.” Desiree was baffled, “Umm…yeah, I guess you saved me. But it wasn’t really that serious though, I’ve had this surgery before, and come to think of it, it was Dr. Marco who actually fixed my problem. You sort of fucked up and quite frankly, I could sue you for medical malpractice.”

“But you won’t.”

“Why not?”

Flynn held her to him. “Because you know just as I do, that our hearts long to be together. That you will be back, not because of a congenital heart dysfunction, but because your heart beats rapidly when you see me too.”

Desirees’ heart monitor begin beeping rapidly. “Uh…about that, ‘Flynn’, maybe you should check on that..” “Nevermind, it’ll pass.” “You sure? Because stress is really bad so soon after surgery.” “It’s expected. You’re just excited for tomorrow.” “Excuse me, but why would I be fucking excited?”

Sorry it took me so long to answer. I’ve been a horrible reader lately, so I haven’t read all of these, but here’s a list of Bryce X MC writers I know have Bryce content. Sorry if I missed anyone, and please feel free to add to this list if you know other Bryce fics/writers:

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: Charlie divulges some information to Kyra and Bryce meets the parents 

Rating: NSFW-ish/18+

Word Count: 2699

“Aaaahhh!” Charlie drops to her knees from the force of a volleyball hitting her in the head.

“Oof,” Bob winces. “That might leave a mark.“

Kyra glares at him. "Not helpful. Are you okay Charlie?”

Bryce is already at her side offering a hand to help her up. “Yeah, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Charlie the rubs a tender spot on the back of her head. “The ball is pretty soft. I was just surprised.” Maybe if she’d been paying attention this could have been avoided it, but how is she supposed to concentrate on Volleyball when she and Bryce just kissed like that?” 

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: Charlie decides to skip one of the group events before attending the beach party, and she prepares Bryce to meet some important guests

Rating: Mature/18+  It starts heading towards NSFW, but not quite there yet

Word Count: 2666

Charlie’s alarm goes off at yet another ungodly hour for “vacation.” She’s so ready to take Katelyn’s itinerary and tell her where to shove it. Bryce is still sound asleep, and the poor guy needs it. She hesitates to wake him, but then his eyes open up, and she doesn’t have to.

“Good morning.” Charlie smiles warmly.

Bryce rubs the sleep out of his eyes “Is it? I feel like death. I typically don’t drink that much and never get that drunk. I apologize for whatever I may have said or done.”

“So you don’t remember?” Charlie inquires.

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: It’s the day of the bachelor and bachelorette parties. How will Bryce react to Charlie being around strippers that aren’t him?

Rating: Mature/18+ (Again nothing explicit, but there is stripping in this one and lots of alcohol consumption)

Word Count: 3457

“My hair is going to be down, so I want everyone else’s hair up,” Katelyn dictates to the stylists. “I’m thinking a lower chignon for all of them, but I don’t want them to be too matchy-matchy, so make them a little unique.”

The stylists get to work as Katelyn floats around from chair to chair micromanaging. Katelyn apparently doesn’t trust an unknown stylist for her own hair and is flying in her hair stylist from back home the day before the wedding. 

Kyra leans over towards Charlie when Katelyn moves to the other side of the salon to supervise the Sarahs. “Only Katelyn would make her bridesmaids get pre-approval on their hair like this. What a waste of time.”

“Seriously. But at least we have wine!” Charlie holds up her glass, and Kyra clinks hers against it.

Charlie’s stylist works with her natural curls, pulling it back and adding in floral hair piece. Much to Charlie’s surprise, Katelyn approves of it without any revisions, but the same cannot be said for the rest of the girls. After multiple reference pictures are taking, Charlie gets tired of waiting in the salon and goes and sits on a bench outside.

As she takes in the sights and sounds around her, she hears her phone buzz in her purse, pulling it out to see a series of texts in her group chat with Aurora, Sienna, and Jackie.

Ride or Die

Double Trouble Part 1: Colt x MC x Logan (threesome, NSFW)

Double Trouble Part 2: Colt x MC x Logan (threesome, NSFW)

Open Heart

Role Call: Bryce x MC with a touch of ‘Ethan’ - NSFW

Cardiac Arrest: Bryce, MC, Ethan - angst

Tunnel of Love: Bryce x MC at the funfair, fluff

Observing Procedures: Bryce x MC, with Ethan angst NSFW

COMING SOON: THE SECRETS WE KEEP

Bryce x MC

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