PIERCED - A Stepbrother Romance by Maya Hawk Page A

She spins around and locks the door before rushing over to me.
    “Quick, we only have a few minutes,” she unbuttons her white coat, her breathing heavy. There’s a look in her eye that sends my cock into a shriveled state of NOPE. Dr. Corinne Cawthorn is beautiful by anyone’s standards, but she’s all kind of crazy, and she’s not anyone I’d remotely entertain being with. “Come on. Hurry up!”
    She reaches down for my cock, but I block her hands.
    “Hurry, my patient in twenty-five is about to deliver any minute,” she says.
    “Corinne, what are you doing?!” I grab her gently by her narrow wrists, guiding her needy grasp away from my flaccid cock that wants nothing to do with the shit she’s peddling. “Don’t do this.”
    “Don’t do what? I’m making this easy for you,” she says, licking her lips. Her eyes fall to my crotch. “God, that fucking piercing, Sutton. The way it rubs against my g-spot…”
    She looks like she’s about to orgasm on the spot, simply from memory.
    “I have to have it again,” she begs. She pulls her lab coat off her shoulders and begins unbuttoning her skirt and tugging it down her hips.
    “Stop.” I stand up and head to the door. If she’s not going to leave, I will.
    “What the hell is wrong with you, Sutton?” she calls after me. “You’re messed up in the head. You need a psych consult, you know that? You won’t date anyone. You won’t fuck anyone. You won’t let anyone in. Are you gay or something? Are you not into women?”
    I don’t justify her accusations with a response. I bite my tongue and get the hell out of that tiny on call room and Crazy Corinne.
    I finish my shift with zero sleep on the off-chance Corinne might try to sexually assault me with her heightened state of desperation once again. The nurses get it. They say nothing. They only keep the energy drinks and fresh cups of coffee coming as we work side-by-side delivering a handful of babies.
    Despite the shift from hell, I can’t stop thinking about Lauryn. I need to know how she’s doing and if she’s crying over that asshole, James. If she has any smarts about her, she’ll be celebrating and thinking about the next time she’s going to see me.
    I chuckle at that notion. It seems so far-fetched.
    When my twenty-four hours are up, I clock out and head home, stopping in my tracks when I round the corner to my apartment and see Lauryn sitting on the floor, leaning against my door.
    “I wasn’t sure what time you got off,” she says. Her eyes are clear, like she hasn’t been crying. That’s a good sign. She doesn’t seem upset, in fact, she seems unshakably calm. “I tried texting you and then my phone died. I couldn’t find my charger.”
    “Uh, huh,” I tease. “It’s okay if you wanted to come see me. You don’t have to make up excuses.”
    I slip my key into my lock and let us in, tossing my keys in a bowl on the console after kicking off my shoes.
    “Make yourself at home.” I yawn. I’m exhausted, but seeing Lauryn has given me reason to fight that tooth and nail. “I’m going to shower.”
    By the time I emerge from the shower, she’s sitting on my couch rifling through an old yearbook. She looks up at me and flashes a slow grin. We had a lot of good times together when we were younger. “Found this on your bookshelf over there.”
    I take a seat next to her. She’s flipping through the back where there’s a picture of the two of us our sophomore year – before we stopped speaking to each other. We’re covered in face paint that matches our school colors and running down a football field hand-in-hand.
    “I miss us.” She says it in one dreamy sigh. “The old us. I miss the people we were before life got shitty and complicated.” She runs her hand across the slick pages, as if she could possibly touch a memory. “Why didn’t you try to stop them?”
    I lean back, running my hands across my thighs.
    “When you found out about our parents, why didn’t