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  Ménage a Moi – The Right Medicine

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  By Lainey Fox

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  The following story is full of romance, sex and sensuality. See the preview below for a bit of foreplay.

  Amanda bit her lip as she felt his thick fingers part her and began mapping out her sex. He found the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening and began firmly circling it. Her eyes clenched close and she moaned, hips working to in tandem with his shifting fingers.

  “I need more,” she groaned aloud, she felt so empty.

  “Just a second, just a second,” he soothed.

  She opened her eyes to see him positioning the head of his cock against her, its thickness momentarily intimidating before he pressed forward. His hands cupped her hips as he slowly started to shift his length into her. There was a slight discomfort from being stretched to her limit. She clenched around him as he shift above her, then began thrusting. She clung to him, legs wrapped around his hips and hands tracing lines of his muscle.

  Her thumb circled one of his dark, flat nipples, doing all she could to distract him as he stoked the burning fire in her. The knowledge of what she was doing started to stutter, her fingers began to caress less and cling more as he built a steady rhythm. He collapsed down onto her, his weight shifting to his elbows. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, it was a line from her breast to her sex was tugged and she moaned aloud. Her arms went around his neck and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

  ‘So close,” she hissed and arched up to meet his pounding hips. “So close.”

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  Ménage a Moi – The Right Medicine

  Book 1 of Ménage a Moi – The Right Medicine

  By Lainey Fox

  Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  Copyright © 2016 by Lainey Fox

  & Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

  All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  1

  It was Amanda’s first day of residency and she was humming with extra energy, not counting the two cups of coffee she had chugged on her way to the hospital. She and her fellow interns were waiting to meet the physicians that they would be shadowing for the next three or more years. It was both exciting and had her nerves set on edge. She was going to be doing a lot of her time in the emergency unit because somewhere between pre-med and med school she decided she wanted to save lives as they came in the door. Many of her classmates wanted easier positions in general medicine as family practitioners.

  “I'm not looking forward to the stress,” a younger man beside her started. “Or the hours. Give me nine to five, I'm ready for that.”

  She refrained from snorting in distaste, he sounded like a wimp.

  “Doctor Edgar Semmes,” he introduced himself to her, with a smile that she was sure he thought was charming and a hand for her to shake.

  She grimaced and took his hand, it felt cold, “Amanda Thomas.”

  “What? Not going to throw out that doctor title?”

  She shook her head, pulling her hand from Edgar’s grasp. She could already tell she wouldn't enjoy her time working with him.

  “I'll call myself doctor when I get my license and can actually help people.”

  “Wow, you sound noble. So, it's not about the money doctors make and it's all about saving lives?” He asked, looking bemused.

  “If you’re only in this for the money then I feel sorry for your patients,” Amanda answered honestly.

  “Hey, hey,” he raised both hands and backed away slightly, “that’s not a way to look at it.”

  Amanda’s attention shifted, watching three men and a woman approach their group. The female cleared her throat and spoke first, “I’m Doctor Lauren Tidd and this,” she nodded towards an Asian man that was slightly taller than her, “is Doctor Scott Kim. We’re the surgical physicians that will be taking the residents that are surgical focused.” She reached out and patted the shoulder of a tall African American man, “Doctor Coleman and Doctor Riggs,” she nodded to a slightly older man with greying hair. “They will be handling the rest of you. You know your specializations, you know who you’re supposed to head to. I suggest you take the moment to introduce yourselves and be quick about it because we have a lot of work ahead of us.”

  Amanda immediately went to the appropriate doctors as she was directed, shaking hands with Doctor Coleman and then Doctor Riggs.

  “Amanda Thomas,” she offered her hand to Coleman first, which he took. Offering her a dazzling smile as she shook his hand firmly, she was out to make an impression. She turned to Riggs and offered him the same respect. She wasn’t here to play. “I look forward to learning from both of you.”

  Coleman gave her a slight nod, “I hear ya, Thomas.”

  “Let’s see how long it takes you to crack,” Riggs said in response before turning to the rest of the interns that were converging on them. “We’re going to split you up and start rounds. I hope you had your coffee, kids, because we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

  She found herself pleasantly surprised to be grouped with Coleman, with Riggs seeming crass and intolerant in comparison. Though, this was only from a first meeting. There were rounds to do and no time for dawdling. While the start the day was mostly tailing the practicing doctor, Coleman spent a good bit of the time looking to his new residents for answers. It wasn’t telling of his skill, but more so of him wanting to know their knowledge of what was ailing patients in their wing. Once rounds were completed Coleman put them to grunt work, making Amanda reassess her earlier assumption as soon as she was wrist deep in bedpans and taking samples of bodily fluids. Dirty work, unpleasant work; though necessary.

  At the end of the day Amanda found herself sitting in the break room, a simple room that looked more like a locker room than a hospital staff room. She was seated on a bench that stretched between two walls of lockers, feet aching and eyes burning. First ten hour shift casing a night of restless sleep had caught up with her. A hand landed solidly between her shoulders, shaking the sleep from her.

  “Thomas,” Doctor Coleman said with that dazzling smile of his, something she was amazed that he could maintain after such a long day. “You did good today. Held out a lot longer than ole Riggs was betting. I hope you intend to prove him wrong again tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be sure to get better rest tonight,” she admitted tiredly.

  Maybe it was the weight of the day wearing on her, but she found herself appreciating the looks of the man before her. He had what looked like smooth dark skin, hair cut neatly, and somehow despite the length of their day he still seemed fresh and attractive.

  “How do you manage to do all that and still look so good?” She asked.

  His smile turned into a grin and he sat down beside her on the bench, the
hand on her back going up to the back of her neck to give it a slight rub.

  “I get the interns to do all the hard work for me, I thought that was obvious enough,” he chuckled. His winding thumb found a knot in her muscles and with just a little bit of effort he started to work the tension loose. “Having a good personality helps when dealing with people,” he offered. “If they see you as easy going and likeable they want to open up about the problems they’re having. Because they came here for help, you know? If you look at them clinically, they’re likely to be afraid. Not knowing what’s going on and websites that people use to self diagnose themselves doesn’t help a lot.” He keep rubbing, soon his other hand moving to rest on her shoulder as he rubbed. “You gotta open up to people, I see you’re ambitious and I like that. But, don’t forget the people you’re working on. Understand?”

  She nodded, feeling heat rush to her face. The tension in her shoulder long since dissipated and now she just had the pleasure of feeling the strength of his hands on her shoulders and neck. She cast a look at him over one, seeing curiosity in his dark brown eyes.

  “Are bedpans in my future for tomorrow, too?”

  He chuckled warmly and let her go.

  “Yea, unfortunately, that comes with the job. Usually the nurses do that, but one of the things I find that grunt does is help teach young doctors some appreciation and keeping them humble. Besides, there’s a wealth of information in them.” He stood then, giving her back another pat. “I’ll see you in the AM, Thomas. Go home and get some rest.”

  She nodded, finding that she had warmed up quite a bit to the dark skinned doctor. Though it may have been the tiredness talking, she found herself contemplating him in a less than professional light as she stepped out of the hospital and made her way home.

  2

  The following week seemed to be an increased amount of work and long hours. This was something Amanda wasn’t looking forward to, but there was a silver lining. The idea of helping people still clung to her, even after a week. She would have to do this for the next three years at least. Longer if the doctor she was shadowing deemed it necessary. Though, she didn’t think that would be the case. Doctor Coleman made a point in giving each of them positive feedback, he was a diligent doctor and observant to a degree that was admirable. He was positive even when mistakes were made. How he maintained such an air in a place that held death and disease she wasn’t sure.

  Amanda’s shift was over and she found herself still lurking in the break room. She had her first code blue and, despite Coleman’s best efforts, the patient was unable to be resuscitated. Amanda sat alone in the break room, trying to wrap her mind around the death she had seen. Interns hadn’t been able to help, it was something that the doctors and experienced nurses struggled with. She had seen the sweat gather on Coleman’s brow as he pressed down on the elderly man’s chest while they waited for the cart to be wheeled in. When the death was declared it took everything in her to not let emotions well up and overflow. After the fact that, they received a grim lecture on death.

  “It was bound to happen,” a voice cut through her macabre thoughts. “It’s not something you can really prepare for, even if you try to stamp down your empathy. You still feel something every time you lose one.”

  She looked up to see Coleman watching her, he was leaned back against a row of lockers down to scrub pants and a light grey t-shirt. She took a moment to assess him; he was fit with a slim, but muscular body. His arms looked thick crossed over his chest and his expression looked sympathetic, it was hard not to like him.

  “How do you keep it from getting to you?” she asked, watching for any sign of reaction. “You seem like this ray of sunshine, even now.”

  He started to smile then with a shake of his head came to join her on the bench, “I’ve been doing this job for a little while. It doesn’t make it any easier to lose someone, whether you know them or not. But, it’s a fact of life, sometimes no matter how hard you try. You just need to find an outlet for that stress to get relief from it. Once you find something, it’ll help a whole lot.”

  “You have any suggestions?”

  “I like to hit the gym, but hey,” he gave her back a pat and stood. “Let's go get some dinner. I’ll show you a guilty pleasure.”

  Curious, she stood and followed. The walked out of the hospital, he led her about two blocks from it to a little strip mall to a little restaurant set into one of the stores. Susan’s Soul Food boldly decorated the class front and from the looks of the little hole in the wall it was popular, there was tables taking up the majority of the main room and they looked full. He opened the door for her and the aroma trailed out, it smelled heavenly. They found their own free table and a waitress came to offer us menus, that were just laminated sheets of paper, and tell us the specials.

  Doctor Coleman order fried chicken breast, collared greens, and homemade mac and cheese.

  “Don’t judge the stereotype,” he sniffed. “The food is delicious. Don’t be believe me you can try it, too.”

  She couldn’t fight the smile, “I’ll have the same. Though I’ll take the green beans instead.”

  It took a while, but when the food was placed before them it looked as delicious as it smelled. The chicken’s skin had crunch and the insides were juicy and mouthwatering. The green beans were salty and had the savory tang of bacon added to it and the mac and cheese had to have been the best she had ever had.

  “Lord,” she said as she leaned back in her chair. “That was so good,” she might have moaned.

  “I told you,” he smiled, looking pleased with himself. “Might not be the healthiest food to eat, so don’t come here on a daily basis.”

  She felt warm and at ease, the food sitting in her belly and making her feel better after the trying day. She pulled her wallet out when the bill came, but he waved her away putting a card in the little black folder.

  “You didn’t have to--”

  He shrugged as if it were no big deal, she didn’t even get a chance to see what the cost had been.

  “I wanted to,” he stood, throwing a few bills on the table. “Let me get you back to the hospital so you can get home.”

  “I can walk from here,” she stood to follow, allow him to lead her out of the restaurant.

  His hand was at the small of her back and it felt hot, adding to the warm feeling she felt with the good food.

  “Walk?”

  She smiled and nodded when they stepped out into the darkening day.

  “I live about five blocks that way,” she nodded south. “You could come with me if you like, I’ve got a case of beer if you’re interested?”

  His brows went up and he eyed her curiously, before shrugging.

  “Sure, I could go for a cold one after today.”

  With that, they headed in the direction of her apartment, walking together on the sidewalk and chatting amicably about what was expected of doctors and how she could stand out from her fellow interns.

  When they arrived at Amanda's apartment he followed her up to the third floor and entered with her. Amanda found herself wondering just what she was doing when she pulled two bottles from her fridge. Doctor Coleman was an attractive, intelligent man. This could just be a beer, she popped the cap off hers and his, then offered it to him.

  “Doctor. It occurred to me, I don’t know your first name.”

  He chuckled, sipping lightly at the beer she had given him, “It’s Shawn. Lauren likes to skim of the facts a bit when she’s dealing with other people. She’s a great doctor, don’t get me wrong. But, she also likes to be vague.”

  “Can I ask you a personal question, Doctor Shawn?”

  “Go right ahead,” he had that smile on, he was leaning against her kitchen counter and there was just something about him that had her wondering just what he looked like out of his scrubs.

  “What do you do to keep the stress from getting to you?”

  He set the bottle of beer onto the counter and took a step closer to
her.

  “I have a few things I do and can recommend. Start a workout schedule you can adapt to working as a doctor,” he started ticking them off on his fingers, leaning over her just slightly. “Drinking in moderation, a glass of wine a day is good enough. More than that and it can develop into a problem,” he sounded serious as he was speaking seriously about it. “The last thing is to find a friend and get them to help distract you.”

  “A friend?” She could feel flush creeping up her face as she noticed him inching down towards her.

  “I can show you,” it was a low murmur before he descended upon her.

  Shawn kissed her fiercely, mouth opened tasting her and his tongue carefully caressing against hers. It was a mix of desire and caution that drove her forward, he had a head taller than her making her inch up on her tiptoes and press against the length of him. He was hard muscle and he wound an arm around her waist to steady her. Soon, though, he seemed to lose patience somewhere and his kisses became less hesitant and more fevered. He hauled her up and plopped her ass down on the kitchen counter.