Surge (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 3: St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders by Gina Watson Read Free Book Online Page A

closed the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “How are you?”
    “Better now.”
    “What were you laughing at?”
    “Your face as you read the notecard.”
    “In class we had to watch a birthing video. It was horrific. Hope you weren’t planning on having children because I’m not going through that.”
    His head went back to accommodate his abrupt release of air from the deep laughter elicited on her behalf. She was the only one who could extract such a reaction from him. “I think it’s time for a quiz. Take off your pants and go get under the covers.”
    “Hmm, that’s very clinical talk doctor.”
    “Panties too.” He gathered her notecards and joined her on the cot.
    “Let’s see what we have here.” He lay above her, resting his weight along his side, and pulled the covers to their neck. “Labia majora.” His fingers traced down her thigh until he reached the juncture between her legs. “Labia majora would be here”—he lightly traced the outer flesh—“two cutaneous folds that extend from the mons pubis down to the perineum.” His fingers lightly grazed each anatomical point as he spoke.
    He sat up to his knees. “Here, you hold these.” He passed her the note cards. “What’s next?”
    Breathily she answered, “Clitoral glans.”
    “Lucky you.” He smiled. “That would be here”—he pushed his finger down on the knot between her legs. “It’s no larger than a pea and is comparable to the male organ, the glans penis, although much more concentrated and therefore highly stimulable.” He massaged the area with light repetitive movements. “During arousal the clitoral glans engorges with blood and will either protrude past, or swell under the clitoral hood.”
    She gasped, “What’s mine do?”
    “You’re a tricky girl because you swell under the hood. Fortunately for you, I aced female anatomy. However, I need more information to make a thorough assessment.”
    He blew raspberries on her bare cleft and she squealed while he delighted in her youthfulness. Under the covers he spread and adjusted her and took her clit between his lips, massaging and squeezing until her fingers curled into his hair and her legs pressed together, closing him in. He thought he might smother under the covers between her legs, but he couldn’t imagine a better way to die. When her ass lifted off the bed her breath was heavy and she writhed and squeaked out some semblance of his name. He felt her increased moisture and confirmed that her clit did in fact swell when she was aroused. Of course he’d already known that having committed every inch of her body to his memory.
    Needing to be inside her he stood to his knees and pulled the string on his scrubs. He looked down at the contented look on her face while she smiled up at him and mouthed, I love you .
    Beep, beep, beep . That pager would be the actual death of him. It always seemed to sense when he was about to escape deep inside her body and would taunt him. His head went down to rest on her stomach while he pulled his pants up, tied them off, and willed his erection to stop raging. He sat, hanging his legs off the cot. “I gotta go.”
    “I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
    He kissed her and then exited the room to head to emergency.

Chapter 5

    By Saturday Clara was packed and waiting for Jackson to return from his shift at the hospital. Her back pocket buzzed. She pulled out her phone and saw a text from Clay.
    Clara Bear, you want to ride with us?
    Gotta go to the restaurant for a bit. I’ll catch a ride with Jackson.
    Be safe. Love you.
    Love you.
    She hated lying to her brother, but if he were to find out about Jackson life as she knew it would crack open spilling its guts onto the pavement. She wasn’t quite ready for that to happen. Not having a family of his own, Jackson spent all holidays with the St. Martins. In addition, he’d attend events like engagements and birthdays, his own included. Dad had