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  Surge

  Fastlane Series

  (Book #1)

  By Sloan Storm

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

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  October 28, 2015 - Thrust (Fastlane Series: Book #2)

  AVA

  It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man’s bare ass first thing in the morning.

  But one that… perfect?

  No.

  Never.

  With my fingers still wrapped around the door handle, I froze in place, my eyes inappropriately fixed on the man’s partially exposed, lean and muscular backside. Morning sunlight shined on him through the exam room window, casting the shadow of his hard body beneath the thin fabric of the exam gown.

  I stood there for a moment too long, temporarily forgetting I was there to do my job. Just then, the man, who had been looking out the window, turned in my direction.

  We locked eyes. He arched an eyebrow.

  Shit.

  As quickly and as subtly as I could, I averted my gaze and instead snapped my eyes to his chart which I held in my free hand. Around the same time, a strong odor of over-applied perfume entered my awareness. What’s worse, it smelled like a mix of cotton candy and sweat—cheap and tacky.

  Continuing into the room, the source of the aroma appeared in my peripheral vision. To my left sat two women. One a blonde, the other, a redhead. They looked to be in their early to mid-twenties, around my age, and by the way they dressed, not from around here—Austin that is.

  “Hello,” I said, flashing a polite smile at them.

  Their eyes met mine with an icy glare. They didn’t respond.

  I looked away from them and back towards the man.

  “Mr.… Vix?”

  He took an extra second to reply. His eyes wandered along my body.

  Wow? Really?

  At last, he nodded and looked at me. “Dyson,” he said.

  The door to the exam room closed behind me with a hiss of the hydraulic swing arm.

  “All right,” I began, shaking my head a bit. “Dyson… Dr. Wilcox will be in in just a moment. In the meantime, I need to check your vital signs.”

  Dyson walked towards me and stopped about a foot or so away.

  “Should I disrobe?”

  I blinked. Clearing my throat, I stammered a response, “Um, n-no. That won’t be necessary.”

  He winked at me. “Another time then.”

  This had to be a joke.

  I straightened my spine and nodded in the direction of the exam table. “Have a seat, Mr. Vix.”

  But instead of walking towards the table, the man looked at me again.

  “It’s Dyson.”

  “Right, my apologies. Have a seat, Dyson.”

  The thin tissue paper covering the length of the table crinkled and crackled as he sat down on it. Dyson swung his legs casually over the side and hooked his hands along the padded edge. Composing myself, I spent the next few minutes getting his vital signs without any further interruptions.

  Once finished, I looked at him.

  “Dyson, I need to draw some blood for the tests we’re required to take. Do needles bother you?”

  My eyes locked on his. They were a shade of blue that I’d never seen before. Blueish gray, like steel. He reached up and slid his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

  “Nope,” he replied with an easy shrug. “Don’t bother me at all.”

  From behind, I sensed the two women watching our exchange. Their silence was the only clue I needed that they were more than just friends with him.

  A couple of minutes later, I’d finished drawing his blood.

  Only one thing remained before Dr. Wilcox would come in and conduct the full exam. I walked to the other side of the exam room, picked up a urine sample cup and made my way back towards him, extending it in his direction.

  One corner of his mouth turned upward in a deviant curl. Wordless, he eased off the exam table, took it from me, and passed by on the way to the restroom, next to the entrance of the exam room.

  My head moved on a swivel while he walked. Dyson made no effort to cinch up the back of his exam gown. He stopped, catching me looking yet again. However, instead of saying anything, he gestured over his shoulder towards the two women.

  “Is it okay if I have some company?”

  My mouth drifted open. “I…”

  The expression on his face was indecipherable. Was he being serious? The truth was, no one ever asked me a question like that during an exam before. On the other hand, nothing about this exam was normal so far.

  Dyson chuckled at my lack of a reply. “Joke.”

  I responded with an uneasy laugh.

  Why was this guy making me feel like a thirteen year old?

  Was I blushing?

  I reached up and touched my cheek with a subtle swipe.

  It felt like it.

  Just then, Dyson began to toss the cup in the air with casual flicks of his hand. He gestured towards the women, pointing to the one on the left.

  “That’s Svetlana,” he began before he nodded in the direction of the other one. “And that’s Anastasia.”

  Yep. Not from Austin.

  Once he finished, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. I looked at him for a moment, not sure of the meaning. A second later, it dawned on me.

  “Oh, I, um,” I said. “My name is Ava. Ava Walters.”

  “Girls, keep Ava company while I’m gone.”

  Seconds later, Dyson disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the women, who seemed less thrilled with me now than ever.

  “Anastasia and Svetlana?” I began, summoning all the politeness and professionalism I could. “Is that… are you Russian?”

  They glanced at each other for a moment before cackling with laughter. Without answering me, they spoke to one another in a language I didn’t understand. Once they’d finished, they looked away from me and returned their attention to their phones.

  I shook my head and tried to ignore their rudeness. Instead, I used the time to make notes in Dyson’s chart. Around that time, the door to the exam room opened. Dr. Wilcox walked inside, nodding in the direction of the women.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  Their attention never wavered from their phones. Dr. Wilcox approached me with a suspicious frown on his face.

  “Mr. Vix? Where…?”

  I nodded towards the bathroom.

  “Ah, I see. Very good.” He extended his hand towards me, unfolding his fingers as he did. “May I?”

  I passed Dyson’s paperwork to him. Dr. Wilcox perused my notes for several moments.

  “Do you need me for anything else, Dr. Wilcox?” I asked.

  Dr. Wilcox raised his hand to his chin as he studied Dyson’s chart.

  “No,” he muttered. “Not right now, thank you, Ava.”

  With that, I turned and started to walk away, when Dr. Wilcox spoke once again.

  “On second thought, Ava, there is something I need to discuss with you.”

  I looked at him. “Yes?”

  However, before he told me, the bathroom door opened, and Dyson appeared. He walked towards me with the nearly full sample cup in his hand.
He shook it back and forth with a few quick snaps, causing the liquid inside to bubble.

  “Be careful with that,” he said, passing it to me.

  I took it from him. “Thank you. I will,” I deadpanned.

  When I finished speaking, Dr. Wilcox introduced himself.

  “Mr. Vix? I’m Dr. Wilcox.”

  Dyson nodded. “Good to meet ya, Doc.”

  Dr. Wilcox closed Dyson’s folder and patted it with his hand.

  “Now that we’re done with your vital signs, blood work and the like, we just need to conduct a brief physical exam, and we’ll get you on your way. I know you’ve got to get back to the track.”

  “All right,” Dyson replied.

  “Would you like to do the exam one-on-one?” Dr. Wilcox said. “You know, have some privacy?”

  Dyson shrugged.

  “Doesn’t matter to me. Everyone can stay. I don’t care.”

  Dr. Wilcox was the consummate professional, always putting the needs and comfort of his patients above everything else. Satisfied Dyson was ready to proceed, he nodded, “Okay then, we’ll have you disrobe first and then come back over to the exam table.”

  Without wasting a second, Dyson dropped the gown to his feet.

  Still holding the urine sample in my hand, I stared in slack-jawed awe. There was no getting around it. I leered at the man. While he hadn’t yet noticed me, the women did.

  “Hey! Girl!” one of them growled at me in a thick European accent.

  Dyson and Dr. Wilcox turned towards me.

  “Is everything all right, Ava?” Dr. Wilcox asked.

  Ignoring the girl, I nodded, refocused on the task at hand, and walked in the direction of Dr. Wilcox to assist with the examination. Picking up Dyson’s folder from the exam table, I opened it and readied myself to take notes for Dr. Wilcox, refusing to look at Dyson.

  After all, one look was all I needed to know he was physical perfection. Lean, muscular, not to mention the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen.

  This exam couldn’t get over fast enough.

  DYSON

  I leaned back, straightening my arms and bracing myself with my palms on the exam table. Dr. Wilcox started the physical, explaining what I should expect. After that, we chatted casually.

  “Are you satisfied with how the season is going so far?” he asked, as he poked and prodded me with some damn cold fingers.

  “Yeah, I guess it’s going okay. Things could always be better. But we’ve got a good car. I’m betting that being back in the States for a while is going to be just what we need.”

  “Mmm hmm,” The doctor muttered. “I take it you’re talking about Gunter?”

  I nodded. “Yep.”

  “Yes,” Dr. Wilcox replied. “He’s got a sizeable lead in the points race at the moment, doesn’t he? Great driver.”

  “Uh huh,” I muttered.

  Personally, I thought Gunter was the biggest asshole I ever raced against. I didn’t like the sonofabitch one bit, and if it was the last thing I did, I was going to take him down a peg or two. But before I could say anything, Dr. Wilcox spoke up again.

  “When was the last time Formula One came to the U.S.?”

  “Hmmm,” I began, not sure of the answer myself. “Been a few years, at least.”

  “Uh huh,” Dr. Wilcox mumbled. “Raise both arms for me.”

  I did as he said.

  He continued, “You know, when Dr. Luca and I were in medical school together, he was obsessed with racing. It was all he ever talked about.”

  “I believe that. We’re lucky to have him. Great doctor.”

  Just then, Dr. Wilcox leaned away, turning towards Ava and gesturing for her to pass my chart. She still hadn’t looked at me since I took the gown off. I studied her for a minute as they talked.

  Anastasia and Svetlana seemed predictably pissed. They could be major pains in the ass, like most Grid Girls. But I didn’t mind their company.

  Great lays.

  Anyway, I was just having a little fun with Ava. My version of it anyway. She was a pretty woman, no question about it. A natural beauty. She had her hair pulled back. It looked to be deep red in color. Green eyes, great rack.

  I could get used to being a patient here.

  “Dyson,” Dr. Wilcox began. “We’re all done here. You’re free to get dressed. We’ll have the results of your labs later today.”

  “Okay. Sounds good.”

  With that, I slid to the edge of the exam table and pushed myself off it. I caught Ava sneaking a peek again. I smiled, thinking I couldn’t have asked for a better start to the day.

  Just when I started to get dressed, Dr. Wilcox spoke.

  “Dyson, I’m happy to help out the team while it’s here in Austin, but as far as the rest of the races here in the U.S., my hands are tied. I just can’t leave my practice and go on the road for an extended period of time.”

  I yanked my jeans up and started to button them.

  Shrugging, I replied, “They just pay me to drive the car, Doc. The rest of that stuff isn’t my problem.”

  He nodded. “Of course. Any idea what the status of Dr. Luca’s passport is?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  “Okay, well, hopefully it gets resolved soon. All right, enough of that. Ava and I will leave you for now.”

  I smiled and nodded at him. “Appreciate it. So, we’ll see you at the track later?”

  Dr. Wilcox shook his head. “Actually, no. I’m not going to be able to make it today.”

  He turned and looked at Ava. “Which reminds me… That’s what I wanted to talk to you about when I came in a few minutes ago.”

  She looked at him in confusion. “Sir?”

  “The results for Mr. Vix and his teammate, Mr. Rhys. I’ll need you to take those to the track for me later today.”

  “Oh. Yes, sir,” she replied, nodding. “Not a problem.”

  With that, Dr. Wilcox slid his pen inside of his coat and extended his hand towards me. “Pleasure to meet you, Dyson. Good luck in Austin this week.”

  I shook his hand in return. “Thanks Doc, appreciate it.”

  An awkward smile came to Ava’s lips as she looked at me.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Vix.”

  Like Dr. Wilcox moments before, Ava straightened her hand, expecting me to shake it.

  “What? No hug?”

  That one got her. A genuine smile at last came to her full, pink lips.

  “Maybe another time,” she said.

  I took her hand in mine and wrapped my fingers around it, holding her for an extra second or two. Her skin was soft, delicate.

  “I’ll hold you to that,” I said.

  Ava’s smile vanished from her face. I let go of her hand. Without another word, she walked towards the door where Dr. Wilcox stood, holding it open for her. Not one second after they exited, Svetlana and Anastasia shot to their feet and stormed in my direction.

  “You like that girl?” Anastasia snarled.

  Svetlana remained silent, crossing her arms and nodding in agreement with Anastasia. I chuckled and shook my head, turning away from them and reaching for my shirt.

  “You know the rules,” I said, pulling it over my head. “If you guys don’t like it, there’s the door.”

  Now that I called their bluff, the girls glanced at each other for a second. In the next, Svetlana walked right up to me, placing her palm against my stomach. She leaned in and began to kiss my neck. Anastasia followed. Within seconds, she pressed her lips against mine and snaked her fingers inside of my jeans, beneath my underwear and finished by wrapping them around my dick.

  I indulged them for a bit, relaxing and savoring the moment. After all, I had a lot of work to do this week. There was nothing wrong with blowing off a little steam. As a matter of fact, the more they began to grind on me, the surer I was now was as good a time as any to take the edge off.

  I returned Anastasia’s kiss with aggression. Within seconds, Svetlana unfastened my jeans and
I felt the cool air of the exam room against my cock once again.

  AVA

  Was he for real?

  What. A. Jerk.

  I cursed myself for running late that morning and not being the one who checked him in at the front desk. If I had, I never would have gone in there. Walking towards the nurse’s station, I chewed my lip while following behind Dr. Wilcox.

  “Ava,” Dr. Wilcox said, stopping for a moment before he went back to his office. “I’ll get the track credentials for you. You’ll need them to get in later today.”

  I nodded and placed Dyson’s chart down on top of the station.

  “Okay.”

  Actually, it sounded so not okay.

  The last thing I wanted to do was see Dyson Vix again. He was probably the rudest, crudest, most inappropriate man I’d ever met. An obvious playboy, desperate for women to notice him. I shook my head at his ridiculous behavior and scanned the area for my coworkers, when one of them, Amy, appeared from one of the large rows of standup files behind the station.

  “Hey,” I said, pointing my finger at her. “Thanks a lot.”

  Amy frowned. “What’s wrong with you? What did I do?”

  I swung my arm in the direction of Dyson’s exam room, still pointing.

  “The race car driver. The Russian girls?”

  “Ohhhh…” She nodded, smiling at the same time. “Wasn’t he yummy?”

  Before I could reply, Ginger appeared from behind her, carrying an armful of files.

  “Who’s yummy?”

  Amy turned her head in Ginger’s direction.

  “Ava is talking about the guy in exam room three.”

  “Oh yeah, oh he’s hot all right,” she said. “Did you see the other one?”

  “Other one what?” I asked.

  “His teammate… Marco.” But then, almost as soon as she said it, Ginger touched her index finger to her chin, remembering something. “Oh that’s right, you came in late. You missed him.”

  I scoffed, shaking my head for emphasis.

  “Well, if he’s anything like Dyson Vix, that’s fine by me.”

  “What are you talking about?” Amy said. “He is H.O.T. Hot!”

  I couldn’t deny she told the truth about him, in a physical sense.

  However, looks were the only thing he had going for him. In fact, I was more than a little disappointed in the shallowness of my coworkers. I had no idea they were so superficial.