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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Sam is a special ops soldier. He knows how to handle a gun, fight his way out of almost any situation, and is usually prepared for anything--except the feelings he is quickly developing for Dr. Daniel Evans, the squadron doctor. Doc, however, has had feelings for Sam for quite sometime, but he has no idea what to do about them. For as long as he has known him, Sam has always been straight. When a chance encounter with Sam leads him to believe that Sam might be interested in more than a doctor patient relationship, Doc decided to pursue Sam, only to learn that Sam is married--to a woman! Heartbroken, Doc ignores Sam's pleas for help when his wife is attacked. But when Sam brings his pregnant bride home and Doc learns that Sam still has feelings for him and it's a marriage of convenience, will Doc forgive Sam? As they try to explore their new relationship, the danger that brought Sam home in the first place threatens to separate them permanently. With the help of their friends, Sam and Doc try to protect Sam's wife and themselves, hoping for a life together. [Erotic M/M Contemporary Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Siren Classic, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: October 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [182 KB]
Words: 40389
Reading time: 115-161 min.

"4 Blue Ribbons: The Doctor's Patience is the second book in The Lovers of Alpha Squad series and this time it's the team doctor's turn at the heartbreaking business of love. From the moment you open the pages of this book, you are knee deep in steam. Daniel and Sam are just absolutely perfect as enemies, but even better as lovers and they burn up the pages before you get to the end of this fantastic read. With Ms. Glenn's usual creativity, expect issues and drama and so much fun untangling the mess that Daniel and Sam have around them. Simply wonderful.--jyhayboy, Romance Junkies

"Author Stormy Glenn explores gay relationships and true love in The Doctor's Patience...The Doctor's Patience has some hot moments, major misunderstandings and a sweet romance."--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

Chapter 1

Doctor Daniel Evans flipped through his notes as he transferred them into his computer. He tried to put them in some semblance of order as he typed but his heart wasn't in his work today.

He'd pretty much like to be doing anything except paperwork. He was a doctor. He liked working with people, not paper.

Hearing the infirmary door open, Doc looked up to see Cole Daniels walk in. "Hey, Cole. Is there a problem? Is Mari okay?" Doc asked quickly as he got to his feet.

Mari Johnson, the woman that was involved with both Cole and his twin brother, Bear, had been poisoned several days earlier. Doc had seen to her medical needs and had just released her to move from the infirmary to her own bedroom earlier in the day.

"No, Mari's fine," Cole replied. He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the edge of the desk. "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

"Sure, what's up?" Doc asked as he settled back down in his chair, leaning back to look up at the larger man. Cole Daniels was the embodiment of what every Navy Seal wanted to be. Big, strong, and very masculine.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did for Mari. If you hadn't reacted so fast, she wouldn't have made it."

Doc shook his head. "No, I was just in the right place at the right time, Cole. If you and the other guys hadn't given me the best equipped infirmary and lab around, nothing I could have done would have made a difference."

"Don't sell yourself short, Doc. You've saved every member of this squad more times than even I can remember. You're worth every penny we put into this place," Cole said chuckling.

Doc could feel his face heat up at Cole's praise. Yes, he was a doctor, even a fairly competent one, and he had worked on each member of Cole's special ops team at one time or another. But he wasn't a magician.

Being the only doctor dedicated to the care of a very special group of soldiers did have its rewards, though. Besides being included as a colleague and friend, Doc had one of the best-equipped medical infirmaries he had ever worked in.

That it was built in the basement of the very house they all lived in together only added to those rewards. Doc was able to simply go out his bedroom door, down the hallway and a set of stairs, and he arrived at work.

"Besides," Cole continued, "we had to thank you somehow for saving us from those maniacs at the government labs. What better way than to give you a place to take care of us? With our genetic differences, it's not like we can go to a regular doctor."

"I guess," Doc replied as he thought about the genetic differences Cole was talking about. Five years ago, Cole and the other men in his military unit had all volunteered for a special government project to enhance their natural abilities, both physical and mental.

When they had become stronger and more aggressive due to their alterations, the doctors in charge decided to eliminate them. Doc, who had worked with the men even then, had been appalled and helped them escape.

"No guessing about it, Doc. You put your life on the line to save us when our handlers wanted us eliminated or locked up for life. Every single member of this team would give their life for you and you know it."

Doc could feel his face burn even brighter. "I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done, Cole. What they wanted to do to you was wrong. I just spilled the beans on them. It wasn't anything special."

Doc looked up in surprise when Cole began to laugh. "Just spilled the beans? Doc, you sweet talked your way in to see the President of the United States and saved our asses. I'd say that was something special."

"Look, Cole--" Doc began only to be interrupted when Cole stood up, holding his hand to stop him.

"Okay, Doc, continue to live in your fantasy world if you want. You're a great doctor and we will always owe you for what you've done for us. I just wanted you to know how I felt."

Doc nodded, flashing Cole a smile. "Noted."

As Doc watched Cole walk out of the infirmary, he was reminded of the conversation that he had with Mari a few days prior. She had been lying in her hospital bed recovering from her poisoning.

He was confused by the attitudes of Bear, Cole, and Mari. None of them seemed to have issue with the fact that they were all in a sexual relationship together.

And now that Mari knew she was pregnant, she seemed to be pretty sure that neither Bear nor Cole would care who the father was, but would in fact just be thrilled that they had gotten Mari pregnant.

"Go ahead and ask, Doc. You know you want to," Mari said.

Doc froze as a flush worked its way up his face. Busted! He passed an uncomfortable glance over to Mari. He hadn't realized that he had shown his curiosity quite so much. He was a little embarrassed that he had been caught.

He walked over to Mari and sat in the chair Bear had vacated a few minutes earlier. He watched his clasped hands for several pensive moments before looking at Mari. "How do you do it? I mean, how do you share yourself with two men without them feeling, I don't know, jealous?"

"I don't know exactly. I guess it just happened. Not that I don't think it might not come up at some point because I do. How could it not? But Bear and Cole both care about me. According to you, they love me. If they both want me, and they're willing to share, why shouldn't I keep them both?"

"Is that what you want? To have two men?"

"If you had asked me that a month ago, I would have said no. Oh, sure, women always fantasize about having two men, just like men fantasize about having two women."

Doc couldn't help but chuckle at Mari's words. If only she knew. Doc was gay. He had been gay for as long as he could remember. He had never once fantasized about being with two women. Two men, on the other hand...

"But after being with both Bear and Cole, and seeing their ability to share, to love me equally and not make me feel like I am betraying the other one when I have sex with the other, I couldn't imagine anything else," Mari continued.

Doc thought over her words. This subject concerned Doc a great deal. It had been on his mind a lot lately.

"Why do you ask, Doc? Have you fallen in love with someone that wants to be in this sort of relationship?"

Doc's head jerked up, his mouth dropping open in shock before snapping shut. "Not exactly."

She laid her hand on his and patted him. "Tell me, Doc. Sometimes it's better to talk about it."

Doc took several long breaths before talking, trying to gather his thoughts enough to explain to Mari the hell he lived in.

"I've recently become aware of ... feelings for someone. Someone I have always been attracted to but until now, that's all it's been, an attraction. Over the last few weeks this attraction has grown into something more."

"Does he know?" Mari asked.

"How did you know it's a he? Am I that obvious?" Doc exclaimed as he stared at Mari in surprised.

Mari laughed. "Oh Doc, it would have to be someone you're with on a daily basis for strong feelings to develop. Other than your sister, I'm the only woman here, and I know you're not in love with me. So, by process of elimination, it has to be one of the guys."

Doc could feel his face flush again. He felt a little unnerved knowing that Mari could put things together so easily. Had anyone else figured it out?

Mari shook her head. "No, Doc, I don't think anyone else knows."

"Damn, woman, can you read minds?" he asked.

"No." She laughed again, patting his hands to reassure him. "But I can read panic when I see it. Now tell me about him."

"I hardly know where to start. I've known him for years and I've always been attracted to him. He's just so, I don't know, alpha male I guess. It can be sort of overwhelming sometimes."

"I know the feeling."

"I've spent a lot more time than normal around him recently and found myself looking forward to our time together, wanting our time together. I had hoped that he felt the same way, but I don't think he does."

"Why not?" Mari asked.

"He likes women," Doc replied sadly. "I mean, I've always known he was straight. That's why I never made a play for him. But since we've been working together on this project for Cole--I guess I just started to think maybe there was something there."

"Are you sure he's straight? I mean, could there be a possibility you're wrong?" Mari asked.

Doc shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I've seen him with women. And he definitely likes them."

"Could he be hiding it? A lot of people do, you know. Afraid to come out of the closet and all that," Mari reasoned.

"I don't know, I guess he could be. I mean, there have been casual touches and such. And occasionally I catch him looking at me with that look. You know what I mean, that look of someone who is attracted to someone else?"

"Yeah? Sounds promising so far. So what seems to be the problem?" Mari asked.

"What if he's not gay? What if he really is straight? I could ruin a good friendship if I cross that line, you know?"

"What if he's both?"

Doc gave Mari the first smile she had seen in several moments. "That's what I'm hoping. But that comes with its own set of problems. I just can't stop thinking about him."

"And that's why you want to know about sharing."

"Yeah, I guess. I think I would do almost anything if he felt for me what I felt for him." And Doc knew he would. He hadn't ever been this interested in someone before.

"Doc, sharing is great but it's not for everyone. You have to be really sure that's what you want before you do something like that."

"You know, that's exactly what Bear said to me," Doc said, chuckling.

"Well, it's the truth. If you are going to share someone you love with another person, you need to be damn sure you can do it or jealousy will eat you alive. So think about it long and hard before you do it. But don't worry. Things have a way of working themselves out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You know I am. Jealousy can destroy a relationship," Mari stated firmly.

So, could he share? Could he be in that sort of relationship? Doc wasn't sure. Could he be with a woman just to please the man he knew he loved? Was a relationship even a possibility?

"Hey, Doc, you got a minute?" Doc nearly jumped out of his skin when the object of his thoughts, and many late night fantasies, walked into his office interrupting his trip into the past.

"Sure, Sam, what can I do for you?" Doc asked, hoping his voice sounded normal. His heart rate sure wasn't. If he weren't a doctor he would swear he was having a heart attack.

"I cut myself and I wondered if you could take a look at it." Sam held out his hand, which he wrapped in a kitchen towel.

Doc stood up and unwrapped Sam's hand. The cut looked small, but deep. "Come on. That's gonna need a couple of stitches."

Sam followed Doc into the examination room Mari had been earlier that day and sat down on the exam table. He watched Doc gather supplies from several cabinets and place them on a small silver tray.

He liked watching the smaller man move around the room. Doc seemed so efficient at what he did. Sam had always been impressed by how intelligent Doc seemed. He was great to talk to and never made Sam feel like an idiot, unlike his father who was a prominent Boston businessman.

The sensations Sam felt when Doc held his hand immobile to further examine the cut, unnerved him. The feel of Doc's fingers on his skin sent small tingles right to his groin.

He had been having these strange sensations for a while now and didn't know what to do about them. Sam had always thought that Doc was an attractive man but until recently, he hadn't realized how attractive. Or that attraction made Sam curious about more than Doc's bedside manner.

He had never seen Doc date anyone, even though he knew Doc was gay. Doc had been totally truthful about it when Sam had asked a few years ago.

It never bothered Sam until now. Ever since Sam had noticed Doc as more than a colleague, Sam had been more confused than he could remember. He didn't know what to do about the feelings Doc was inspiring in him.

Unlike Doc, Sam had always been with women and since sex with women had never been that mind-blowing, he hadn't done it that often, just when he needed to relieve some tension.

But the sensations he got when Doc touched him felt different than anything he had ever felt. Just thinking about Doc made him hard as a rock, which wasn't a good thing considering Doc was leaning right over the tent in his pants. Sam hoped to hell that Doc didn't notice.

Sam knew that if he even started to think about the late night fantasies he had been having about Doc there would be no way he could hide his reaction from the man, even if Doc was on the other side of the room.

Still, being this close to the man he dreamed about for the last few months was having quite the effect on Sam. It was all he could do not to lean over and bury his face in Doc's neck. Sam had never smelled anything like it in his life, all male, with a soft hint of musk. Sam could smell him all day long.

Doc wasn't doing much better. Just being this close to the man he had been thinking about for the last few months was heart wrenching. He had always been attracted to Sam, but never thought more about it until recently.

Cole had asked Sam to work with Doc on creating a special medical pack that each soldier in their unit could carry on them, something that they could use while out in the field until they could get back to the ranch compound.

While Doc might be their doctor, he never went on missions with them. He was a doctor, not a soldier. The least he could do was make sure his patients could make it back to him to be treated.

That agreement had started the hell that Doc now lived in. He spent several hours a week closed in the small infirmary with Sam, working with him, smelling him, wanting him.

However, it certainly would not be professional to attack his friend and colleague, his very straight colleague. Besides, with Sam standing a good six inches taller than his five foot eleven frame, and probably one hundred pounds heavier, Sam could wipe the floor with him.

As kinky as it seemed, the thought of Sam wrestling him down onto the floor made Doc's cock jump up and beg. Doc nearly groaned. He had always been attracted to big, tall, strong men and Sam had a massive self-confident presence that just screamed to Doc.

Not that he considered himself a sub or anything. He always liked to be on equal footing in a relationship. But something about the bigger man called to Doc on a very basic level.

"So, Doc," Sam began hesitantly. "Do you date?"

Doc nearly dropped the wad of gauze he had in his hands at Sam's question. His eyes flew to Sam's before lowering quickly back down to the hand he worked on.

"Yeah," Doc replied, surprised that Sam had asked. Why in the hell would Sam be interested in whether or not he dated? Unless ... "Why?" He was unable to contain a small kernel of hope growing in his heart. Maybe Sam had noticed the attraction between them.

"I just wondered. I've never seen you go out before."

Doc held his breath waiting for Sam to continue, but after a few moments of silence he finished wrapping Sam's hand and stepped back. "Okay, that should do it. Keep it dry for the next couple of days. I'll take out the stitches next week. And remember to keep it clean."

"Hey, Doc?" Sam said as he stood up from the exam table. "I hope I didn't offend you or anything. I'm just curious."

As casually as he could manage, Doc said, "You didn't. I do date on occasion but lately--"

"Lately?" Sam asked when Doc didn't continue.

Stains of scarlet appeared on Doc's cheeks as he finished speaking. "I've kind of gotten interested in someone lately and don't want to mess it up by dating someone else."

"You're interested in someone?" Sam asked harshly, clearly astonished. "Anyone I know?"

The hostility in Sam's voice startled Doc. "Why do you want to know? Why would you care?"

"I don't!" The force of Sam's seething reply took Doc off guard. He couldn't figure out why Sam was so angry. Did Sam think that he was interested in someone he himself wanted?

"Sam--" Doc began.

"I don't care who the hell you fuck." Sam's voice was quiet, yet held an undertone of cold contempt.

Doc stood there in shock at Sam's outburst as he watched him storm from the room, slamming the door behind him. That had certainly gone well. Not!

Sam slammed the infirmary door behind him, puzzled by his growing anger at Doc, but still angry that Doc was interested in someone enough to stop dating. Doc must have some pretty serious feelings towards this person if he stopped dating just so he wouldn't mess up the relationship.

A tumble of chaotic thoughts and emotions assailed him. Why in the hell was he so concerned with who Doc dated? What did it matter to him who Doc dated, who he slept with?

It shouldn't matter to him, but it did. Just the thought of Doc having sex with anyone else filled him with rage. Doc shouldn't be intimate with anyone ... except maybe him.

That thought confused Sam even more. He was pissed that Doc was interested in someone. Sam wanted that someone to be him.

Sam suddenly stopped walking almost as if he had hit a brick wall. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to know who Doc was interested in. It would eat him up if he didn't find out.

Sam spun around and walked back to the infirmary. He tried not to examine his feelings too much. He had no business prying into Doc's private life but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

Opening the infirmary door he looked around for Doc. He wasn't in the waiting area or the exam room, but he could hear a noise coming from Doc's office. He walked towards the office, pausing in the doorway. Doc's back was to him as he messed with some papers on his desk.

Sam walked right into the office grabbed Doc by his arms and spun him around. He heard Doc's quick yelp of surprise as Sam pressed his mouth to his.

His tongue explored the recesses of his mouth. Doc's tormented groan was a heady invitation as he wrapped his arms more tightly around Doc and pressed his hard erection against Doc's body.

If his lips hadn't been lavishing Doc's, Sam would have grinned as Doc wrapped his arms around his neck and arched into his body. An electrical shock raced through his body when he felt Doc's erection press against his.

Without breaking their kiss Sam lifted Doc up and laid him back onto the desk. He leaned over Doc to press his body over his, their hard cocks rubbing together through their pants.

He groaned when Doc lifted his legs to wrap them around his waist bringing them even closer together. He moved faster against Doc, creating intense friction between them.

Sam's mouth gaped open suddenly as he felt himself begin to orgasm. It was perfect, electric, and sensual. He tossed his head back and growled low and deep and needy as he exploded in his pants. In the background he dimly heard Doc groan as he too found release in Sam's embrace.

Sam rested his head on Doc's shoulder for a brief moment before standing up and staring down at Doc's dazed expression. He never knew a man could look beautiful, but in that brief moment the satisfied expression on Doc's face was more beautiful then anything he had ever seen.

He wanted to put that expression on Doc's face again and again. And that scared the crap out of Sam because he wanted more. And he wasn't in a position to have more.

Sam stepped back when Doc reached up towards him. He watched Doc's hand fall slowly back to his lap. Doc's face showed his disappointment and bewilderment. Sam knew he confused Doc but his emotions were too chaotic to explain.

"Sam?" Doc whispered.

The husky sound of Doc's voice as he said his name had Sam nearly running for the door. He didn't want to examine his actions too closely right now. They were too raw, too jumbled. He had just received more pleasure releasing in his pants than he'd ever had with anyone he had ever been with.

As he raced out of the infirmary and up the stairs, Sam could hear Doc's tormented cry behind him. He knew he wasn't being fair to Doc, but he didn't know how to handle the feelings swamping him.

As Sam reached the top of the stairs, he pressed his hand over his face, the shock of the last few moments paralyzing him where he stood.

His face flushed with regret and anger at himself. The minute he had touched Doc, Sam had been a goner. That's why he had taken such pains to maintain a distance from him. He didn't know if he could fight his attraction to Doc.

Sam knew he couldn't be having these feeling for Doc, not now. Not when he was about to move to Boston to live under his father's ruthless control, giving up everything good in his life. Including Doc.