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Healing Doctor Ryan

Healing Dr. RyanResplendence Publishing
ISBN eBook: 978-1-60735-865-7
Genre: Contemporary; M/M
Book Length: Short Story
Release Date: April 8, 2015

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Oncologist Brannigan Ryan is used to people falling for him. With his black-Irish good looks and easy bedside manner, he’s a favorite among patients. Surrounded by death on a daily basis, however, Bran has learned to harden his heart quite effectively. That is until he starts treating Ian Fitzgerald.

Ian’s warm smile and determination easily punch holes in Bran’s barriers. Taking a step back to rebuild the walls around his heart, Bran takes off to his weekend house on the coast. He can’t surrender to Ian, and he can’t ever get involved with a patient. When a treasure and a message in a bottle wash ashore on his beach, he’s forced to re-examine his determination and wonder if he can’t open himself to love after all.

Warning: Contains a sexy doctor who will steal your heart with his steamy bedside manner.

**Publisher’s Note: This is a revised and updated version of a previously published title.


Note for Readers: You must be over eighteen to read this excerpt.

Sitting practically naked on an exam table waiting for his doctor was not Ian Fitzgerald’s idea of a good time, especially when he got a stiffy whenever his very qualified oncologist stepped into the room.

As he swung his legs back and forth, he tried to talk to his unruly cock. “Now, Dr. Ryan really doesn’t need you to sit up and take notice every time you hear that deep voice of his. He’s a very busy man. Yes, I know, I’ve seen him look at you too, but maybe, it’s just to make sure you’re feeling okay.” Ian gave his pet a quick stroke to soothe him. “Now, Dick, if you’re a good boy, I’ll play with you later.”

The door opened suddenly, and Ian’s face heated. Fuck, he hoped his doctor hadn’t heard any of that. What would he think if he walked in on a twenty-eight-year-old man talking to his cock?

Ian watched the top of Dr. Ryan’s head as he studied a set of charts, Doc’s black curls shining in the overhead, fluorescent lights.

“How am I doing?” Ian asked, tugging his gown down below his knees. He was going to kill his uncooperative body. Hopefully, the doctor wouldn’t notice if he kept his gown tented from his chest to his knees.

Dr. Ryan looked up and smiled. Oh crap, that smile got to Ian every time. He sucked the saliva back into his mouth and waited.

“The results are very promising. Your blood tests look good. Of course, you’re due for another CAT scan in a month, but so far, the surgery and chemotherapy seem to have taken care of the cancer. It’ll be a year next month. That’s a big milestone; congratulations.”

“Thanks.” The clinical reminder of why Ian was here deflated his erection in seconds. Oh well, at least, he wouldn’t embarrass himself again.

“Why don’t you lie down, and we’ll get to the exam,” Dr. Ryan said, putting down his folder.

As Ian took his arms out of the utilitarian gown and uncovered his chest, Dr. Ryan seemed to study him. “What’s your exercise regime been like lately? I’m noticing a good build up in your upper body.”

The doctor palpitated Ian’s chest looking for any sign the cancer had spread from his testicle to another part of his body. It was the reason he still had to have a CT scan every two months. When Dr. Ryan’s fingers brushed over Ian’s nipples, they immediately pebbled and it took everything in Ian not to moan.

“Ian?” Doc said, reminding him he hadn’t answered the question.

“Oh, sorry. Um, I’ve been running three miles a day. I’m hoping to work back up to my pre-surgery five, but three’s good for now. I also lift a little. Not much, but I go into the gym once or twice a week. Been eating a lot better though, so that helps.”

Those long-fingered hands worked their way up to probe and examine Ian’s underarms then the glands in his neck before moving back down to press on his stomach.

“Even though you’re looking good, your weight is still down.” The oncologist looked him in the eye. “I’d like to see you gain about twenty pounds. I know you lost a lot during your chemotherapy treatments, but those are over. Time to get you back up to fighting weight.”

A bark of laughter erupted from Ian’s throat. “Fighting weight, yeah right. What? The featherweight class?”

“Well, right now, I doubt you’d even qualify for that. I know you’re a small man by nature, but you really need to work hard at putting on weight,” Dr. Ryan said, uncovering Ian’s groin.

Ian braced himself. This was always the hard part. Ian did his best to think about something else, while the doctor cupped his sac and examined the remaining testicle. Ian’s cock began to fill right on cue. He blushed and looked down at the erection bobbing against his stomach, almost begging for attention.

“Sorry,” Ian mumbled.

Dr. Ryan looked him in the eyes and grinned. “Don’t be. It goes with the job. Even straight men get erections half the time when I get to this portion of the exam.”

“Oh, I’m not…” Shit, well, there was nothing like coming out to your doctor while he held your nut sac in his hand. What was even more embarrassing was when he felt the doc’s warm fingers brush over his groin.

“I still haven’t figured out why your hair hasn’t grown back down here. The hair on your head is growing back so nicely, but there’s not even fuzz down here. Have you talked to anyone about it? I haven’t seen this particular reaction to chemo before.” Dr. Ryan stared at Ian’s bare groin. It made Dick very happy to be the center of attention.

Ian cleared his throat. “Um, well, actually, I have it waxed.”

Dr. Ryan’s eyes went wide as he looked up from Ian’s groin. “Waxed? You didn’t do that before, did you?” The doctor turned red and shook his head. “Sorry, forget I asked that.”

Running his hands through his very short, auburn hair, Ian shrugged. “It’s okay. I found I enjoy the feeling of being smooth down there. When it started to grow back, I got it waxed. It’s no big deal.”

Dr. Ryan nodded and moved to examine the glands in his groin.

Finally, Dr Ryan flipped down Ian’s hospital gown then stepped back. “Everything appears to be normal.”

“Yeah, if you could call having only one testicle normal,” Ian muttered, sitting up.

The oncologist sighed and sat on his black stool. “I know it takes some getting used to, but you’re actually very lucky. The scrotum is adjusting nicely, and so far, there’s no sign of reoccurrence.” Grabbing Ian’s chart from the counter, Dr. Ryan began writing. “So we’ll see you back here after your next CT scan, right?” He looked Ian in the eyes.

Ian’s insides quivered as he returned the gaze. God, the man was gorgeous. Ian had even been through his crayon box to come up with just the right description of those eyes. He’d finally settled on a shade somewhere between denim and navy. Ian knew the long black lashes framing the blue made them appear darker. He knew it was stupid to obsess about the shade. Who the hell cared exactly what color Dr. Ryan’s eyes were? But for some reason, it was important to him.

Without giving himself a chance to back down, Ian blurted out, “Would you like to grab some dinner?”

Dr. Ryan seemed a little shocked then shook his head. “Uh, no, sorry, I don’t date patients.”

Well, at least, he hadn’t said he didn’t date men. Ian had suspected for several months that the good doctor played on his team. Now that he had confirmation, he wouldn’t let up until he got what he wanted. “It’s just dinner, not a date. I still don’t know many people in Providence and thought it would be nice not to eat alone for a change.” Ian gave him his pitiful, lonely boy look. In reality, he had a pretty good group of friends, but Dr. Ryan didn’t need to know that.

The doctor looked at his watch then back at Ian. “I have some paperwork I need to do before I can leave, but I’d be willing to meet you in an hour or so.”

Ian could tell the good doctor was already kicking himself for agreeing to dinner. Ian knew he needed to firm things up and get the hell out of there before Dr. Ryan talked himself out of it. “How ’bout Jed’s Steakhouse? I’ve heard it’s really good, but I haven’t had anyone to go with, before now.”

Shifting from one foot to the other, Dr. Ryan sighed. “Okay, Jed’s in an hour. Of course, you realize I could be called away on an emergency. It’s the life of a doctor.”

“I know,” Ian stood, holding the gown to his groin, then retrieved his pants. After getting out his wallet, he handed the doctor one of his business cards. “I’ll be waiting, but if for some reason you can’t make it, call my cell phone.”

Dr. Ryan nodded and stuck the card in his shirt pocket. Before he could make it out the door, Ian spoke again. “I really hope you can make it, though.”