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  Jake

  Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  By Pepper North

  Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North

  All Rights Reserved

  Author’s Note: The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to best enjoy the characters. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!

  Other titles by Pepper North

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards Littles 3

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter One

  Jake removed his yellow hard hat to run his hand through his thick blond hair. “It’s got to be 100 degrees in the shade today,” Jake thought to himself. He’d have to make sure all the crew chiefs were rotating workers in and out of the job sites to cool down and rehydrate. The last thing he needed was a bunch of construction guys dropping like flies from heat exhaustion.

  Walking across the building site, Jake’s long legs covered the distances between the groups of workers quickly. Each group paused to see the owner of the company appear. Once Jake had moved on, the crew chief gathered the workers together on that project and reviewed the warm weather protocols that had been put in effect. All employees nodded and looked at each other to celebrate that they were working for a man that valued their well-being. Many companies focused on the bottom line of construction and didn’t care for the health of their employees. Most had worked for J. Edwards construction for many years and they wouldn’t think of changing employers.

  That task done, Jake spread out the schematics for the building under construction to double check the progress and to make plans for the next phase. He had chosen a shady spot near a large stack of framing timbers that would be used in the next few days. Jake focused on the intricate drawings and ignored the rumble of heavy construction and the pounding of hammers and other tools. His large index finger pressed into the plans and he glanced up to look at the indicated spot in the construction yard.

  “Jake! Jake!” He saw his foreman, George, running toward him with a panicked look on his face. The man frantically waved his arms to get Jake’s attention. Too late, Jake heard the creaking of the wood piled behind him. He turned automatically to see what was happening even as his body instinctively began to move away from the shady spot. The lumber began to tumble toward him. The pile’s foundation had weakened and the weight of the wood caused the planks to cascade. His last thought before being knocked out by a flying length of spruce was, “Damn, this is going to slow down construction.”

  Chapter Two

  Anne checked the IV of her new patient in ICU. Even bruised and battered, his suntanned face was boyishly handsome. She brushed an errant lock of the blond hair off his forehead pausing to rest her hand on face to judge his temperature. “He’s too hot,” she observed and mentally noted to check his temperature soon. She adjusted his oxygen flow and stepped back to look at the athletic body swamping the hospital bed.

  He was in bad shape. She knew from the patient’s records that he had been in a construction accident where he’d been injured in an avalanche of building materials. Both legs had been broken. The best orthopedic surgeon in the city had put him back together again thanks to titanium rods and too many screws to count. He had been very lucky that Dr. Matt Richards had been on duty that morning. Dr. Richards was a very respected surgeon on staff by both his grateful patients and the nurses’ that had seen repeatedly that his skill and caring had put back together even the most damaged of patients.

  “Jake Edwards, 33, construction company owner,” Anne read from his chart. He was 6’4” and 200 pounds. She made a note to herself that she’d never be able to move this patient by herself. He was currently in the ICU following several hours of surgery and was expected to remain there for at least three days before being transferred to the orthopedic floor. She glanced up. Jake was in traction. Both repaired legs were supported by black leg braces and suspended off the surface of the mattress to relieve the pressure of the injuries from lying on the bed while maintaining the repairs in alignment to speed correct healing.

  “The next few weeks were going to be tough on Jake Edwards,” she thought. He was young and healthy. He’s make a full recovery but he’d need a lot of care and loving help. There were no family members listed and the only person that had appeared at the ICU entrance to ask to see him was an older man that identified himself as the patient’s foreman and friend. He’s been turned away as only family were allowed in the ICU but Anne had hurried to the window to get his name and phone number. She’d smuggle him in if Jake wanted to see him. Her priority was to her patients and sometimes the rules had to be broken to allay the worries that impeded healing.

  The tall, blond nurse turned down the sheet covering Jake’s torso. She mentally noted his wide chest and lack of hair. “Someone is waxed regularly,” she chucked to herself. She was not a fan of hairy chests preferring the smoothness and youthfulness of a hair-free man. Anne checked to make sure the monitoring electrodes were still firmly attached on his chest and accidentally brushed his dusky pink nipple. Immediately, this bud tightened and rose, clenched off the surface of his pectoral muscle. “Wow, he’s really sensitive,” she thought mentally nodding to herself in approval. She was more intrigued by the moment by this man.

  Brushing the sheet back a little more, she uncovered his pelvis. Before checking the status of his catheter, she mentally took a photo of his penis. As a nurse, she’d seen a lot of male organs. This was a stunning example. It was long and thick even in its unaroused state. She laid a soft hand against his hip. Anne had learned from experience that that power of touch was very important for healing. Touching a patient’s body on a nonsexual point before adjusting something as invasive as a catheter was less shocking to them. She moved her strong hands to his penis. One hand lifted the heavy organ while the other checked the tubing emerging from the tip.

  Immediately, Jake moaned. She carefully laid his penis comfortably on his thigh while straightening out the tubing. Anne shifted to lean over Jake. She rubbed his arm to comfort him. “Hi, Jake. You’ve had an accident and you’re in the hospital. I’m your nurse, Anne. Just relax and let me take care of you, young man.” The kind words seemed to comfort Jake and he settled back down into his drowsing state.

  Finishing her physical check of Jake’s injuries, Anne picked up a large rectal thermometer and opened the lubricant jar. Dipping the thick cylinder inside, she parted his muscular buttocks and pressed the thermometer relentlessly until it was deep with in his rectum. Jake moaned again but this time it didn’t appear he was protesting. Anne looked up to see his green eyes watching her through the heavily medicated state following such invasive surgery. Smiling reassuringly at Jake, Anne spoke softly, “Jake, I’m your nurse, Anne,
” she repeated herself. “I’m taking your temperature. You feel a little warm to me, young man. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

  Jake’s eyes held hers for several long seconds. He drowsily creaked out of a dry mouth, “Anne . . . What happened to me?”

  Anne released the thermometer, confident that he would not push it out now. She picked up a glass of cool water and held the straw to Jake’s mouth. Watching him drink eagerly, she chuckled when water spurted out of the straw over his chest as he had trouble coordinating his muscles to swallow after the anesthesia. We're going to have to get you a bottle, Jake, to drink from so you don’t get all wet.” She watched sudden interest flare in his eyes. Setting the glass down, she turned her attention back to the thermometer deep in his rectum. Twirling it and pressing a little deeper, Anne smiled at his low moan. “Just let me be your Mommy, Jake. I’m taking good care of you.”

  Again, his eyes flashed warmth and interest at her words. That word, Mommy, seemed to hit a trigger in his psyche. His attempts to hide his interest in her targeted words like, bottle and Mommy, raised hope,” Anne thought to herself. “Could this giant man be the one she’d been searching for?” Anne hated to get her hopes up again but lost a little of her reservations as Jake slipped back into sleep exhausted from the pain medication. He whispered, “Mommy,” before smiling and closing her eyes. Anne withdrew the thermometer at the ten--minute mark and recorded the result noting that he was running a fever. She’d have to contact Dr. Richards immediately. She pulled the covers over Jake and again smoothed her hand over the side of his face. She felt him turn into her caress.

  Jake’s hand moved restlessly on the covers. He grasped Anne’s hand tightly when she touched it reassuringly. “Anne . . . Mommy,” he muttered with his full lips curving slightly into a half smile.

  “Yes, Jake. I’m taking care of you just like if you were my own Little boy. Go to sleep, sweetie. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Anne waited, holding his hand patiently until he fell deeply asleep once again. “What was happening here?” she thought trying not to read too much into his words and actions. She could see his increased respiration and heart beat registering on the electronics monitoring his recovery. “This handsome, young man is aroused by the thought of a Mommy.

  Anne contacted Dr. Richards who prescribed an antibiotic and said he would stop by to see the patient tomorrow. Anne continued to monitor her patient through the night. She noted his arousal each time she took his temperature rectally. His fever dropped in reaction to the antibiotics. Her shift was ending soon. She reviewed all his wounds, the catheter and once again covered his muscular body. Anne was glad her friend, Brad, was coming to take over his care next. She trusted him. Somehow, this patient was already important to her. Anne spoke softly to Jake, “Sweetheart, I hate to leave you but I need to go get some sleep. I’ll be back very soon to take care of you again.” Again, Jake’s hand searched for hers and grabbed Anne’s tightly when she touched his hand. “Mommy . . . Don’t leave,” he begged softly through the medicated fog that he was in to control his pain before falling back asleep.

  “I’ll be back soon,” Anne promised. It almost broke her heart to leave the broken figure in the bed. “Brad will take care of him,” she repeated to herself. She pulled her hand from his slowly despite Jake’s tightening grip and his small sounds of protest even in his sleep. She turned to the computer and logged his final results before Brad walked in to the ICU room. They reviewed Jake’s injuries and his care before Anne left Jake’s room hesitating in the doorway to look back at his large form filling the hospital bed.

  “Anne, why am I getting the idea that Jake is more important to you than your normal patients,” Brad asked teasingly.

  “I don’t know what’s going on, Brad. It’s really weird. You’re correct,” Anne admitted. “He’s very important to me already. Take good care of him for me, Brad.” At his nod, Anne forced herself to leave the room. Jake was in good hands.

  Chapter Three

  Anne had forced herself to go home and eat something before falling into bed. She shifted restlessly on the crisp sheets as she worried about Jake. Finally, she got up and called to check in with Brad about the intriguing patient.

  “He’s doing okay, Anne. In a lot of pain but his fever is coming down. He’s said your name a couple of times. He’s looking for you. I was just going to call you. He’s almost awake now and restless. I’m going to hold the phone up to his ear. Talk to him and see if you can get him to settle down. He’s hurting himself if he moves too much,” Brad sounded concerned. “Here he is. Work your magic, Anne. Talk away.”

  She heard Brad say to his patient, “Hey, big guy! Someone special is on the phone to talk to you.”

  “Hi, Jake. It’s me, Anne . . . Mommy. You need to settle down and go to sleep, young man. You’re hurting yourself. I’m going to go to sleep now, too, so I’ll be rested to take care of you tomorrow. Close your eyes and go to sleep for me, sweetheart. Will you do that for me, Jake?” she asked with the steel in her voice that characterized every parent of a willful five-year-old.

  “He’s nodding his head and starting to nod off, Anne. I don’t know how you’ve done it but you’ve gotten through to him. He was not listening to me. He’ll be okay now. You’re back tomorrow, aren’t you?” he questioned.

  “Yes, I’m in at 7 am. I’ll see you soon. Okay, I’m off to sleep. Have a good, quiet evening. Call me if he gets restless again,” she instructed. Getting his promise to call if needed, she hung up the phone and headed back to bed.

  Sliding between the sheets, Anne was still restless. She thought about her large patient. It was funny. She shouldn’t be this attached to him already. He certainly was an attractive specimen. Anne slid her hand down between her legs as she thought of him. That smooth chest was an amazing contrast to his very matured, muscled body. As she stroked slickening folds, Anne pictured his long, thick penis. What would it look like fully erect? His eyes were such a surprise. Who had such beautiful green eyes? She remembered the spark she’d seen in those eyes when she’d mentioned a bottle. She hadn’t imagined it. He’d been totally captivated by the idea. Hearing him say her name and Mommy over and over in her memory, Anne let her imagination take over and her climax rushed over her. What a beautiful Little boy, he would make!

  Chapter Four

  Rushing to the hospital the next morning, Anne quickly signed in and went directly to Jake’s room. Greeting Brad, she walked to Jake’s bed. Immediately, Jake’s eyes opened and his hand reached for hers. “Hi, Jake,” Anne greeted him. “I’m back to take care of you. Did you sleep?” She questioned.

  Brad answered from behind her. “He slept like a baby, Anne. You have the magic touch. He went right to sleep after he talked to you. I’m glad you called.”

  “Me, too, Brad,” she squeezed Jake’s hand before whispering to him quietly. “Let me talk to Brad and then, I’ll be right back.” She picked up his water and put the straw to his lips. “Take a little sip of water, Jake. Be careful, no spilling,” she warned him with a smile. Again, she saw that spark in his eyes. “He remembered,” she thought, pleased. “Maybe, I could tempt you with some breakfast in a little while?” She heard his tummy answer for him with a hungry grumble. “Soon,” she laughed.

  She huddled over the computer with Brad reviewing Jake’s condition overnight. His fever continued to go down thanks to Anne’s early intervention. Dr. Richards was expected to stop by later in the morning to determine the next steps in his treatment. Therapy would start today as well. Jake was not going to enjoy that with two broken legs. She made a mental note to administer some pain medication before they started his therapy. He’d need it.

  Waving goodbye to Brad, she returned to Jake’s side. Anne was glad to be alone with her patient. “How's my favorite boy, today,” Anne enthused as she squeezed his hand.

  Jake met her eyes shyly. His voice was very rough, “I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.” His eye’s twinkled. “I’m
glad you’re back. I missed you,” he said softly.

  “I missed you, too, Jake. I think you got run over by a load of lumber, Mr. Hunky Construction Guy,” Anne laughed.

  “Do you think I’m hunky?” Jake asked smiling fully for the first time. “I think you’re the most beautiful nurse in the world.”

  “Flattery will get you nowhere, young man,” Anne said lightly. “Now, let’s figure out what you’d like to have for breakfast. Do you like scrambled eggs?” Anne helped him choose a light breakfast that wouldn’t overtax his stomach. She called into the kitchen and asked that they double the normal portions. He was a big man.

  “Okay,” she said to Jake upon returning to his bedside. “It will take a while for the food to arrive. I’m going to check you over and see how you’re doing while we’re waiting. Then, I think you need a quick sponge bath to freshen up. And after eating, back to sleep with you to help you recharge your batteries,” she instructed as she fit her stethoscope into her ears.