Dr Stanton Boxset

by T L Swan

  “Knees up.” He growls.

  Oh shit, I don’t know if I can take him like that. He’s too big.

  “Cam…” I whisper.

  “Get your fucking knees up, Ashley,” he snaps as he grabs my ankles.

  I bring my knees up and he circles into me deep. My body shudders and, sensing my oncoming orgasm, he rides me hard. Up, down, in and out, and oh so fucking good.

  The friction is shredding me, burning me—his cock is turning me inside out.

  I bounce high and he grabs my shoulders from behind to hold me deep. I cry out as my orgasm rips through my body and he tips his head back and moans a guttural sound as his body reaches its own climax.

  He turns me and kisses me over my shoulder, softly and tenderly. I smile against him.

  Instant perfection.

  “Hope you’re in the mood for pain, Bloss.” He smiles.

  I giggle and he lifts me. His body is still in mine when takes me over and bends me over the bed, penetrating me deeper.

  His lips drop to my neck. “You’re in for a hard night.”

  * * *

  I sit with my hand on Cameron’s thigh as he sits deep in thought, completing his crossword. Owen is upfront playing with the other kids.

  We are on board the Stanton private plane on our way to Vegas with Joshua, Adrian, Natasha, all the kids, and three nannies. Jenna even came at Cameron’s insistence; they really do like each other. The boys are going to be busy, so Tash, Jenna, and I are going to go out on the town one of the nights. I wasn’t really keen, to be honest, but Tash and Jenna talked me into it. I would rather have stayed home, but they wanted a girl’s night out.

  Jenna and Tash have gotten to know each other from Tash’s visits to our house. They have become firm friends.

  10AK Nightclub

  I stand in the crowded club as I wait for Tash and Jenna at the bar. Security is as tight as always. Natasha’s guards are never far away. I glance around to see them at their stations against the wall.

  “Hey, good looking. Do you want to dance?” a man asks.

  I glance around. Shit, where are the girls? “Ah, no thanks.” I smile. “I’m just waiting for my friends.”

  “But you look so hot.” He grabs my arm and I pull it out of his grip.

  “I said no, thank you,” I snap.

  “What’s your problem?” He sneers.

  “No problem. I just don’t want to dance.” Frigging hell. Buzz off, douche.

  Cameron appears. Oh thank God. He stands next to the man and looks between us, sensing my apprehension. “Is there a problem here?” he asks.

  “Who are you?” the guy snaps.

  I start to look around. Where are the bloody security guards when you need them?

  “None of your business,” Cameron snaps.

  Oh shit. I look around. Security? Hello? You’re kind of needed over here.

  “Is this dead shit your husband?” He frowns.

  Bloody hell. “No, this is my…” I start to reply, but as I turn back to Cameron, I find him crouched down on bended knee with a ring held out in his hands.

  My eyes widen.

  “I’d like to be your husband for real.” He smiles up at me. “This time in Vegas, things will be different.”

  My world stops.

  This is the exact way we met, in the exact same spot. I get instant goosebumps, and his romantic score just skyrocketed through the roof.

  Cameron’s eyes glow with affection as he looks up at me, waiting and expectant.

  I glance over to Natasha and Jenna to see they are standing with Joshua, Adrian, and the group. They’re all watching on and smiling broadly. Natasha and Jenna are bouncing up and down on the spot. They so knew about this.

  This was all planned.

  Is this really happening?

  “I should have trusted my gut instincts five years ago and taken you straight to the chapel and married you that night.” Cameron smiles hopefully.

  I get a lump in my throat as I watch him on bended knee. He is perfect.

  This is perfect.

  The place we met.

  “Will you marry me, Ashley Tucker?”

  I nod, laugh, and then bend to kiss him. The crowd cheer around us. Our faces are scrunched together as we kiss and I think my smile is going to crack my cheeks. He stands and slowly slides the ring my finger. I can hardly see it through the happy tears.

  It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him.

  “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.

  I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly.

  “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.”

  The End

  No matter how hard I tried,

  I couldn’t do this story justice in a two-page glance into the future… so read on to

  follow the next five years in the

  Dr. Stantons

  The Epilogue

  Dr Stantons Epilogue Chapter 1

  Cameron - Two weeks earlier

  Ashley smiles into her cocktail glass as she sits across the table from me, and I feel myself melt.

  This woman will be the death of me. No matter how long I look at her each day, it’s never enough.

  “Are we having dessert?” she asks as she opens the menu.

  “You’re my dessert,” I reply as I watch her.

  She smiles and raises a sexy eyebrow as she peruses the offerings.

  It’s Friday night—date night—and she’s all mine. It’s been a long week. I lost a patient in surgery on Tuesday and, as always, Ash was there to pick up my pieces.

  I don’t know what I would do without her. I can hardly remember what it was like before she and Owen came into my life.

  It must have been lonely, because they’re my whole world now.

  “Hmm, that’s me. Sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce.” She smiles.

  “Sticky date pudding sounds really, really good,” I reply.

  Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she smirks.

  “Let’s go home and have sticky date pudding?” I whisper.

  She sips her drink and smirks against the glass. “Can I have yours?”

  I chuckle. “Absolutely not.”

  She bites her bottom lip to stifle her cheeky smile, and reopens the menu. “My sticky date is off the menu, Cameron.” I rub my foot up her shinbone. “Until I say it isn’t.”

  Our eyes lock and the chemistry buzzes between us. She smiles and looks back to the menu again. “Oh, this sounds good.” She points as she reads. “Creamy ricotta and zesty lemon curd with a drizzle of cream through rich cannoli pastry.”

  “Hmm, yes.” I frown. “That’s me.” I smile. “I do love to lick up cream that drizzles.”

  Ashley smirks over her menu. “Because you’re an animal.” I pick up my wine glass and smile into it as I wink her way.

  She smiles sexily and raises her glass to me.

  “Bien que rien ne goûte aussi bien que votre crème.” I smile.

  Translation: Although nothing tastes as good as your cream.

  “I’ve en a eu pour toi ici, bébé,” she whispers darkly.

  Translation: I’ve got some for you right here, baby.

  My cock starts to tingle. I can’t handle it when she talks dirty to me. As soon as she begins, it’s all over. “Let’s go home.”

  “Let’s not.” She smiles as she takes my hand in hers over the table and kisses it. “I get you to myself one night a week and we always rush home to have sex because we can’t get enough of each other.”

  I smirk. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  She slides my finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and I nearly convulse on the spot as I watch her. My cock starts to thump. She sucks my finger again and her eyes close in pleasure. “Do you know how loved you ar
e, Cameron?”

  I get a lump in my throat, not because she’s saying it but because I know it’s true.

  “I do,” I whisper.

  She smiles, and kisses my hand before she places it back on the table and holds it in hers.

  I do.

  I do.

  I frown as I watch her peruse the menu again, and a strange feeling comes over me—one I’ve never had before.

  I want to hear her say I do... to me.

  I frown as the fog lifts, and suddenly my mind becomes crystal clear.

  What am I waiting for?

  She’s the one. I know she’s the one.

  She glances up from her menu and smiles sexily. “What’s wrong?” She asks.

  I sip my wine. “What makes you think that there’s something wrong?” I reply.

  “You look like you just swallowed a fly.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. If only she knew what I was thinking about.

  “You probably should stop swallowing bugs and put that big mouth of yours to good use under the table instead,” she mutters dryly as she continues reading. “That’s what you really should be doing.”

  I picture myself under the table going down on her, and I shuffle around in my chair to allow my cock some much-needed room. “Hurry up and order your dessert. You’re getting fucked in the parking lot downstairs in approximately fifteen minutes.”

  She smiles darkly and licks her lips. “Make it ten.”

  * * *

  We walk into the elevator and turn to the front. Three women and a middle-aged couple are behind us.

  Ashley glances over at me and I smirk.

  Game on.

  “What time will your husband be home tonight?” I ask her out loud, so everyone can hear.

  “I don’t know, he’s your father. You ask him,” she replies flatly. She tilts her chin defiantly as she stares at the doors in front of her.

  I keep my eyes facing forward as I try to keep a straight face. “I would, but I’m going to be balls-deep in his wife.”

  She drops her head and frowns as she tries desperately not to laugh.

  “Oh, my fucking God,” one of the girls behind us whispers as she elbows her friend.

  “Listen.” She glances over at me. “You can’t tell your brother about us. If he finds out I’m fucking you, too, it’s not going to be pretty.”

  I drop my head and scrunch my eyes shut.

  “What a slut,” the girl whispers to her friend.

  I turn to face the girl. “Do you mind not speaking about my father’s wife, my brother’s mistress, and my hot little fuck buddy like that?”

  The three girls’ eyes widen in horror, and Ashley puts her hand over her mouth and bursts out laughing. It’s contagious and, unable to help it, I laugh, too. The doors open just in time and I grab her hand and pull her out into the parking lot.

  We begin to walk to the back corner where our car is parked. “That was a bad one.” She laughs. “Your father and your brother.” She shakes her head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

  “You started the father.” I laugh as I grab her ass. “My brother was an added bonus.”

  I push the key lock and the lights flick on my Aston Martin. Ash goes to the passenger side and I follow her and quickly pin her against my car.

  We kiss, and her hands rise up my neck and into my hair. We kiss again and again, and God, this woman makes me crazy. I unzip my suit pants and she frowns as she looks down at me. “I wasn’t joking about fucking you in my car,” I growl.

  Her eyes widen, and she glances around the car park. It’s semi-dark and nobody is around.

  “Here?” she whispers.

  “Right here.” I get into the passenger side and push the seat back as far as it will go.

  Ashley looks around the parking lot guiltily.

  “Get the fuck on my cock now,” I growl.

  She bubbles up a giggle as she hitches up her dress a little. “You are a cream-licking deviant, Dr. Stanton,” she whispers as she falls into a straddle position above me and slowly closes the door behind her.

  I pull her panties to the side and swipe my fingers through her flesh.

  She’s burning hot and dripping wet. “Yes,” I hiss. Hmm. “Fuck, you feel good.” I slide my cock back and forth through her lips and pull her down onto me in one hard slam.

  Her mouth goes into a perfect ‘O’ shape and she closes her eyes. She holds the head rest behind me with both hands.

  It’s magnified in this small space... the feeling of her. The feelings I have for her.

  Our mouths clash together in desperate need. “Bring your legs up,” I push out.

  She struggles a bit. “The damn gear stick is in my way.” She hits her knee hard. “Ouch!” she yells. “If you’re going to fuck me behind your father’s and brother’s backs, can you at least buy a panel van?”

  I laugh out loud and grab her hipbones. “Done.” I pick her up and slam her back onto me.

  “You’re a very bad man, Cameron Stanton,” she breathes above me.

  “And you are an excellent stepmother.”

  * * *

  It’s Wednesday afternoon and I’m just arriving at Joshua’s and Adrian’s office.

  I have news, and I asked them to keep the afternoon free for me.

  “Hey.” I smile as I walk into Joshua’s office.

  Murph is on his laptop on the couch with papers scattered all around him, and Joshua is standing by the window with a golf putter, putting a golf ball into a little fake hole thing.

  “Working hard, I see,” I mutter to Joshua.

  I slap Murph’s hand in greeting.

  “Fuck off, this is how I think,” Joshua replies, distracted. He slowly hits the golf ball and it misses the hole by a mile.

  “You are the worst golfer I’ve ever seen,” I tell him.

  “I know, right?” Murph rolls his eyes.

  “I’d like to see you do better,” Joshua replies.

  “I would, but I’m too busy working,” Adrian says, deadpan.

  “You ready to go?” I ask.

  “Yeah.” Joshua frowns. “What are we doing again?”

  I inhale deeply as I brace myself to say this out loud. “We’re buying Ashley an engagement ring.”

  Adrian’s eyes widen in excitement. “Oh, my God!” he shrieks as he jumps from the couch. Joshua breaks into a broad smile and slaps me hard on the back before he shakes my hand. “Congratulations, mate.” He laughs.

  “Well, that’s premature.” Adrian smiles as he pulls me into an embrace. “She didn’t say yes yet.”

  My eyes widen as nerves dance around in my stomach. “She will say yes, won’t she?” I frown in horror. The thought that she might say no hadn’t even crossed my mind.

  “I wouldn’t if I were her,” Joshua jokes as he grabs his wallet and keys. “Imagine being fucking stuck with you for life.”

  “You two are,” I reply as I fix my hair in my reflection in the window.

  He rolls my eyes. “I know. You annoy us daily.”

  Adrian laughs and puts his hands up to his face. “Oh my God, what ring are we getting?”

  I shrug.

  “Well, what shape does she like?”

  I shrug again. “I don’t know. There are shapes?”

  “Well, what kind of diamond are we getting?” He frowns, agitated.

  “I don’t fucking know, do I? What is there?”

  Joshua closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Give Murph your credit card, and you and I will go to the pub for the afternoon. I’m sensing this is going to be hell.”

  “Tempting.” I smirk. “Nope, I’m doing this right. And we need to think of a way for me to pop the question.”

  Adrian narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Yes, it definitely has to be perfect.”

  “Remember those fucking lights you had me stringing up for hours, Stan?” I ask as I open the door for us to leave.

  He smiles. “They worked
.” We walk out through the doors.

  “Yes, fairy lights are the only reason Natasha said yes,” Adrian mutters dryly. “You two are so stupid.”

  “We’re going shopping for the afternoon,” Joshua tells the two bodyguards who are waiting by the door. “Have the cars follow us at a distance today, please.”

  “Of course, sir,” the bodyguard replies as he gets on the phone to the other guards downstairs.

  “I’m driving,” I say, and we walk out and get into the elevator.

  “You brought the Audi?” Adrian asks in surprise.

  “Yep.”

  “But… you don’t have Owen.”

  I shrug happily. “I’m a family man now. I don’t need to drive a flashy car anymore.”

  Joshua smirks. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

  * * *

  We walk into the hundredth jewelry store in four hours, and I exhale deeply. Murph and Joshua peer into the cabinets while I walk around with my three gift bags safely in my hand.

  I haven’t found Ash an engagement ring yet, but I have bought her a pair of diamond earrings, a bracelet with a diamond ‘O’ pendant, and I got Jenna a necklace for taking such good care of Owen.

  I never bought a girl jewelry before. It’s kind of fun, to be honest.

  “Look, will you fucking concentrate?” Joshua snaps. “This is the last shop we’re looking at today. I want to go home. I’ve had enough of this shit.”

  “Hmm…” I hum as I look around.

  “Just find the style you like and then we’ll get one made. I think that’s the best idea,” Joshua suggests.

  “What about this one?” Adrian points to a square-cut diamond ring.

  “Yeah.” I purse my lips as I think. “I like the round ones.”

  Adrian narrows his eyes. “Ashley wears rose gold, right?”

  “I don’t know, it’s a different colour kind of thing.”

  “Yes, she wears rose gold,” Joshua replies as he looks through the glass cabinet. “Her watch is rose gold.”

  “How do you know about rose gold?” I frown.

  “Because I looked for that ring of Natasha’s for ages before I found it, and now I know everything there is to know about everything.”

  Adrian rolls his eyes. “Except how to get a golf ball in a hole.”