by DL Gallie
“Patience, my dear,” I mumble against her skin.
“Fuck patience, I want your cock in me now,” she mewls, grinding herself on my leg. She is soaked.
“Well, I want to savor this sexy as fuck outfit you have on,” I taunt, squeezing her ass and pulling her back up so she can’t rub herself on me anymore.
Gripping my cheeks, she stares intently at me. “Preston, I will wear this every day for a week, just fuck me now.”
Staring back at her, I slam my lips to hers and fuck her mouth with my tongue. She moans into my mouth. My cock is rock-hard and I’m ready to fuck her, but I want to tease her a little longer. I increase my grip on her ass and gently slide her back and forth on my leg.
“Please, Preston,” she begs.
Gripping the edge of her panties, I break our kiss. “I hope you aren’t fond of these panties,” I say before I tear them off her, the flimsy material disintegrating at the force. Before she can protest, I flip her on to her back, remove my briefs, and push inside her.
Her pussy welcomes my cock, hugging it tight. Pushing my hips, I thrust in and out of her. Sitting up, I lift her leg over my shoulder and continue to slide in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open. She moans and groans in the sexiest way as I fuck her hard.
She reaches up, pulls down the cup of her teddy and plays with her breasts. “Cress, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
Her eyes open and we stare at one another as I continue to pump in and out of her. She slides her hands between us and rubs her clit. Her walls tighten around me and together we explode. Our bodies shudder as we give ourselves over to the pleasure.
Lowering her leg. I pull out and stare down at her. She looks gorgeous with her flushed cheeks and chest glowing from her orgasm. Climbing onto the bed, she snuggles into my side, and we drift off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
The next day, I head to the hospital to see Dr. Jenkins. She agreed to everything in my proposal. I’m glad I turned down Boston, my life is here with Lexi and Cress. I’ve finished up another meeting and I’m heading to my car, looking forward to getting home to my girls. The elevator stops and Flynn hops in. “Hey,” I say, noticing the bags under his eyes, “you finishing or starting?”
“Just finished. You?”
“Same.” My phone rings as we enter the parking garage, I smile when I see it’s Momma Cress. I slide to answer and before I say anything she cries, “Preston, we have a problem.”
34
Cress
Mom stopped by and asked to take Lexi for ice cream, wanting a few hours to myself I happily obliged. Taking the opportunity, I change from my pajamas into a black-and-white blouse and my black capris. Heading to the mall, I treat myself to a quiet coffee. My phone pings with a text and I freeze like I always do at the moment when I hear that sound. Creed is still text taunting me but I no longer read them, I delete them, but much to my delight, I see it’s from Ave.
AVERY: Guess what?
CRESS: What?
AVERY: Bay is getting released next month.
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. Baylor Evans is the polar opposite of my best friend, even more so now that she has a criminal record. Ave assures me she’s changed, but I personally think, once a bitch, always a bitch.
CRESS: That’s great news. Wanna meet for coffee?
AVERY: I’d love to, but Flynn and I are busy this afternoon
I read that as code for ‘we are going to fuck like rabbits.’
CRESS: Fine, but we need to do drinks soon. Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you
AVERY: Sounds good…maybe you will finally spill the deets on you and a Channing Tatum look-alike doctor that you seem to be spending a lot of time with
A laugh escapes at that. I’m not sure why I haven’t come out and specifically told her about Preston and me. She’s not dumb, or blind, but at the same time she hasn’t asked, and we really haven’t seen each other much in the last few months. Since Lexi got sick, she’s been my main focus and since Ave moved in with Flynn, she’s been in the honeymoon phase.
CRESS: Tell me when and where for drinks, and I will bring ALL the gossip.
AVERY: It’s a date…Jelember work for you?
CRESS: Hahaha, that sounds about right. When did we get so busy that we have to resort to text messages to communicate?
AVERY: When we got old
CRESS: Hey, I’m not old…you’re old
AVERY: I’m ending this before you hurt my feelings. Catch up soon.
AVERY: Love your ‘old’ face **stick out tongue emoji**
CRESS: Love your ‘old’ face too. See you soon, raccoon
Clearly Preston is rubbing off on me when I read back that last message. Shaking my head, I finish my coffee and head back home. Stopping at the store, I grab a few things to start marinating the chicken for the barbecue tomorrow. I’m excited and nervous to be meeting Preston’s brother and partners. Keeton, Preston’s brother is in a throuple with Blair and Faith. I’ve never met anyone in a throuple, so I’m intrigued to hear and see how it works.
Realizing I left a bag in the car, I head back outside. I’m leaning into the back seat when I’m pulled by my hair from the car and spun around. “You fucking bitch,” he snarls.
“Creed—” I don’t get to finish that sentence because he slams my head into the side of the car. It hurts like a bitch. I see black-and-white stars and my hearing is now fuzzy, it sounds like I’m underwater. Creed is blurry. I blink rapidly and my sight returns. Creed is red in the face, I can see his lips moving but I still can’t hear properly.
He grabs me by the throat and squeezes. Lifting my hands, I try to pry him off me but I’m not as strong as him. Fear bubbles inside of me, without thinking, I lift my leg and knee him in the balls. As soon as I do it, I realize it’s a mistake because his face becomes even more enraged. “Ohh, you’ve done it now, bitch.” He grips my hair, the follicles pulling from the force. He drags me up the front path and inside. I try to scream out but my voice is hoarse from him squeezing my neck.
He opens the screen door and throws me inside. Landing on my hands and knees, I flinch at the pain. He grabs me by my shoulders and flips me over. He straddles my waist, grabs my hands and pulls them above my head. He pins them down with one hand and rests the other next to my head. I stare up at him and I freeze, I have never seen Creed like this before.
My breathing is coming in short fast bursts. My heart is rapidly beating, it feels like it will burst through my chest. “Creed, please,” I beg.
“I love it when you beg. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me, Babydoll. Beg me for my cock.”
“Please, Creed,” I cry. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Babydoll, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and then you are going to come with me and we will live together just like we used too.”
“You are delusional. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“It’s not like you have a choice in the matter. Now, do you want my cock in your ass? Mouth? Or cunt first?”
Shaking my head side to side, I try to wriggle free but it’s no use. He’s got me pinned down. He grips my chin tightly and forces me to look up at him. I close my eyes tight, ever so thankful that Lexi isn’t here right now.
“Open your eyes, slut. I want to see the look in them when I sink myself inside of you.”
Again I shake my head side to side. He slaps me hard across the cheek, my eyes fly open. My cheek stinging from the slap. My eyes well with tears. “Please, Creed.” I beg him again. “Please don’t do this.”
He roughly grabs my breast, squeezing and pressing down on my chest. I gasp when he tears at my blouse and rips at the cup of my bra, then lowers his head and roughly bites me. I scream, pain tearing through my breast. He lifts his head and stares down at me. I’ve never seen a more sinister look on his face. He slides his hand down my stomach. I close my eyes waiting for him to slip under
the waistband of my pants, but it doesn’t come. Someone pulls Creed off me.
Opening my eyes, I see Flynn standing in the doorway. Preston is next to me, punching Creed in the face over and over. “Stop,” I try to shout but my voice is hoarse. “Stop him!” I yell at Flynn.
Flynn steps to Preston and shouts. “Cress needs you, man.” This causes Preston to pause mid-swing. He looks over to me and when our gazes connect, his eyes widen. He punches Creed once more and shuffles over to me. He takes me into his arms, I wrap mine around his waist, and I cry into his embrace.
Flynn has his foot pressing Creed’s chest, holding him down. He has his phone to his ear, speaking to the authorities. Everything is muffled as I hold on to Preston and continue to cry.
Soon, my house is full with police officers and EMTs. The paramedic gives me the all clear and Preston agrees to watch over me, therefore saving me a trip to the hospital. Between Ave and Lexi in the last six months, I’m over hospitals.
Everyone has left and finally it’s just Preston and me. We are sitting on the sofa when the front door opens, I look up and see Mom and Lexi walk in. “Hey, Munchkin, did you have fun with Nanna?”
“Yes. Not only did I get ice cream but I got to see a movie too.”
“Wow, aren’t you lucky.”
It seems Mom was on her way back here when she saw the altercation with Creed, she kept driving and called Preston. Preston told her to keep Lexi away until she heard from him or me. I’m thankful Mom drove past when she did because who knows what would have happened otherwise.
Focusing on Lexi, I look around the room and smile. I have the three most important people in my life with me and after today, Creed will never be able to hurt or taunt us again. He was arrested for assault and will be behind bars for the foreseeable future. Apparently that agent who stopped by a few weeks back was building a case and this will add to that. Creed is going to be behind bars for a very long time to come. Lexi and I can now live life happy and carefree, with Preston.
35
Preston
…six weeks later
I’m visiting my mentor, Dr. Tara Ole, in Idaho. She left the big city when she retired and now consults at the local hospital here. I’m visiting, as I want to bounce some ideas off her before I present them to Dr. Jenkins. I officially start my new role next month, and we are going to transform our pediatric wing into the best in the country, sorry Boston. My team and I are going to make Western General THE top pediatric hospital in the country; again sorry not sorry, Boston. Dr. Jenkins has already approved stage one, but with Dr. Ole’s help, I’m going to propose a stage two, really elevating the hospital.
It’s been great seeing her again but I can’t wait to get back to Chicago to see Cress and Lexi. I miss them both dearly, that little girl has wormed her way into my heart. Much like her mother has, if things go sour with Cress and me, I’ll be devastated not seeing the Pony-obsessed little munchkin.
Today I’m assisting in the ER, as they are short-staffed. It’s crazy busy. My next case is a little boy with a fractured arm; it will be an easy one to wrap up my time here. It has been great catching up with Dr. Ole. She has played a major part in my career. Without her, I wouldn’t be half the doctor I am today.
Pulling the curtain back, I look up from the chart in my hand. “I’m Dr. Knight, seems our lil’ slugger here has a fractured wrist.” Clipping the X-ray up on to the light box, I step next to Dad and notice him staring at it too. He turns his head, and gazes at his partner. “It’s a clean break, Autumn, he’ll be fine,” he says, confirming my suspicion that he too is a doctor.
“Your husband is correct,” I agree, “Oliver’s break is a clean one.”
“He’s not my dad,” Oliver says from the bed.
“My mistake.” My eyes dart between the three of them, there’s clearly some tension between them, and I can’t help but check out the woman before me. She is gorgeous: blue eyes, blonde hair, killer body but she has nothing on my Cress.
“Dr. Griffin Steel,” he says, stretching out his hand to me.
“Dr. Preston Knight, visiting from Chicago.” He shakes my hand, squeezing tightly, unofficially telling me to back the hell off.
His eyes widen, and then I realize he’s heard of me before. Nodding my head, I smile. “Pleasure to meet a fellow colleague.”
He ignores me and focuses on the woman again, “Autumn, seems Ollie here has the best pediatric specialist in the midwest on his case.”
“How do you know he’s the best?” she questions him.
“Preston Knight of Western General is the best in his field. Boston Children's Hospital wanted him to head their pediatric department, but he chose to stay at Western General and head up their new pediatric department instead. It caused quite the stir when he turned down the top job in Boston.”
“What can I say, I don't like to conform to what’s expected of me.”
“So the rumors are true then?”
I shrug my shoulders and wink, seems the rumor about me turning down Boston is making the rounds, that’s one of the reasons I came here to see Tara. I needed her to reassure me that I made the right decision. Wanting to change the topic, I look to Oliver. “So, Oliver, from here, we will get you cast up and then you can head home. I don’t need to go through the instructions, as I’m sure Dr. Steel here will look after you.”
“We don’t need Griffin’s help,” Oliver’s mom snaps. “Can you please tell me what I need to do?”
“Of course.”
As I explain this to Autumn, I notice Griffin intently watching her. There’s some major tension, sexual tension, between the two of them.
As soon as Ollie’s cast has set, I drop off the discharge papers and watch them leave. From the outside, they look like a loving family but from the brief time I was with them, I know that’s not the case. My phone buzzes in my pocket, removing it, I smile when I see it’s from Cress. Sliding it open, I read.
CRESS: Hey, Doc. When do you get back?
PRESTON: Hey, sexy lady. Will be back tomorrow
CRESS: Up for dinner and a sleepover? Mom and Lexi are having a sleepover so I want one too
PRESTON: Will this be a naked kind of sleepover?
CRESS: Is there any other kind?
CRESS: Your place or mine?
PRESTON: Can we do mine? I have to be at the hospital the day after for an early shift
CRESS: I will definitely be doing you and I don’t care where we sleep…not that there will be much sleeping at this sleepover
PRESTON: Down, girl, I can’t be sporting a boner right now, I’m in the middle of the ER
CRESS: I know the best medicine for that and I will happily administer it tomorrow **wink wink**
PRESTON: Dammit, Cress. Your ass is mine when I get home
CRESS: Promise?
PRESTON: Fuuuuck, woman, I’m going now before I lose my medical license. I’ll message you when I get home
CRESS: I can pick you up, if you like?
PRESTON: You’d do that?
CRESS: I’d do you **wink** and yes, I’d love to. Text me your flight details
PRESTON: Will do when I get back to the hotel. See you tomorrow, sexy lady
CRESS: Later, Doc. Love you **wink emoji**
PRESTON: ‘Til then, penguin **kiss emoji**
The flight home is uneventful and we even land early. Walking out, I’m focused on my phone and I’m not watching where I’m walking and bump into someone’s back. They spin around and it’s Cress. “Cress, Love, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have stopped in the middle of the walkway. I was flustered ‘cause your flight got in early and I wanted to be at the gate when you landed.”
“Aww, did you miss me?”
“Maybe,” she nonchalantly says. She stares at me and the hunger in her gaze has my cock twitching in my pants.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to me and whisper into her ear, “Let’s get you back to my place, I believe
we have a naked sleepover to get to.”
“Let’s go.” She slips her hand between us, squeezes my dick, winks, turns around, and walks away from me. Swinging her hips seductively with each step she takes toward the exit…I can’t wait to get home.
36
Cress
Preston and I have an amazing sleepover, like we always do. That man knows how to bring my body alive, I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed as intensely as I do with him. Our bodies fit together perfectly, it's like we were destined to meet. He’s the other half of me that was missing, when I’m with him, I’m whole and complete. Like that movie line, “He completes me.”
Waking up in his arms is my most favorite way to start my day, I wish we could do it every day, but it’s too soon to even think about moving in together. We haven’t even been a couple for twelve months yet.
The morning flies by and before I know it, I’m off to school to get Lexi. When I pick her up, she’s quiet and not her usual bubbly self. “What’s wrong, Munchkin?”
“It’s the daddy/daughter dance andI don’t got a daddy now.” My heart breaks at her words.
“I’m sure Preston would take you.”
“But he’s not my daddy.”
“Ohh, Munchkin, come here.” I drop down to my knees and I envelop her in my arms. “How about you ask him? I’m sure he’d love to go as your daddy.”
“I wish he was my daddy,” she sadly says.
“I do too, baby.”
The car trip home is quiet today. I play Lexi’s words over and over in my head, I too wish Preston was her daddy. When we get home, she heads straight to her bedroom. Making a chocolate milk, I grab some cookies and head down to her room. Knocking on her door, I step inside and find her on the floor playing with her ponies.