The Irish Doctor’s Secret Babies: A Secret Baby Romance

by Crowne, K. C.

  “Finn, I’m going to tell you right now that if you’re even thinking about saying something like—” I lowered my voice and did my best Irish brogue “—aye, you’re so sexy when you’re angry, love,’ I’ll probably throw this fancy Japanese chicken right in your face.”

  He continued to regard me for a long moment. Then he laughed.

  I stared at him, confused and irritated. Indignant. “What? What the hell? What’s so damn funny?”

  “Listen, I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head as his laughter subsided. “But that’s about the worst Irish accent I’ve ever heard in my life.”

  “Finn, I’m about two seconds from—”

  “I’m sorry.”

  The words were so not what I was expecting that my mouth sealed shut in surprise.

  He leaned forward, his eyes on mine. “You’re right to be angry at me. You’ve spent the last two years raisin’ those babes on your own. And I can only imagine how hard it’s been going at it alone. There’s not a doubt in my mind that I’m going to head into my grave regretting those years, wishing I could’ve been there for all of you.” He let out a push of air through his nose as he shook his head. Then he sipped his wine and turned his gaze toward the city, the snow falling harder and faster. “But I can’t. And I can’t change the circumstances that led to it. All I can do is be there now.”

  It put me at ease, but I still didn’t know whether or not he was lying. There was an undeniable connection between us that had been there all along, from that first night. I instinctively felt that I could trust him, but my brain was trying hard to override my heart.

  I cleared my throat. “How do I know you’re not going to steal my children from me?”

  His eyes widened. “Steal? What on Earth are you talking about, love?”

  “You’re their father, and you have money. If you wanted, you could try to get full custody of them, take them away from me and never—”

  His expression became more serious than I’d ever seen it before as he held up a hand to stop me mid-sentence. “Never, ever would I take our children from their mother. I don’t know how that idea got into your head but banish it forever right fuckin’ now.”

  Finn could be a cocky jerk, a guy who never seemed to take things seriously, but I didn’t doubt his words for one moment.

  “But what about Ireland?” I asked.

  He looked confused. “What about Ireland?”

  “You could take them there, you know, where I wouldn’t be able to see them.”

  “Not gonna happen,” he insisted. “Don’t get me wrong – I’d love to take the babes to see the old country someday. But if I do, it’ll be with your blessing.”

  I felt like I could breathe a little bit better. “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the fact that you don’t live here.”

  “In Denver? I don’t technically live here, but I’m planning on it. After my time’s up at the clinic, I’ll be working with Duncan and Gavin to see about a more permanent position. It might be with the medical foundation, or it might be at one of the other clinics in town. And now that I know about Sam and Sophie, you’re damned right I’ll be staying here in the States.”

  Again, there was no doubt he meant every word.

  “Believe me, love – you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

  I bit my lip, glancing aside and trying to figure out what to say next.

  Finn beat me to it. He reached forward, placing his hand on mine. “And something tells me, gorgeous, that you don’t want to get rid of me.”

  The instant his skin touched mine, a blast of electricity shot through my body. My inner thighs tingled; my core became so wet my panties were drenched. The fucker had me right where he wanted me.

  “F…Finn.” It was all I could manage to stammer out. Hell, I couldn’t even move my hand from his. That’s what was so fucking infuriating about Finn – he knew how hot he was. And more importantly than that, he knew how much I wanted him.

  His hand still on mine, Finn rose from the table and circled around toward me. As he approached, I could feel his heat, smell his musk. I sank my teeth in my lower lip again, still indecisive.

  His narrowed, hunter’s eyes were locked onto mine as he moved toward me like a jungle cat slinking in for the kill. When he was finally next to me, Finn loomed above, standing straight and gazing down.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, a sliver of indignation to my voice. I glanced over at his hand, still on mine, his palm so large it easily eclipsed my own. He wasn’t holding my hand there – I could’ve moved it at any moment. But I didn’t want to.

  “I’m doing what I’ve been wanting to do since you came back into my life, Kenna. I’m doing what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you walked through my door.

  I said nothing, my heart beating a wild rhythm in my chest. Finn had me in his spell, a spell that no other man could cast over me. All I could do was wait for whatever he had in mind next.

  He leaned down, taking my chin in his hand and tilting my face up.

  Then he kissed me.

  Chapter 17

  FINN

  We should’ve been talking. We should’ve been having a sober-minded conversation, adult-to-adult. An old-fashioned tete-a-tete.

  That’s what I’d told myself, at least. Who the hell had I been fooling?

  My lips lingered on hers, both of us lost in the kiss, nothing in the world other than Kenna and me and the way we touched each other. I opened my mouth, and she did as well, my tongue pushing deeper into her mouth, the lingering flavor of wine blending with her own irresistible taste.

  As we kissed, I placed my arms on her shoulders and moved down, over her full breasts, along her hips, then to her waist, and finally to her thighs. I slipped my hands, palms up, under Kenna’s round, perfect ass.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, taking her lips from mine for long enough to ask the question.

  I answered it by lifting her out of her seat. She was surprised at first, but when she realized what I was doing, she let out a laugh, a broad smile spreading across her face.

  Once I was standing straight again, she wrapped her legs around me, the kiss continuing as I carried her across the living room, over the threshold of the bedroom. She peeled her boots off, and I stepped out of my dress shoes. Then Kenna wiggled out of my grasp for long enough to put her feet on the ground.

  “This is a bad fucking idea, Finn.”

  “Wrong – it’s a good idea that involves fucking.”

  Her expression hardened for a moment, as if she wanted to scold me for my lame joke. A tinge of red returned to her cheeks. I loved how Kenna was so bold, so fearless, but still had a gorgeous softness, a vulnerability that I was able to bring out.

  “You might be right about that.”

  It was all I needed to hear. I stepped toward her, closing the distance between us. Out of the corner of my eye, the snowfall came down harder, nearly a total whiteout. The perfect weather to get warm and toasty between the sheets.

  I placed my hands on her hips, their roundness nearly causing my cock to tear through my slacks. I needed her like I needed air. But as I brought my lips to hers once more, she raised her finger and pressed it against my lips.

  “I didn’t come here for this,” she said sternly. “I came here to talk about the bigger issue between us.”

  “And I want to talk about that. But let’s consider this a…show of goodwill.”

  She laughed. “Such a negotiator.”

  “Kenna, I wanna sort out all this confusion between us. And more than anything, I want to do what’s right by our children.”

  “Me too.” She was deadly serious as she spoke, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the twins meant the world to her.

  “But for now, let’s celebrate the fact that we’re in one another’s lives again. It’s been years, Kenna. And God, I’ve been thinking about you so much that it’s almost scary.”

  Her mouth
curled into a sly, inviting smile. “And maybe a certain Irishman’s been on my mind now and then too.”

  “Now and then?”

  Kenna laughed. “Don’t get cocky.”

  I squeezed her hips through her jeans. My eyes locked onto hers, I let one hand slowly travel over her middle, down to her button. With a quick, deft motion, I opened the button and took down the zipper, exposing a triangle of lacy blue panties underneath.

  Kenna closed her eyes, sighing as I hooked my thumbs under the opening of her jeans, pulling her pants down. Her panties were so sexy they gave me pause, made me wonder if she’d known in the back of her mind that this would happen tonight.

  Once her jeans were down to her ankles, she kicked them off the rest of the way, and I placed my hands on her bare thighs. One palm moved to the small of her back, the other inched closer and closer to her mound. Soon I could feel the heat between her thighs, and I put my lips on hers right at the moment I touched her pussy through her panties.

  She moaned through the kiss, grinding herself into my hand. I focused on the sight before me, Kenna’s gorgeous hips squirming, total pleasure all over her stunning face. And I felt her grow wetter and wetter by the second.

  “You gonna come for me?” I asked, speaking low into her ear, following it with a pair of quick kisses along the nape of her neck.

  “Keep touching me like that and…”

  I cut her off by pulling her panties to the side, a pair of my fingers gliding into her soaking wet pussy. She bucked into my touch, the wriggling of her hips faster and faster. She felt so damn good, and as she clenched me hard with her velvet walls, I wondered how the hell I’d gone so long without her.

  Kenna’s moaning became more intense, more insistent. It’d been years since we’d been together, but I knew this meant she was on the verge of orgasm. She clasped my hand with hers, silently demanding that I don’t move an inch.

  “Come for me now, gorgeous,” I said. “Right now.”

  Her eyes still closed, she nodded, followed by a long, pleasured moan. Her pussy grew wetter as she came to my touch, and I guided her through it, letting her savor every moment.

  Kenna’s muscles loosened as she finished. Then she opened her eyes, an eager smile on her face as the orgasm faded. She placed her hands on my chest, and before I knew what was happening, she pushed me back.

  “What’re you doing?” I asked.

  “Taking what I want.”

  Once I was at the foot of the bed, Kenna gave me one last push, a shove guiding me to sit down. I did, and she stepped forward, looming over me with incredible sexual presence. I slid my hands along her perfect thighs, and as I did, she grabbed her sweater by the hem and pulled it off.

  Her body was fucking gorgeous. I remembered her being slender and curvy, and motherhood had only done her favors. I moved my touch up to the waistband of her panties, noting a pair of faint stretch marks on each side of her hip.

  She blushed. “I call those my other twins.” Kenna smiled shyly and with a touch of uncertainty, as if she weren’t sure how I might react to how her body had changed over the years.

  “Perfect. Just perfect.” I placed my lips on her flat middle, kissing her all over.

  “Such a damn charmer.”

  As I kissed her, she put her hands on my shoulders and dropped to her knees, her touch then moving to my zipper and belt. They were both open soon, and the nearness of her to my cock made me feel like I might come the moment her fingers touched me.

  Kenna pulled down my slacks then flipped the waistband of my boxer-briefs, my stone-solid cock springing out to greet her. Her tongue moved along her lips in eager anticipation, followed by her leaning close and placing her lips on the head.

  I groaned, both at the pleasure and the anticipation of what more was to come.

  The sight was perfect, Kenna flicking those hazel eyes up to me as she covered the head of my cock in kisses, her hand stroking up and down my thick shaft. Atter a bit more teasing, she opened her mouth and took me inside, her lips a tight seal around my girth.

  I watched as more of my inches disappeared into her mouth, vanishing beyond her lips. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her pace quickened, the pleasure building in the base of my cock and growing by the second.

  I wanted more. When she let my cock drop from her mouth, giving herself a moment to breath, I guided her up. “As much as I’d love to watch you make me come with your mouth, see you drink every last drop…”

  As I spoke, I reached around and opened the clasp of her bra. Then I lowered the straps and let her full breasts drop out. They were perfect, of course – just like the rest of her. I squeezed them, her nipples stiffening at my touch.

  I was hungry, ravenous for the woman. My control faded by the second. If I didn’t have her soon, I might well lose my mind.

  I grabbed her panties by the waistband and yanked them down, Kenna now gloriously naked before me. My hands went to her bare ass and I lifted her from the ground, her legs wrapping around me as we kissed with wild abandon. I carried her over to the small table in front of the windows and set her down, my cock grazing her pussy. I grabbed it and positioned it where we both wanted it to be.

  “Tell me how badly you want it, gorgeous.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “You really gonna tease me like this?”

  “It’s half the fun.”

  She laughed. “Such a prick.” Then she placed her hand on mine, pushing me away. “How about this – you tell me how badly you want it.”

  I should’ve known a woman like Kenna would answer like that.

  “Gladly. I want you so fucking badly I can’t think straight. I want to shove my cock deep into you, to make you come over and over.”

  She released her hand from mine. “Good answer.”

  It was all the permission I needed. I inched forward, my head spreading her glistening wet lips and pushing into her. Kenna moaned as her body wrapped around my cock, her heavenly warmth enveloping me until I was buried to the root. I embraced her, kissing her deeply as I pulled my hips back and pushed into her again and again.

  Each thrust made her wetter, her body gripping mine, her nails digging into the thick muscles of my upper back. She rested her head on the broad roundness of my shoulder, soft whimpers of pleasure pouring down my chest.

  “You gonna come for me, gorgeous?” I asked in a growl, low and sensual.

  “Keep…keep fucking me like that and I just might.”

  I responded with my body, picking up the pace of my thrusting, colliding against her again and again, Kenna’s tits shaking from the impact.

  “Oh, oh fu—!” The second orgasm ripped through her body, her beautiful face winced in gorgeous agony.

  Her breaths slowed, her grip loosening on my body. I’d watched her come twice, and the restraint it took to keep my own orgasm in check, to make sure she’d had her pleasure before I did, was quickly becoming too much to bear. I wanted to unload inside her, to feel my cock pulse, her pussy wrapped around me.

  “Bed, now,” she said, finally catching her breath.

  “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

  She scooted off the table and took my hand, leading me to the bed. Once there, she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently shoved me back. I grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted.

  Kenna stood over me, her body looking particularly stunning in the low light of the bedroom, her hips round and her breasts begging to be suckled. She climbed onto the bed, moving toward me until her body was positioned over my cock, her hand wrapped around my shaft once more.

  “You want it?” she asked, that challenging tone in her words.

  “Like nothing else.”

  A smile followed, then she shifted her weight to one side as she lowered herself onto my dick. I disappeared into her, the pleasure nearly too much to take. Kenna sighed with delight, leaning forward so her breasts hung down in front of me. I licked one nipple and then the next, my hands clamping down on her ass while she r
ode me faster and harder.

  It didn’t take much of this before I reached the point of no return. Luckily, she seemed to be there herself.

  “Come for me, love,” I said. “Now.”

  She nodded quickly, moaning hard as her third orgasm erupted through her body. And it was all I could bear. The sight of her coming on top of me pushed my orgasm over the edge, my prick erupting inside her as we came together.

  At that moment, our bodies were one and the same. I held her against me, her skin warm and slick with sweat. We rose and fell together, our orgasms rising and peaking and descending. It was perfect pleasure, shared with the only woman who could make me feel that way.

  It ended, and soon she was at my side, my arm wrapped around her.

  And the post-orgasm clarity hit hard.

  Whatever was happening between us, this had only made it more complicated.

  Chapter 18

  KENNA

  After spending a good ten minutes or so bathing in the afterglow, reality hit me. I sprang out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom.

  “You alright?” Finn called after me.

  How the hell was I supposed to answer that question?

  Once in the bathroom, I shut the door and did the necessaries of cleaning myself. My mind whirled. What the hell had I been thinking? I’d known in the back of my head that I was still majorly attracted to Finn. I’d wanted him like mad since the moment he’d opened the front door to his place. But one of the biggest lessons to learn about being a parent was that the moment you learned you were going to have a kid -two, in my case- it stopped being about you. Every decision you made had to be about their needs first.

  Maybe when I was younger and unattached, I could hop into random men’s beds – not like I did much of that to begin with, but still. At the place where I was in my life, I had to be a responsible mom first and foremost. And getting screwed by the father of my children before we’d even had a chance to talk about how things were going to work between us – that was most definitely not responsible.