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

by Crowne, K. C.

  But he was right – I was about to come.

  One more slow circle around my clit and I was done for, the orgasm rushing through my body and lighting up every single atom inside me. I squirmed on the desk, my body unspooling in perfect pleasure.

  And when I was done, my eyes dropped to the front of Finn’s slacks. His cock was stiff, tenting the fabric.

  “If you think I’m done with you,” he said, his words lilting and melodic on that sexy Irish brogue. “Then you’ve got another thing coming, gorgeous. Now, turn that lovely ass around.”

  Chapter 23

  FINN

  Kenna turned around as I’d asked, her round ass pressing against my cock through my slacks. I was trying to keep myself even, but the sight of her coming was enough to make me feel like I wouldn’t last a second with her pussy wrapped around me. But I was more than willing to give it a try.

  Kenna’s chest expanded and contracted – she was still recovering from the orgasm. The way she glanced at me with that hungry glimmer in her eyes, I knew she was ready for more. I hooked my thumbs under the waist of her pants, shimmying them down over her shapely legs. She wore a lacy, red thong under her slacks, and just as I’d done before, I could only marvel at how motherhood had done wonders to her body, made her curvier in all the right places.

  I opened my slacks, reaching down and taking out my fully engorged prick. I was so turned on that my cock almost hurt, and my whole body was crying for the relief that only orgasm would bring.

  “Now,” I said, leaning forward. “It’s lunch, but that doesn’t mean we can scream our lungs out.”

  “You think you’re going to make me scream?” she retorted, a challenging tone to her words.

  “Just thinking about how you get when I’m inside of you.”

  The sly smile on her face changed into something more sensual as I placed my head between her lips, pressing into her just enough to force a sigh of pleasure from her lungs. But there was only so much teasing I could do. Once my cock was where it needed to be, I clasped the round curves of her hips and pushed into her, watching my cock disappearing into her glistening pussy.

  She leaned forward, letting out a long moan as I filled her. Her hands shot out and she grasped the far edges of my desk, holding herself in place as I entered her again and again. Her warm, wet walls fit snugly around my dick, and I gave myself a moment to hold back the orgasm that threatened to erupt inside her. I wanted to give her a healthy dose of pleasure before I finished. I pulled back my hips, driving into her. Kenna’s ass shook as I collided with her rear, my cock plunging with more ease. She moaned and squirmed, trying her best to keep silent her cries of total bliss.

  I fell into a steady rhythm with Kenna grinding her ass against my hips as she drew closer and closer to another orgasm. I reached forward, slipping a hand under her blouse and bra and cupping her breast, her nipple stiff. And right in the middle of a series of hard poundings, her pussy clenched hard – she was coming. A shriek built up in her mouth, and I quickly clamped my hand over her lips, her muffled screams hot against my palms.

  The orgasm faded, and Kenna rested her head on the desk as I slid my cock out of her, my length shiny with her juices. Kenna turned, sitting back on my desk with a smile on her face.

  “The couch,” I said, gesturing to the leather couch on far side of the room. “Now.”

  She rose from the desk and stepped toward me, taking my cock into her hand and stroking it slowly. “When are you going to get that being bossy doesn’t work with me? Maybe I’ll make you come right now, just like this.”

  She emphasized her point by stepping up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against mine. She teased the ridge of my head, knowing exactly how to touch me to drive me wild.

  “As if I’d resist a chance to be inside you again,” I said, taking my lips from hers. “Now, lie back on the couch.”

  It took all the resistance I had not to make a corny “the doctor will see you now,” joke. But as I watched Kenna’s ass move as she walked, no thought was in my head but making her come again and again.

  I stepped closer to her as she took position on the couch, draping one leg over the back and exposing her pussy to me. After positioning myself on top of her, I slid my cock into her, the sensation of her bringing me right to the brink almost immediately.

  We were both dead silent, our eyes locked on one another’s as I drove into her, no sound in the office but that of me sliding into her pussy again and again. I kissed her hard, our tongues intertwining as I found myself right on the edge of the point of no return.

  “Come for me,” I growled in her ear. “Come for me again.”

  Kenna threw her head back and let out a silent scream as she enjoyed her third orgasm. And this time there was no holding back. My cock erupted inside her, my shaft throbbing as I shot my seed along her wet walls. She wrapped her legs around me, keeping me in place as she came.

  We rose together, then fell together. And when we finished, all I could do was rest my head on the pillow behind her, my still-stiff cock remaining inside. I held her close, and the minutes drifted past as we basked in the post-lovemaking bliss.

  But when Kenna reached down and pulled up her pants and thong, a serious expression returning to her face, I knew the fun was over.

  “You’ve always got a way of distracting me, you know? When anything gets serious.” There was a slight smile on her face, which was a total relief to me – she wasn’t as mad as her words suggested.

  “You’re saying that like it’s a calculated move, gorgeous. Trust me – when you’re standing only a foot or two in front of me looking like that, it’s all I can do to keep my hands off you.”

  “And then you follow it up with a flirt,” she said, playfully wagging her finger at me as she sat up. “Pretty effective strategy, not going to lie.”

  I sat up with her, pulling my slacks over my cock and putting my outfit back together. “There’s no deception, Kenna. When I’m with you, you’re all I want.”

  “But it’s not that simple. Because when you’re a mom, you’re not just you. I can’t get carried away with a guy and forget about Sam and Sophie. They’re always on my mind.”

  There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was telling the truth. “Where’s your phone?”

  She cocked her head to the side, confused. “My phone? Why?”

  “I want to see them.”

  Kenna smiled gently, as if pleased and surprised at my words. “The twins? You’re a pediatrician so you might know, but don’t ask a mom to show you pictures of her kids unless you’ve got an hour to spare.”

  “I know what I was asking for. Now, let’s see.”

  She gave me another pleased look before reaching into her purse and taking out her phone. Kenna pulled up her photos, and I scooched next to her as she flipped through them. Just like her social media, I was hard-pressed to spot a picture in her phone that wasn’t of the twins. And that was fine by me.

  “There,” I said. “That video.”

  “Oh, that’s a good one – the first time they got in the water.”

  She pressed play, the video of Sam and Sophia in adorable baby swim clothes splashing in the water of a kiddie pool as Kenna sat nearby. The kids were in Heaven, smiling and laughing and splashing.

  I could’ve watched it over and over for hours. A feeling tugged at my heart as I watched the twins, one I hadn’t known before. It was a strange longing, a desire to drop everything I had to be with them.

  “They’re everything to me,” she confided, shaking her head and putting her phone away. “I’d do anything, give up anything for them. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before, you know, how your life changes when you have a kid, but it’s nothing compared to the actual feeling when you’re holding them in your arms.”

  Tears sparkled in her eyes, and before I had a chance to react to them, she reached forward and grabbed a tissue from the box on my desk. She dabbed the tears away and quickly composed herself.
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  “It’s hard for me,” I said. “My parents weren’t there for me when I was young. My ma died when I was little, and Da dealt with it by throwing himself into his work. Wasn’t much room for me and my brother. We had money, so Da hired nannies to do most of the parenting. They did what they could, but it wasn’t the same. Not by a damn sight.”

  She said nothing for several moments, and I could sense she knew what I’d said wasn’t something I shared with many people.

  “It’s not an excuse,” I hurried to explain. “I know that. All I’m saying is this is…new to me. I want to be there, Kenna – I really do. But it’s like asking a man who’s been on crutches his whole life to drop ‘em and sprint a mile. I can learn how, but it’s gonna take time.”

  Kenna nodded. “I understand that. I mean, I can try to understand. My parents have always been there for me, and they’re playing a huge role right now helping with the kids. I appreciate you telling me this. But at the end of the day, Finn, I need you to make a commitment one way or another. The toys, I appreciate the sentiment. But it’s only going to confuse them when there’s this man in their lives who pops in and out.”

  “Then I don’t want to pop in and out.” The words came from me with no hesitation. “I’m a pediatrician because I love children – really do. And I want to do right by the kids, our kids.”

  There was anticipation in her eyes, and uncertainty.

  “I want to be there for them in a way my da wasn’t. I want to do right by them, and I want to start right now.”

  Kenna said nothing at first, as if trying to determine how sincere I was. “Are you serious?” she asked. “This isn’t just something you’re saying because you know it’s what I want to hear?”

  “No – I’m serious as it gets. I was unsure before, scared that I wouldn’t be able to be a good father. But now there’s no damn doubt in my mind.”

  She smiled slightly, as if happy but still guarded.

  “Tomorrow,” I said. “How about I come over for dinner? I can pick up something good, handle all that.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  She shifted in her seat, and I could almost see her weighing the pros and cons in her mind. “Tomorrow. Six?”

  “Perfect. I’ll bring some Italian and—”

  “No, no – let me do the cooking. The twins are picky and I don’t want you showing up with some expensive dinner they’re going to turn their nose up at in favor of some dinosaur nuggets.”

  I chucked at the mental image. “Fair enough. Six tomorrow.”

  She smiled once more, then checked her watch. “Shit, I need to get back to work. I’ll see myself out.”

  Kenna rose and stepped to the door. Before she could leave, I placed my hands on her hips and leaned in for a kiss. This one didn’t connect. She turned her head away.

  “You want to do this, we need to focus on the kids – not us.”

  She had a point. And I didn’t want to push the issue.

  “We focus on the kids. Got it.”

  Kenna smiled, happy at my answer. “See you tomorrow, Finn.”

  She turned and left, shutting the door behind her.

  And I was damn certain I didn’t just want to be a father – I wanted Kenna, too.

  Chapter 24

  KENNA

  Gia’s eyes were skeptical, a knowing smile on her lips. She took her glasses off and set them on her desk.

  “Alright,” she said. “I’m very interested to hear how your day went. But I’m even more interested to hear about what happened on your lunch break.”

  “What?” I asked, totally surprised. “What, um, are you talking about?”

  She laughed, getting up and stepping over to her door, shutting it softly. “Believe me, I know what a woman looks like when she got laid during her lunch break. One of your blouse buttons is undone, and your hair…I mean, it looks good, but it looks like you might’ve had the hand of a handsome Irish doctor running through it – or pulling it.”

  She laughed as my face reddened with the heat of embarrassment. “Please don’t tell me I’m that obvious,” I asked, hurrying to the mirror in her office and checking myself out.

  “I mean, you are a little. But you told me you were going over to meet Finn to discuss toy-gate – didn’t take much guessing to figure out how that meeting might’ve gone.”

  She gestured to the couch and the two of us sat down. “Come on,” she said. “My life’s perfect right now, but a perfect life means no drama. So, fill me in.”

  “God, where to even start.”

  “How’d he react to you bringing back the toys?” she asked. “Was he mad?”

  “No – he was confused more than anything. He couldn’t figure out why doing something like that might’ve been the wrong call. And man, was I mad. It’s like he was being intentionally obtuse.”

  “He’s just out of his depth,” Gia reminded me. “The guy goes from being a doctor in Ireland to one in the States who just found out he’s the dad of twins. A little ungainliness is to be expected.”

  “Yeah…I know,” I said on a sigh. “And he told me a little about what things were like for him growing up. When he did it made a little sense why he was acting the way he had been.”

  “And then what? I mean, besides the you know.”

  I chuckled. “We made plans.”

  Her eyes flashed with excitement. “You made plans? What kind of plans?”

  “The ones that involve him coming over to hang out with the kids. We’re doing dinner tomorrow.”

  Gia clasped her hands together in total excitement. “That’s amazing! It means he wants to be there for the kids, right? That he’s ready to be a dad?”

  “That’s what it sounds like. But I don’t know. I’m still hesitant, like he’s going to let me down.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t worry about that – look on the bright side. From where I’m sitting, it really sounds like he’s coming around.”

  I nodded, glancing down at my hands. “I know. Maybe. We’ll see, right?”

  Gia opened her arms and pulled me into a quick, warm hug. I hugged her back, beyond thankful that I had a friend like her in my life.

  “Now,” she said. “Chef Bennett told me he went all out with the samples this morning. How were they?”

  A smile spread across my face. It was good to vent, but even better to get back to work.

  * * *

  I was wiped when I arrived home from work, but the look on Mom’s face as I stepped into the living room let me know she’d had a hell of a day, too.

  “Baby, we need to talk about the twins,” she announced as I slipped out of my jacket and hung it up with my purse on the coat rack.

  “Oh no,” I said. “What happened?”

  “They’ve been in rare moods all day. Sam’s been throwing one tantrum after another, and Sophie’s right there with him. And your father’s been out running errands all day, so he hasn’t been able to help.”

  “Great,” I said. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

  “It’s fine,” she said. “Ornery kids aren’t anything new to me. I raised you, after all.” She winked at me; she was tired, but not really angry.

  “Where are they now?” I asked.

  “Upstairs sleeping. I’m hoping they just needed a nap and something to eat after. You’re probably learning that when a kid’s upset, ninety percent of the time it’s because they’re tired or hungry.”

  Before the conversation could continue, the front door opened, and Dad stepped in. The shoulders of his parka were dusted with snow from the flurries that had begun to fall in the last hour. He had a cord of wood tucked under his arm, and his cheeks were red from the winter chill.

  “Getting bad out there,” he announced, stepping over to the fireplace and setting down the wood. “The sooner we get a fire started, the better.”

  “Here, Dad,” I said, hurrying over and helping him out of his coat and pulling the knit cap from his head. “You get
warm – I’ll take care of all this.”

  “Let me get the fire going first. I can relax after that.”

  “Then let me make you some tea.”

  “That I won’t say no to.”

  I left the living room and went into the kitchen, putting on the kettle and preparing a mug of Earl Grey for Dad. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I watched my parents through the kitchen window. Mom took Dad’s coat, hanging it up along with his hat and gloves. Dad went to work on the fire, stacking the wood and shoving some newspaper under for kindling.

  It only took a few minutes before the fire was roaring. Mom planted a kiss on the top of Dad’s head before the two sat next to each other on the couch. Dad picked up the historical fiction novel he was reading from the coffee table, and Mom grabbed her book of crossword puzzles.

  The scene made me think of Finn, what he’d told me about not having his parents in his life. I did my best to never take Mom and Dad for granted. It was nearly impossible to imagine what my life would be like without them. Not only were they indispensable when it came to the twins, but everything I knew about being a good mom came from my own.

  Finn hadn’t had any of that. He’d lost his mother at a young age, and his father wasn’t there for him. Maybe I needed to cut him a little slack when it came to figuring out how to be a good dad. A misstep here and there was far from the most outrageous thing. At least he was trying.

  I put it all out of my head. What mattered was tomorrow night. I’d find out then how sincere he was.

  Sophia cried from upstairs, and Sam joined a moment later, a reminder of how I didn’t have the luxury of ignoring the here and now. I hurried upstairs to my babies, wondering what it would be like for them to have a father.

  But until I saw what Finn was made of, it would stay a fantasy. For now, it was all on me.

  Chapter 25