by Lauren Wood
But there was nothing her father could say that would make her change her course.
CHAPTER 5
As walked up to the palatial estate, she was in complete awe. Knocking on the door, it opened a crack, and she took that as her welcome. She pushed it with her hand and stepped into a foyer with a long, winding staircase going up to the second level. The place had been renovated down to the studs and had the look of someone that had more money than brains.
Through the intercom, she heard a voice that sounded like it was right there in the room with her. “I’m upstairs taking a shower. I’ll be down in a few minutes. You can certainly make yourself comfortable and pour yourself a drink. I’ve given the staff the night off. I believe that we need this time to get to know each other as doctor and patient.” Brock was smiling the entire time. “It wouldn’t be out of the question for you to come up here to join me. I’m just putting it out there. Raising the flag and seeing if you are ready to salute it.”
Stephanie stood there at the bottom of the stairs looking up, and before she knew it, her feet were taken the journey all the way up to the top. She followed the sound of water to an open door that had a billow of steam coming from within.
“I can’t stand this any longer. I want him to see the better part of me, but there’s also another part of him that I have yet to experience with my mouth or any other part of my body. I know what he feels like in my hand, but that is nothing compared to a more physical examination. I have this need to fall on my knees and to worship the man.”
Brock heard her coming and decided to showcase his many other attributes by standing like some kind of super hero in a movie.
Stephanie turned the corner and her hand literally went to her mouth with her eyes staring at the man, droplets of water dancing on his skin. She was stunned into silence and her knees almost buckled out from underneath her.
“I was hoping to get a sneak peek, but maybe I knew that this was going to happen all along. He was obviously daring me to across some sort of line. Now that I have, I don’t want to walk away.”
Brock walked over and took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared at him and he felt a certain problem that had swelled to a mammoth proportion. If anything, he could swear that he had grown an extra inch, if that was possible. All the blood from the rest of his body had now accumulated in one spot and her eyes were directed right at it.
“Stephanie, I know that this is a game for two and I don’t think that I need to be a rocket scientist to see the signals on the play.” Brock lifted her into his arms and carried her clothed body into the master bedroom. He had already arranged several candles and a sprinkling of rose petals that would hopefully get her to see that he was not the kind of man that would take something like this lightly. “I didn’t think that this was a foregone conclusion, but I have always been somebody that is prepared for just about anything.” He easily lowered her onto the mattress and stood back so that he could inspect the merchandise. He heard the telltale clapping and the look of jubilant glee on her face had him ready to get down to business.
“I feel like there’s something that you should know. I’ve been burned in the past and I don’t want to experience that again in my lifetime. If you can’t promise me more than a good time, then you may as well tell me so that I am prepared. I just don’t want you to give me false hope for a future that’s not going to happen. I’m a big girl and I can handle what you’re going to say next.”
“I want him to say that he wants to be here with me forever and for all time, but that’s wishful thinking. I think that I have put him on the spot and I certainly didn’t want to put a gun to his head. He is going to have to answer this carefully, and hopefully he will do it truthfully.”
“I think the only thing I can promise you is that I’ve never met a woman like you before. You see through my false bravado. You’re not easily swayed by my muscles. I don’t know if this is anything long term, but I would like to think that I’m capable of something like that.” He climbed up on the bed and watched as she playfully moved up with her hands around her knees.
He smiled and used his masculine hands to pry her knees apart. The long skirt was hiding her lovely and long legs. He easily moved his hands up along her thighs and brought her skirt along for the ride. He saw the red panties and he felt like a bull ready to fight a matador. He pulled the frilly material to the side and blew warm air on her clit to make it dance to his tune.
“I don’t know if what you say is enough, but at least I can say that you are honest. You’re not just saying anything to get into my panties, although it probably wouldn’t have taken all that much. I appreciate that you can be open and not just tell me what I want to hear. My god, I thought sex was overrated, but I’m happy to report that I was mistaken.”
“I want more of what he has to offer. I want this to be a moment that I will always carry with me in my dreams. The way he licks my wet pussy and pulls at the lips with his teeth is making things stir down below that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I feel like I’m a firecracker ready to go off. It’s not going to take much of his manly persuasion to get me there.”
Brock worked his tongue in between her legs, splitting her down the middle and opening her up to an oral invasion. He had his fingers prying her open and the slick lips called to him like he had no control over his own libido. He was losing his composure and soon he was devouring her like a man possessed. Her legs were quivering and he was aware that this meant that she was going to lose herself in the moment.
“I can’t believe that you’re doing that with your tongue. I never had … Yes … Oh fuck … that’s it … I’m going to cum … going to cum for you, Brock.” Stephanie flailed her arms and legs like a fish out of water. She thrashed and turned and was lucky that he was there to hold her down or she probably would have gone flying right off the bed.
Stephanie was just coming out of a post orgasmic trance when she flitted her eyes open to see the product of his lust dangling in front of her like bait. She grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth to taste the sweetness of his syrup leaking from the top. It was sticky and sweet and she wanted more—and knew exactly how to get it. She grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, making sure that not even a single inch was left uncontained by her hot and demanding mouth.
“I don’t know … if I can do this.” Brock had no choice. He pulled free and left her looking at him pouting for some kind of explanation. “Don’t get me wrong, that felt absolutely amazing, but I want to fuck you.” He had to be careful with this damaged knee, but he was able to balance with his legs being held up by his muscular thighs. He spread her open and looked at the inviting target, with the sheen of wetness as a bull’s eye. He pushed up against her, letting gravity and the suction within do most of the work. He planted his flag in one, long stroke that took both of their breath away.
“My god. I don’t think that I’ve ever had it this good, Brock. I want you to treat me like one of your many groupies. I want you to show me that feeling of being overwhelmed. I want you … Ahh … Ahhh … Ahhhhhh.” Stephanie lost her train of thought as he started to work his hips in a circular motion. He leaned into it and was soon rubbing up against her in a way that ignited a certain, tiny bud.
Brock could feel her body respond as she lifted herself and grinded against him to get that deeper penetration. They were slamming up against each other with insistence and with a need that only they could satiate. The feeling was undeniable. The rippling motion of her muscles sliding along every inch was making it impossible to stay still for long. It was a nice, tight fit and it took a lot of effort to pull himself loose and then plow forward.
“Fuck me … Fuck me … Fuck me.” It was a litany of profanity that was escaping her lips. Her entire life was predicated on pleasing someone else and this was the first time that she felt like she was truly lost in the eyes of a man. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should reach for the condom in her purse, but t
hose thoughts were there one second and gone the next.
“This is better than I’ve ever had with someone else. I think I feel that this is more than just a one-night stand. The look in his eyes is not just from pleasure, but also from something that he wasn’t expecting.”
The bed was rocking and they were screaming into each other’s faces with sweat dripping off their bodies. He rammed deep and then his face contorted into a mask of bliss that was soon made apparent by the sharp thrust of his hips. He went off and he shot what felt like a gallon inside her. He finally had to lay back, holding his chest and feeling his heart beating.
CHAPTER 6
The next day, Stephanie found out that she was pregnant. She called Brock and told him that they needed to talk immediately if not sooner. She waited patiently in her office, pacing the floor and wondering what he was going to say about this latest turn of events.
“I know that I want him to say one thing, but what if he says something else entirely? I’m not sure that I can do this without him, but I’m damned and determined to give this kid the life that it deserves. It might’ve been stupid to do that with him, but I don’t regret one thing.”
The door flung open and Brock stepped in, breathless and holding his knees with his face flushed and about to pass out. “What’s the emergency? You sounded very strange on the phone. I came over as soon as I could.” Brock saw the angst on her face and could tell that something momentous was going to happen. “Oh god, did you find something in my scans? Am I never going to be able to play football again?” It didn’t even dawn on him that this had nothing to do with him, or at least not about his injury.
“I’m glad that you said that. It makes what I have to say a little easier to swallow. I’m pregnant, and before you ask, it is yours. I haven’t been with anybody besides you, and I swear that to the man above.”
Brock stared at her in silence, his eyes searching hers. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to speak. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve never considered myself to be father material, but maybe with you it will be different.” Again, he paused, collecting his thoughts. “I want to keep the child, but I’m not really ready for marriage. We’re definitely going to have to keep this from your father until after the season ends. I know that’s not going to be easy, but maybe it would be easier if you didn’t come around so often. We can continue these treatments at my home or at your office. I want to be a man and tell your father that what we have between us is not just physical. I’m going to pave the way slowly over the next couple of days.”
Stephanie ran into his arms and held him close. “I wasn’t expecting this. I was hoping for it, but I really didn’t know where your head would be. I’m glad that you have decided that I’m worthy of carrying your child. I know that we both have feelings for one another, and I hope that over time they will grow even stronger than what they are already.”
They both saw that her father was suspicious, but they held true to their word, until the championship slipped through their fingers by one touchdown. It was still a contested game and Brock had several NFL teams coming to him. He chose to stay close to Stephanie. They sat down and broke the good news to her father.
Her father was first concerned that Brock was not the type of man that should be held down, but then he realized that his daughter was happy and that was all that mattered to him.
They were going to be about 100 miles apart, but Brock’s lucrative contract had afforded him the kind of wealth that made it easier to go back and forth. They married a month before the child was born, naming it after her father, and even though what they had was separated by him being on the road, it didn’t mean that they weren’t happy. The ring on her finger sealed the deal. They both had their own careers, but they would always know that the one place that they were safe were in each other’s arms.
THE END
BROCK – THE STAR
Chapter 1
“I want you to know that I’m always going to be in your corner. I asked you to put yourself in my hands and I promised that I would get you through this, one way or another. I know that you’re scared and I understand that you’re apprehensive about going under the knife. I’ve done everything that I can, but I’m afraid that the surgery is your last resort.”
It was another version of a speech Stephanie had given many times before. In fact, the entire scene was much the same each time. She would sit on her side of the desk, wearing her pristine lab coat, her reddish-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Her patient would sit on the other side, reacting to the news with either anger or sadness, both fueled by grief.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but sometimes I have to tell them the truth. I can work miracles and I was hoping that I could do that for him, but the spot on his brain scan has grown considerably.”
“I don’t know why you just didn’t tell me this over the phone,” Arnold said, giving over to the angry side of grief. Arnold Julius was an up and coming PGA star that had both the accolades and the sponsors who were clamoring for the chance to sign him on the dotted line. But an unforgiving drunk driving accident had caused him to not only to lose his livelihood, but had also placed his life in jeopardy. “This can’t be happening. I need some time to think about this.”
Arnold stood and drew a few deep breaths, but otherwise fell into silence. He knew that going underneath the knife meant possible brain damage, or even death. If he had his choice, he would rather die on the table than live as some sort of vegetable.
Stephanie stood and moved to his side of the desk, putting her hand on his shoulder. This momentary comfort was the push he needed to transition his grief from anger to sadness, and gave him license to cry on her shoulder. She tried to talk to him, but he was inconsolable.
This was the part of the job that Stephanie didn’t enjoy at all, and she had been through a few too many of these scenes in recent weeks. She was getting burned out and she needed time to recharge her batteries someplace tropical with some bronzed bodies and tropical drinks. She could already feel the warmth of the sand underneath her toes and the baking sun bronzing her skin and turning her into a desirable creature of the night. “I have basically given him a death sentence. His only hope is a surgeon that is worth his salt. I’ve given him my two best recommendations. The rest is in the hands of him and god. I can’t get emotionally involved. If I do, I will only lose myself, and that is not something I’m going to allow to happen.
Arnold new this prognosis was a possibility, and he knew that he wouldn’t be pleased to hear it, but he didn’t expect to break down. His doctor’s warm hand on his shoulder was the action that broke the dam, and everything flooded out. As his tears began to slow, he realized he knew the decision he would make: he would go under the knife and hope for the best.
“I know that you have done everything that you can, Dr. Wallace. There’s been nobody like you. Everybody told me that I was a lost cause, but you said that there was hope.” Arnold paused for a moment and then gave a rueful chuckle. “Hopefully that was not an error in judgment on your part. I’m grateful for the time that I have been given. I wish that it could be longer, and maybe it can. Only time will tell.” Arnold didn’t feel like he was living up to his reputation as a strong and confident black man. Rather than stay and risk another emotional outburst, he gave the doctor a nod and moved towards the door.
Stephanie watched him walk out of the office, giving her a meek smile before he turned the corner. She wanted to run to him and tell him that things were going to work out, but she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. As she pondered his future, she could hear her nurse in the background, muffled, as if she were inside a tunnel. She was more concerned with Arnold and what his state of mind was like, unsure if he could truly understand that it wasn’t a lost cause.
“I don’t mean to interrupt your thoughts, as I’m sure that you have a lot on your mind, but I believe you will want to hear this. Your father, Coach Avery, has asked me to
tell you to look at your messages. I’ve never heard him sound so worried. I hope that there hasn’t been anything that is going to prevent him from winning the championship.”
Jennifer Belle was a consummate professional, but when it came to college football, she was a fanatic.
“If there’s anything that you can do to make sure that the cup comes home to this town, then I implore you to do whatever you can.” Jennifer was hardly the only person in the town invested in a win—the college team was on the cusp of doing something that would give the area something to be proud of for years to come.
Stephanie looked at Jennifer, taking in her bubbly personality, and she wanted to shake her. There didn’t seem to be anything that rattled her or made her feel like life was getting her down. She was always enthusiastic, and the fact that she was the coach’s daughter had given Jennifer a reason to take the job out of hand.
“I’m not taking anything that you say seriously at the moment, Jennifer. I had to give Arnold some bad news. I know that I shouldn’t let it weigh heavily on my mind, but sometimes I can’t help it. There are always those that get underneath my skin.”
“I wish that I could say the same thing for my love life. It’s been on life support from the moment that my ex-boyfriend took a job overseas.”
“I don’t think that you should get caught up with other people’s problems. You’ve told me from the moment that you hired me that we should never take our job home with us. With that being said, maybe it would be best to dedicate your time to something that will be more worth your while. Coach Avery has all the hopes and dreams of this town on his shoulders. Go and talk to your father and see what he wants. It will do you good to get some perspective. Stop and buy yourself something nice and put a smile on that face.”