What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 8)

by Sabrina York

  “I know this is an uncomfortable angle, Elle, but I really need you to scooch down a little bit.”

  I moved down toward him with my ass in the air, waiting with anticipation for what he was going to do next. He came up behind me and rested his hand on my stomach, rubbing me over and over again. Then his hand worked its way downward until he was tightly cupping my cunt. He stuck two of his fingers inside of me, and I swayed my hips to take him in as deeply as I could. I was so distracted by his overactive fingers, I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his cock slowly enter my ass.

  “Are you okay? Some patients think this type of probing hurts,” he said as he slowly moved in and out of my asshole.

  “No, I’m just fine,” I moaned, enjoying the sensations filling up both of my holes. He picked up the pace of his movements, and his cock rammed into me harder as his fingers dug into my pussy the same way. I rocked my body back and forth, slapping my ass against Darren’s cock and my pussy against his hand. I reached down and started to finger my clit ferociously, closing my eyes to enjoy all of the sensations at once. I moaned when I started to feel the orgasm rise up all over my body. Darren continued to thrust inside of me, and dipped his fingers in and out of my wetness until I screamed in climax.

  He shoved his cock into my ass over and over again, until I felt him squirting inside of my hole. When he was finished, he closed up the lab coat and silently left the room. I laid back on the table, exhausted, watching my tits rise and fall with the deep breaths that I was taking. I was drunk, tired, and satisfied—all in all, I would say it was the best doctor visit I’d ever had.

  I don’t know how long Darren was gone, but by the time he came back I was half asleep.

  “Elle, Elle, wake up,” he said, gently poking my arm.

  I thought I heard the words “will you marry me,” but I figured it was just a drunken dream.

  About the Author

  Kiki Wellington loves sexy stories that stimulate the mind and the body. Her characters are a combination of erotic and quirky, and they explore their intimate journeys with unbridled enthusiasm and unrepentant sexuality.

  To find out more about Kiki, log on to www.sexwithkiki.com or follow her on Twitter at twitter.com/kikiwellington.

  Undercover Mother

  Kit Tunstall

  Amourisa Press and Kit Tunstall reserve all rights to UNDERCOVER MOTHER. This work may not be shared or reproduced in any fashion without permission of the publisher and/or author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters engaging in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

  Kit Tunstall, © 2002

  Cover images: Depositphoto.com/©monkeybusiness

  “For a touching story that showcases love in all its forms, be sure not to miss UNDERCOVER MOTHER.”

  —Romance Reviews Today (Jennifer Bishop)

  Undercover Mother

  Caris’s vengeful ex-boyfriend successfully sues for custody of their three-month-old baby after casting her in a bad light. Once he dumps Jessica on his brother and leaves the country, Caris seizes the opportunity to be with her daughter again by posing as the nanny. What she doesn’t count on is the growing attraction she feels for Brendan’s brother, Dom. Suddenly, she’s spinning fantasies of being more than an undercover mother, and they’re all starring Dom. She falls in love with him, but her deception, and events in the past, haunt any future they may have together.

  Chapter One

  Caris clutched Jessica to her chest as she pounded on Trent’s door. It was three in the morning, but she hoped he would still be awake since his shift would have ended less than an hour ago. “Trent, are you in there?”

  After a long moment, there was a scraping at the door, and the security chain rattled against the wood. Trent opened the door, rubbing his eyes. “Caris?”

  “I’m sorry to bother you, but Jess has a high fever. Can you drive us to the hospital?”

  His red eyes seemed to clear a bit as he blinked at her. “The kid’s sick?”

  “Yeah.” Caris shifted impatiently, waiting for his brain to catch up. “Were you sleeping?”

  He shrugged and pulled the door open wider. “Bring Jess in while I get dressed. You don’t want her getting sicker.”

  With a nod that sent mussed-up locks the shade of melted brown sugar flying around her face, Caris entered the dingy apartment. She couldn’t keep her nose from wrinkling at the pungent odor permeating the room. As usual, the place was a mess—dirty clothes tossed over the back of the couch, beer bottles on the floor, and pizza boxes scattered across the coffee table and spilling onto the threadbare carpet. Trent padded down the hall on bare feet, and she watched him go, mentally urging him to hurry.

  Jessica started wailing again, and Caris carefully unwrapped the mound of baby blankets covering her three-month-old daughter. “What’s wrong, sweetums?” She touched her daughter’s fiery cheek, wincing at the heat she felt. “Hurry, Trent,” she whispered.

  He seemed to read her thoughts, because he entered the living room in less than a minute, wearing a sweater, tattered jeans, and a light jacket.

  Caris frowned at him. “It’s twenty-seven degrees out there and snowing heavily. You need a coat.”

  Trent shook his head at her, sending his brownish-red hair flipping over his shoulder. “You’re too much sometimes, Caris. Or should I say Mommy?”

  “Sorry. It’s a habit.” She carefully covered Jess again, hugging the baby against her chest. Then she followed Trent from the apartment. He tripped on the first step, stumbling down several before catching the railing. She hurried to him. “Are you okay?”

  “Fine.” He grasped the rail and made it to the first floor without further incident.

  Caris followed him to the beat-up green Festiva parked in his spot. She got in the passenger seat and was fastening her belt with one hand when she looked up to find Trent staring at her. “What?”

  He frowned. “Where’s her car seat?”

  “In Mandy’s car. I left it there when we went shopping this morning. I mean yesterday morning.” Caris hugged Jessica closer to her. “Please drive carefully.”

  He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sure.” He left the dark lot, easing out onto the main street. “Which hospital?”

  “St. Francis.” Caris braced herself against the door so she could hold Jessica more securely. If only Mandy had been home, Jessica would be safe in her car seat right now.

  The baby let out a piteous cry, and Caris pushed the blankets off her face again. Jessica’s thick brown hair hung in lank strands, soaked through with sweat. The skin around her green eyes was red and puffy, but that was probably from crying. Her ears and cheeks were bright red, but Caris hoped that was from the marathon two-hour screaming jag she had embarked on in their small apartment. “Can you go any faster?”

  “Tryin’. Snow’s pretty thick.”

  Caris lifted her head at his slurred tone. She studied him with intent green eyes for a moment before groaning. “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

  He shrugged. “A couple at the club.”

  “I thought your boss didn’t like you drinking on the job?”

  Trent smirked. “What Patterson don’t know won’t hurt me.”

  “I think you better pull over to let me drive.” Caris hated to expose Jessica to Trent while he was drunk, and the thought of him behind the wheel was even more frightening. Why hadn’t she noticed his state before? She should have phoned for an ambulance, and damn the cost.

  “You don’t even have a license.”

  “But I can drive.” She looked up at the road, frowning at the thick snow. “There’s ice on the roads. Please let me drive.”

  “It’s my car.” He glared at her before turning his eyes back to the road. “We’re less than a mile from the hospital. Shut up and let me drive.”

  She bit her lip, not wanting to provoke an argument, which would split his attention between the road and her. “Fine. Pull over and let us o
ut.”

  “You’re going to take the baby out in the snow when she’s sick just ’cause I had a few beers?” Trent shook his head at her. “Don’t be stupid.”

  “I was stupid to get in this car with a drunk driver. Now, pull over.” Caris clutched the door handle, gasping as the car fishtailed on a patch of ice. “Please,” she said desperately.

  He sighed. “Fine, you can drive.”

  Trent turned on his signal, glancing in the mirror behind him. As he moved his head, he moved his arms too, causing the car to jerk to the right. The sound of metal screeching against metal wasn’t half as horrible as the impact that occurred simultaneously.

  Caris clutched Jess with all her might, screaming as the car careened away from whatever they had hit—probably another parked car—to go sliding across the street. If it had been earlier in the evening or later in the morning, traffic from the opposite lane would have hit them. Fortunately, they had the street to themselves.

  With an eerie sort of gracefulness, the car continued to slide as Trent battled for control. Caris held onto the baby as the seconds seemed to extend to minutes, and then hours. She couldn’t hear a thing, although she knew she and the baby were both screaming, and Trent was cursing a blue streak as he fought the locked steering wheel. It wasn’t until they jumped the curb and crashed into the light pole that sound abruptly returned.

  It seemed to have texture and filled her ears so completely she was overwhelmed by the cacophony. The tortured cry of the car at its impact, followed by a popping sound, and the crash of something on the hood, deafened her. She couldn’t hear her own cries, or the baby’s.

  She was thrown forward, snapping against the seatbelt. Because of her awkward position against the car door, when she recoiled, her head connected with the window of the passenger side. A thick fog descended over her brain, making the edges of her vision blurry. As the blurriness faded to black, Caris realized she was losing consciousness, but couldn’t fight it off. She tried to tighten her grip on Jess, but felt her sliding away. With a wordless cry, Caris reached for her, but she was sucked into a whirlpool of darkness before she could grab hold of her daughter.

  Bright sunlight streaming into her eyes woke Caris sometime later in the morning. Her head ached when she tried to lift it, so she remained still. As she focused on her surroundings, she realized she was in a hospital room. She wore a soft gown, and a stiff sheet covered her. Her head rested on one thin pillow, and the linens under her crackled when she moved.

  She lifted her hand to search for the call button and saw an IV spike in her wrist. Her throat burned, and the inside of her mouth was dry and scratchy, as if she had swallowed half a desert. She fumbled for the box attached to a cable, accidentally flipping on the TV before hitting the button with a nurse icon.

  A matronly-looking nurse bustled into the room to answer her call. “You’re back with us. Good.”

  “What happened?” Her voice emerged as a croak.

  “Thirsty?”

  She nodded, and the nurse poured a glass of water from the beige carafe on the tray. Caris gratefully accepted the straw, sipping the cold water until the nurse pulled it away. “Where’s Jess?”

  The nurse lifted an eyebrow. “Jess?”

  “My baby.”

  She nodded, and her lids swept down over her eyes. “She’s fine.”

  “She fell. I couldn’t hold onto her…” Random scenes from the accident flashed through her mind before fading away. “She wasn’t hurt?”

  “No, ma’am. If she had been in a car seat…” The nurse trailed off.

  “I know.” Tears welled in her eyes when she realized how badly hurt her daughter could have been. “How is her fever?”

  “Fever?”

  “She was running a fever last night. A hundred and two.” Caris closed her eyes. “Trent drove us to the hospital. I had no idea he’d been drinking.”

  “Yes, well, she’s fine now.”

  Caris peeled open her lids in time to see the nurse’s lip curl. “The fever’s gone?”

  She shrugged. “I’m not certain, ma’am. As far as I know, the doctors in the ER didn’t detect a fever.”

  “Can I see her?”

  Once more, the nurse’s eyes slid from hers. “You need to rest first. What with another visitor on the way, it’s best to wait awhile before going to the nursery.”

  Caris’s eyes widened. “But…” She trailed off, frowning. “Visitor?”

  “Mr. McNeil.”

  The blood drained from her face, and Caris felt faint. “What?”

  Frowning, the nurse approached the bed. “There was a key ring in your purse with the address written on it. No number, of course, but one of the officers who answered the call volunteered to notify Mr. McNeil. He called in a few minutes ago and promised to stop by before work.”

  “No! How could you call him?” Caris tried to breathe deeply to ward off the panic rising in her breast, but she couldn’t draw in enough oxygen.

  “It was your only contact besides the young man you came in with. He’s still unconscious.” She clicked her tongue. “Sleeping off a nasty combination of drugs and alcohol. Mr. McNeil’s address was the only one in your purse.”

  “Do you know what you’ve done?” Caris winced at her strident tone. Suddenly, she clutched the nurse’s hand. “You didn’t tell him about Jessica, did you?”

  The nurse frowned. “I don’t think so.”

  “Did you or didn’t you?” Caris tightened her grip until the nurse winced and pulled away.

  “If you don’t relax, I’ll have to ring for the doctor. You aren’t doing your concussion any good by getting worked up.” The nurse’s face lost all trace of kindness. In its place was undisguised annoyance.

  Caris swallowed, struggling to rein in her emotions. “I’m sorry.”

  The nurse’s stiff expression eased slightly. “Yes, well—”

  “I don’t want to see Brendan when he arrives.”

  “Nonsense. He was very concerned about you.”

  She sighed, knowing the nurse wouldn’t listen to her. Caris tried to organize her thoughts, while ignoring the pounding in her head. “Where is my baby?”

  “She’s in the nursery on the third floor.”

  “Please, may I see her?” She and Jess had to get out of the hospital before Brendan arrived.

  “Not right now, dear. Rest—”

  Caris shook her head. “I need to know she’s okay.”

  The nurse bit her lip. “You aren’t allowed to see her right now.”

  “What?” Caris’s eyes widened.

  “It’s complicated, Miss Reese.”

  “Please.”

  A look of pity swept over the nurse’s face. “I can’t let you see her, but I can pop up to the nursery to check on her for you.”

  Reluctantly, Caris nodded. “Please.”

  The nurse hurried out, leaving Caris stewing in fear and resentment. How dare they notify Brendan? What right did they have to go poking through her purse, taking addresses at random?

  She used a shaky hand to push the limp strands of brown hair off her forehead. Why hadn’t she thrown that key ring away? How had it become a habit to transfer it from purse to purse? She had only lived in his condominium for four months. It shouldn’t have been long enough for any habits to form.

  It didn’t do any good to heap self-recriminations on herself now. The most important thing was to weather his visit without him finding out about Jess. Brendan had been ruthless during their relationship, and she had no reason to think a year would have changed him. If he found out about the baby, there was no telling what he would do.

  The nurse’s return interrupted her distressed thoughts. “How is she?”

  “She’s sleeping.” A soft smile curved across her face. “She looks very much like you.”

  Caris ignored the second comment. “And her fever?”

  The nurse shook her head. “She didn’t have a fever when the ambulance brought her in last n
ight. There’s been no sign of infection in the last four hours.”

  “I don’t understand. She was burning up. Otherwise we never would have gone out in that weather, especially without a car seat.”

  She shrugged. “Little ones are unpredictable. If she was in that car for a while, it might have caused her fever to break.”

  “As long as she’s okay now.” Once more, she gave the nurse a pleading look. “Couldn’t I just pop in for a few minutes?”

  Her mouth firmed. “No. I’m sorry.” She bustled out before Caris could ask again.

  An ache in Caris’s stomach had her bending forward despite the protest from her head. The dormant ulcer seemed to be awakening, and there was no mystery as to why. Brendan’s impending visit. She concentrated on breathing deeply, knowing she had to get him in and out. He would use any weakness against her, as she had learned during their cohabitation. He could not find out about Jess. That was critical.

  She didn’t have long to dread the upcoming confrontation, because he arrived about ten minutes after the nurse had left. Caris tilted her head when she saw him standing in the doorway, staring at her with an unsettling look in his blue eyes. She idly noticed he wore his dark blond hair shorter these days, but the more conservative look went well with his expensive gray suit. “I didn’t ask them to contact you. I don’t want you here.”

  Brendan entered the room, ignoring her words. “You look awful, Cari.”

  She shuddered at his saccharine tone. “Don’t call me that. You know I detest Cari.”

  “Better than that stupid name your mother gave you.” He dropped into the plastic chair by her bed. “How do you feel?”

  “I want you to leave.” He took her hand, and Caris tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold until she gasped. “Why did you come?”