“Maaaark,” she groans again, bucking harder as my hands move firmly against her.
I let out a low groan of my own, feeling it vibrate deep inside her as she loses her fight.
Loses the control she thought she had against my desire for her to find release.
Her sudden and intense climax fills my mouth as I feel it shudder through the rest of her body under my grip.
My dick twitching against my pants as I moan louder now, willing myself not to come while I taste her in my mouth, spreading her sweetness all over her pussy as my hands find the inside of her soft thighs.
Pushing up and down in time with her orgasm, I want my hands to feel as much of her as I can, my tongue to taste all of her.
The weight of my head against her body to show her how bad I want all of it.
Her body quivers under my touch, and all on its own. Her grip on my hair, pressing me deeper into her as her juices mix with her final cries of delight that tell me she’s done.
That I’ve given her something more than words. More than dinner or flowers. Maybe even more than saving her dad.
I feel like I’ve rescued Evelyn somehow. Freeing a lifetime of pent-up arousal and desire in a single moment.
My own needs mean nothing right now, and feeling her shudder to a slow moan against me is the best reward ever.
I know I’ve staked my claim.
I know she’ll be mine soon enough, it’s just a matter of time. And I’m in no real rush now.
Her taste in my mouth, her thighs against my face.
I think I’ve got this…
“I want you, Evelyn, like this… now and always,” I hear myself groaning, lifting myself up and pulling her by her ankles closer to me, her quivering valley an invitation to my engorged length which I’m fighting to free from my scrubs.
“Mark,” she moans again. Grabbing my face with both her hands. “Mark. I’m…” she gasps.
“Me too,” I admit, thinking she must be so close to her second climax I might not be able to hold back myself as I free my bobbing member from my pants finally, waiting for her to guide it inside her.
Until she finally manages to say it, what I know she’s probably been trying to tell me since we got inside her house.
“I’m a virgin, Mark. I’ve never done this before,” she puffs, her face flushed more with embarrassment than arousal now.
My face falling as my whole body relaxes against her.
In apology.
I feel stupid. Greedy.
Almost like I’ve misrepresented myself.
I don’t mean to disrespect her by being so forward.
I should have known, but how could I? I thought she could have, has had any guy she wanted.
But hearing her tell me straight up, looking up at me with those huge blue eyes, wondering if I’ll hold it against her?
It’s music to my ears.
Knowing she’s never had another’s hands on her. Never had anyone else…
I’ve never been happier about anything in my whole life.
“You don’t mind?” she squeaks, watching me beam from ear to ear as I raise my eyes to the heavens in thanks.
“No, baby. I don’t mind,” I tell her honestly, leaning down to kiss her and hold her gently.
“It means more to me than you think,” I admit because it really does.
“What do you mean?” she asks, sounding nervous. Ashamed almost, “I thought guys wanted-” she starts to say, but my lips silence hers.
“I mean you’ll be my only and I’ll be your first. And that’s what makes this so special,” I tell her.
Knowing my hands have been the only ones on her body, my mouth the only one on her, and my own manhood soon to be the only one to be inside her… It’s perfect.
Just like her.
The doorbell chimes and she jumps with a start, making me chuckle as I recall I did order some food for us both.
“I’ll go get that,” I tell her, not minding again the strain against my scrubs as I swagger to the front door, thanking the delivery driver and tipping him to the point he asks me to make sure.
“Oh, I’m sure,” I tell him. Knowing that paper is worthless compared to what I have waiting for me back inside.
Knowing I can feed her and then fill her when the timing’s right. Makes me feel like a million bucks.
Hell. I have a million bucks, and then some.
I laugh out loud at the thought, suddenly the richest man alive as I kick the door closed behind me.
I make a little detour to the kitchen and I find two plates and some cutlery. Evelyn’s voice cooing to me once I try to find her again.
“I’m upstairs,” she calls out, signaling me to her bedroom. Making me grip knives and forks harder as I take two stairs at a time, eager to bring her steak and mashed potato with gravy the best way I know how.
Except we aren’t at home.
We’re in her dad’s house, which I guess will have to do for now.
But I vow from this moment on, after tonight onwards. When I make her mine, it’ll be in our own bed, and in our own house.
A man’s family should start in his own home. I tell myself, almost dismissing the thought once I see her heavy chest naked over her covers.
Her small hand patting the tiny space next to her, inviting me to eat with her in her bed as I methodically unpack our food onto plates, snuggling in next to her.
Only helping myself to nourishment once I hear her own satisfied sounds of eating and lip-smacking coming from next to me as I know she’s enjoying her meal.
By the time we both finish I know Chef Marco’s done his job yet again, and that neither of us will be able to move for a while.
Best food coma ever.
CHAPTER NINE
Evelyn
What starts as me feeling embarrassed about our house, turns into a kiss I can’t believe, which turns into the best night of my life so far.
Dr. Mark Love between my thighs, followed by the best steak dinner I’ve ever had?
It doesn’t get any better than that.
I’m still not sure why Mark was so hung up on my dad’s pictures in the hall and on the mantle, but it’s easy to forget once he works his magic with those huge hands and equally magical tongue.
The steak with potatoes afterward is gravy. Literally, with some of that falling onto my naked chest without me even noticing until Mark helps himself to it.
Having stacked our plates and cutlery to one side, Mark pulls me closer to him after we eat, and I find my body wrapping around his like foil to candy.
He’s still got his scrubs on, but I don’t mind.
I mind my own nakedness less, feeling nothing but pleasure at having his body so close to mine under the covers in my own bed.
How he’s coping fitting in here, I’ll never know.
Like that tiny couch at the hospital, he just makes himself fit so we can be closer together without him even complaining once.
“You’re dad’s gonna be okay,” he reminds me, making me think of his reaction to our family pictures again.
The ones that have dad in them from his medical school days.
Reminding me of the whole day, of dad still lying in the hospital without me there by his side.
The pang of the bills, my guilt over everything.
But Mark’s arms around me are calming.
“I’ve told the recovery team to call me directly if there’s any change. And there’s no need to worry about anything else,” is all he says, reading my mind.
“But, Mark. We just can’t afford-” I start to say until I feel his warm lips on my forehead, a huge hand pulling the covers up over us both a little more.
“I said, don’t worry about it, Evelyn. Your dad is fine. You’re fine too. No need to worry about-”
“Ahhh shoot!” I exclaim, suddenly remembering my missed appointment with the scholarship board.
The missed job opportunity first. But a missed second chance at college, at medicine.
“Ugh. Long story,” I explain, trying not to sound annoyed. Not even wanting to hear myself say it out loud.
But Mark needs to know, he needs to understand I’m not mad at him just the situation I’m in.
“When I got the call, about my dad from the hospital,” I start to explain. Mark propping himself up on one elbow as he listens intently.
His brow shifts, encouraging me to go on, but it’s hard to say it. Hard to comprehend I may very well have blown my chance at medicine.
“…When I got that call, I was waiting to head back for a second interview. A college panel, I was applying for a scholarship for college,” I explain, feeling myself starting to sag from fatigue just thinking about it.
“A scholarship?” Mark asks, genuinely interested. “What will you major in?” he asks like he hasn’t heard what I just said.
I missed my interview. There are no second chances with that kind of thing.
“Medicine,” I groan. Throwing my head back on the pillows and telling myself there’s a price to pay for everything like my dad always reminds me.
Dad got himself to a hospital, and Mark saved his life. I should be grateful enough for that, even if it’s at the expense of my shot at college.
“My dad didn’t know,” I murmur. “He’s dead set against me studying medicine. Wants me to do something else with my life. Anything but try to be a doctor,” I sigh loudly.
Mark’s eyes darken some and I apologize for boring him with my problems.
“Sorry, Mark. You saved my dad today and here I am whining about something so stupid,” I remark.
“It’s not stupid,” he tells me firmly. “If you want to study medicine, it’s up to you. Nobody else,” he adds.
Romance has never been my strong point, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve definitely killed the mood of our night together so far.
“I gotta say, Evelyn,” Mark tells me, sounding suddenly like a doctor more than anything else. “You’ve had a bad day, sure. But you’re really down on yourself.”
I don’t know what to say, but he curls his lip into a cheeky grin and leans over to kiss me on the lips gently.
“It’s important to you, so we’ll make it happen. Which college?” he asks and I tell him.
“I know the Dean there,” he says knowingly, stifling a yawn. “Gave him a new heart valve a few years back. I’m sure he’ll be good to call in a favor,” he adds with a wink.
My mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
I feel like a fish out of water, like Mark Love really is some sort of god who has a solution to every problem just by existing.
“You’re mine now, Evelyn. If you’ll have me,” he almost blushes. “Anything you need or want. It’s done, just say the word.”
“I’m… yours?” I hear myself ask him back. Disbelief in my voice as I try to comprehend everything he’s just said.
“Yes,” he says with confidence this time. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but we make quite a team so far,” he adds, his hand running over my body under the covers, making me shiver again.
“I’ve noticed,” I pipe in, feeling for him too, not even shy about what parts I want to explore next.
“We’ve got time,” he reminds me. “I want you, Evelyn. All of you. And I want you to want all of me too.”
I’m not sure what to say except that that’s exactly how I feel.
Love, at first sight, sounded so silly until I felt it firsthand. And to have the other person feel the exact same way? It’s the best feeling in the whole world.
It’s a feeling I know is going to take some time to get used to. And not one my dad’s gonna be too happy about, either.
“I’m beat,” Mark confesses, pulling me closer.
“Can we get up early, start fresh? I’ll do those dishes and we can head over to my place before I take you back to the hospital unless we hear anything first,” he suggests.
“What do you mean?” I ask. “Is there a real chance dad could still get sick again?”
I feel Mark nod slowly. “Always a chance, but it’s pretty slim in his case,” he assures me.
“We should be in time to see him wake up if we get some rest ourselves,” he advises, and like the spell read from a book, I only hear him murmur a few other things I can’t take in until I fall into a deep sleep myself.
Did he just say something about Bermuda?
True to his word, I hear the sounds of breakfast and dishes long before I open my eyes or even look at my clock.
Mark’s cleaned up everything from last night and I can smell hot coffee I know we don’t keep, as well as other things that make me sit up with excitement as I hear his heavy step coming up the stairs.
He’s got a tray of what looks like everything I’d normally want to eat for breakfast but just can’t.
We either can’t afford it, or it’s just too much trouble first thing.
But it’s no trouble for Mark, it seems.
Nothing is.
“The restaurant?” I ask, scanning the fruit salad, omelet, fresh-squeezed juice, and hash browns.
Real hash browns, made from scratch.
“I have a few places I like to order from,” he shrugs. “Didn’t mean to wake you but…” he says, glancing at the food and then at me.
“Oh, you can wake me to feed me like this anytime,” I promise him.
“Anytime?” he asks with an edge of excitement in his voice, but my hands are already out, helping him set the tray down so we can both dig in.
CHAPTER TEN
Mark
I’ve arranged a car to pick us up, take us back to my place before heading out to the hospital in my own wheels.
But I don’t want to sound like I’m telling Evelyn what she should do. Her eagerness at my suggestion is enough for me to know I’m not pushing her.
“I’ll grab a shower and then some things to take in for dad,” she offers, and I happily clear our breakfast away, checking in with the hospital to let them know I’ll be in shortly.
Director Carmichael might not be so happy about that, but I’m past caring at this point.
I call the airline too, canceling my flight but am impressed when they offer to defer it for another time.
Ordering a second first-class ticket, I suggest a date and time for a flight but feel more impressed once they offer to send me a schedule I can choose from if I’m not in any hurry.
“No, I guess I’m not,” I hear myself saying with a smile, feeling relaxed for the first time in twenty years, knowing all I have to do is make sure Evelyn’s happy and I know I’ll be happy too.
The sound of her in the shower is tempting, but I decide to let her have her privacy.
If I go in there now, we’ll never get anywhere.
I need a shower badly myself, but being a doctor, I like things a certain way too.
No disrespect to Evelyn or her dad, but a quick snoop around the house screams to me that no queen of mine is staying here a second longer than she has to.
It’s a regular, middle-class house in the suburbs. Something her dad and I used to dream of when we had nothing.
But it’s not something I associate myself with today. And nor should she from now on.
She’s with me.
Mine.
I’ll make sure her dad’s looked after too, but there’s just no way will I see Evelyn in anything ‘regular’ from now on.
She’s the best and deserves nothing but the best. Starting from today, no matter what.
Penciling in the phone call to her college in my mind too, I want to make sure she’s got nothing but positive choices by the end of today.
A day I’ve already planned to end with her in my arms after dinner, heading home to her new place.
Maybe even Bermuda?
By my side as my queen from now on.
I can’t hide my pleasure when I see her ready with
a bag packed for her as well as her dad.
My low growl of approval vibrates off her lips as I kiss her quietly, hearing our car pull up just in time, like clockwork.
Just how I like things.
Between the drive to my place and heading inside, I let her know how well her dad’s doing.
“The update I got looks good though. All his vitals and new bloodwork are better than we’d hoped for. He’s gonna be fine,” I remind her.
“Can we see him this morning though?” she asks. “I mean, is he awake yet?”
I nod firmly, the sight of the driveway of my house distracting her as I tell her again that her dad is fine, but will be in a lot of pain for a while yet.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispers, making me realize it’s the house, not her dad that’s making her reel in shock.
“Home,” I tell her, putting my hand over hers and feeling her shoot forward in her seat, I can tell she likes what she sees.
She wants this.
And it’s hers already. She doesn’t even need to ask.
I pay our driver and let us inside, breathing my own sigh of relief at seeing home again. So soon after thinking I was gonna have to be out of it for at least a couple of weeks.
Feeling it fuller with her home now. Feeling like it’s all worth something finally.
“Look around,” I encourage her, noting the time on my Rolex.
I’ve got nothing to hide and want Evelyn to find her own way into her new home with me.
“I’ll only be five minutes,” I promise her, knowing I can shower and dress in less than that. A habit from being on call twenty-four-seven.
It’s a big house, and I know Evelyn is going to find most rooms empty.
Rooms I hope she’ll see filled with more of our things in the future. Maybe a whole tribe of kids too.
In the shower, I notice one thing that I’ve been avoiding since last night.
I don’t even think my hard on has subsided since feeling her in my arms. Since tasting her with my mouth.
There’s only one place this is going, I tell myself. Willing myself to have some control but wanting nothing more than to bury myself balls deep in her tight hole as I fill her with my seed.
A thought I have to shake off, switching the faucet to cold until I soften enough to put on pants without my aching member at attention once I dry off.
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