Daddy To Go: A Secret Baby Medical Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  We both laughed wildly, watching as the kids began to pile out of the place. The parents wanted to get back before things got wild. Personally, I liked quiet nights at home, but since this was literally my first date with Ryder, I didn’t want to spend it at home playing board games.

  The lights began to dim and the waitress came over, boxing up the rest of the pizza.

  “You want me to hold it in back for you, Abby?”

  I smiled, already reaching for the leftovers and the bill. Ryder had anticipated it though, his card already out of his pocket.

  “I got this. I’m taking you out, remember?”

  I wrinkled my nose but then smiled.

  “Thank you,” I said, blushing. “I appreciate it.”

  Suddenly, the volume of the music went up, and the television switched off. Ryder looked all around him as adults surged towards the bar, getting their dollar beers and whiskey shooters before dancing across the floor to their friends. He clapped his hands together loudly, making me jump. Half of his mouth curled upward and he put out his hand.

  With a raised eyebrow, I carefully reached for it. “What are we doing?”

  He pulled me to my feet, leaning in just inches from my face. My entire body came to a halt, and I didn’t know if he was going to kiss me or run off without me. He laughed a little, seeing the look of confusion on my face.

  “Don’t worry little lamb, I’ve gotten you all taken care of.”

  With that, Ryder grabbed my wrist and swirled me around the floor. We danced to the music. I let loose, rocking my head from side to side, jumping up and down, busting moves like a madwoman. We laughed the entire time. He was carefree, something that was missing before, but that I didn’t realize until that moment. Ryder swirled me around, dipping me down while staring into my eyes.

  When the song ended, he lifted me back up, the music melting into something slow and almost sensual. My arms were over his shoulders and his hands trailed down my sides and across my lower back. Suddenly, all of my manic energy dissipated, and I stared right back at him. I melted again, this time letting him take the lead. Our warm cheeks were pressed gently against each other’s and that was the one silence that I didn’t mind in the least. Our bodies were giving each other telltale signs.

  I couldn’t help but swirl my hips against him, feeling his cock grow larger inside of his pants. He pressed his forehead against mine and our mouths were just inches apart. I could feel that rush returning, that eye opening, heart thumping adrenaline that turned to simmering heat in my belly with every wave of passion that washed off of Ryder and onto me.

  Just as he leaned forward to kiss me, the music changed, and the lights went up just a tiny bit. We both stepped back, looking to see if anyone was paying any attention out there. We weren’t necessarily doing anything wrong, but in a town like Farmington, tongues will wag. With Ryder’s career, he didn’t need that. But it was going to be a really long night if we had to act like kids with a chaperone.

  He took me by the wrist and pulled me to the side. “Why don’t we get out of here? This is fun, but I want to be with you. Just us.”

  My eyes shimmered. “Where do you want to go?”

  He looked at his watch.

  “Well, I was staying at the hotel, but they were pre-booked starting tonight, so they apparently moved me over to a service apartment that visiting doctors stay in when they come here for conferences. They were going to move my stuff over there for me, so I haven’t actually been yet. It shouldn’t be too bad though. Do you want to give it a try?” He carefully trailed his finger down my arm. “And Abby, we haven’t had real time alone yet. It would be nice, don’t you think?”

  I smiled sweetly.

  “Sounds good, Doc. Let’s go.” Inside, my heart thumped. More alone time with this man? Sign me up!

  10

  Abby

  I held back a grin as Ryder slipped his hand into mine, walking down the street toward his new apartment. The night was gorgeous and his place was only four blocks away so a stroll was in order. I figured it was probably a good idea to get in some exercise anyway. After all, I just devoured an entire pizza, or at least a huge portion of one. Yet, Ryder didn’t seem disgusted and swung my hand forward and back playfully.

  “So, are you and your sister really close?”

  I shook my head. “Not really. My sister has been kind of standoffish with me since she hit high school. I’m not sure why. I think maybe we are just two completely different people. She’s in her senior year of high school too, so that could play a part in it.”

  Ryder laughed.

  “My sister and I used to fight, but then one day, we realized we only had each other in this world,” he explained. “But not everyone has a bond with their sibling. Ours was out of necessity at first. Then, as time went by, we genuinely began to care more about each other.”

  I smiled at him.

  “That’s nice. I hope one day me and my sister get along better but it’s up to her. I’m here if she needs me, and she knows that.”

  Ryder was quiet for a second, looking all around.

  “It sure is really quiet in this town. I feel like I’m in some zombie movie or something.”

  “Ha,” I burst. “If I didn’t grow up here, I would feel the same way. But I get it. It’s so quiet, with no crowds. It’s just a sleepy little place. I went to Chicago once with my aunt when I was younger and I didn’t know how to handle so many people. I didn’t sleep the entire time I was there because it was so loud! I think I was just made to be a small town girl.”

  “That’s not a bad thing,” he replied, squeezing my hand. “That means you care about the small and simple things just as much as the big ones. That’s hard to find in a woman.”

  I put my hand up. “Here I am!”

  We laughed as we walked up to the front of an old brownstone converted into apartments. There were some flyers scattered on the stoop, and I stood to the side as he opened up the mahogany front door. The place was older but well maintained and in a really nice part of town. We were quiet in the shared hallway, holding back laughter when we saw his neighbor’s doormat. It was pink and fuzzy, and decorated to the hilt with cats.

  “I have a cat,” I said as he fiddled with the lock.

  Glancing up at me he smiled.

  “Oh yeah? I’m never home long enough to have any pets.”

  “I don’t know, I think pets are essential to sanity,” I explained. “Mr. Bugle, he always knows how I feel.”

  He got the door open and stood to the side to let me through. “Mr. Bugle, huh. That’s a funny name.”

  I stepped in the entryway of the apartment and stood to the side, my hands in front of me.

  “I found him in a junk yard, sleeping in the side part of a tuba.”

  Ryder paused, closing the door and throwing the keys in the bowl next to it. “So is that why he’s named Bugle?”

  I smirked. “Because calling him Mr. Tuba sounds weird. If I found him in an egg sandwich wrapper, would I call him Mr. Egg Sandwich?”

  Ryder chuckled, shrugging. “Mr. Egg. I like that. Very sophisticated.”

  I giggled, turning and looking at the living room of his new place. It was very sparse. It was freshly painted in a grey color, with obviously expensive furniture, but nothing to make it feel like home. There was a huge flat screen mounted on the wall, a rug under the grey and silver perfectly rectangular couch, two armchairs in vibrant blues next to the fireplace, and that was about it.

  Ryder looked around as well.

  “Well, they told me this was homier than the penthouse, but clearly not.”

  We took a quick tour of the rest of the place. The kitchen was stocked with everything he would need, including a fridge full of food, but again, there was nothing personal or warm about it. The bedrooms were the same. There were huge king-sized beds in each room with plush bedding and swags of drapery, but nothing cozy or comfortable.

  Walking back out to the living room he put hi
s hands out with a smile.

  “Here we are.”

  My hand trailed down the back of the couch.

  “Why is the place so formal?”

  He was pulling the long thick blue drapes closed on the front windows.

  “Most places I stay are pretty corporate, from the hotels to the service apartments. Everyone from visiting doctors to interviewees from out of town is hosted here.”

  My eyes shifted around with a nod.

  “Gotcha. I don’t know, I’ve stayed in hotels before but there’s nothing like going home to your knick-knacks, warm fuzzy blankets, and a broken-in couch. It’s just nice.”

  His eyes skimmed over me, bringing a rush of heat to my chest. Suddenly I felt nervous, but he smiled.

  “I’m a traveling doctor,” he shrugged. “That part of it I got used to a while ago. I don’t own a place of my own and everything I have, I travel with. I don’t have my own practice so I am not obligated to stay in one place.”

  I crossed my arms and leaned against the sofa with my hip. “So how do you get gigs?”

  He shrugged.

  “I work with a staffing agency, and I also have a good reputation,” he replied. “I put myself out there, and people call and book me. It’s usually for vacation coverage, funerals, weddings, and things like that, but sometimes it’s for a special consult. I have made myself marketable over the years by attending just about every updated training session available as I travel. Plus, I’ve seen a lot of things from traveling so much.”

  I smiled. “Yes, there probably isn’t much variety in a place like Farmington.”

  Ryder chuckled, walking over next to me. His eyes sat on my neck as he brushed his finger through my hair.

  “Most young doctors want action. They don’t want to deal with chicken pox, routine exams, and sniffles. They want adventure.”

  “What about your action and adventure?” I asked, my voice slightly lowered as my eyes latched onto his.

  Ryder put his finger under my chin and lifted it, giving me a very gentle kiss. My heart felt like it was going to explode right out of my chest.

  “I travel all over the country, sometimes even consulting overseas. That’s my adventure. I was born and raised in small town Minnesota. Most of the people there will never leave, and their children will never leave, and so on. This was a way for me to break free and see the world. Get that travel bug out of my system.”

  The rested a hand gently on his arm.

  “I have to say, I’m kind of jealous of that. I’ve lived right here my whole life. Other than one trip to Chicago, and my eighth grade field trip to Washington DC, going to the next town to pick up something for my mom is the extent of my travel. I’ve always wanted to see the world though.”

  He tapped his finger to my nose and turned, looking around the room. I followed him into the kitchen. It was like he was sniffing something out, but I had no idea what it could be. Finally, he flipped open the end cabinet to find shelves of liquor.

  “Aha,” he laughed. “I knew it would be here somewhere. Would you like something?”

  I shrugged. “Sure, you pick. I don’t have very much experience with alcohol.”

  He pulled down a bottle and two glasses and started pouring.

  “Do you have plans to go to college? I know you said you were saving for it. That’s always a really great way to see the world, and to open up your perspective a little. Sometimes it’s hard to take the first leap because we get so comfortable with our surroundings. College kind of pushes you to do it.”

  Without realizing it, a small sad smile crept onto my face.

  “I would love to go to college. I had great grades in school but didn’t get any scholarships and couldn’t afford to rack up thousands of dollars in student loans. With my mom being a single mom and working so hard just to put food on the table, there was no way she could help me with that. So I’m saving up, and when I have enough, I’ll enroll. But I’ll probably just start at the local college in the next town over and then transfer to the University of Maryland or something. So much for seeing the world.”

  Ryder handed me a glass of what I assumed was bourbon from the color. I took a sip and had to strain to keep my face from cringing. He chuckled, though, seeing my stiff lips.

  “It’s a little strong, I know. It’s not my favorite but it’s here.”

  Ryder led me back out to the living room and we sat on the couch. He turned towards me, watching my every move. Normally, I would find that uncomfortable, but the interest in his eyes and the way he opened his body to me was titillating. He took a sip of his drink and sat it on the coffee table.

  “What do you want to go to school for?”

  I took a deep breath and laughed.

  “Well, that’s the million-dollar question. I definitely think for some sort of art. I’ve always loved the fine arts. I paint, sculpt, draw, and do some graphic arts too. I’ve always loved it.”

  He grinned.

  “That’s awesome, you’ll have to show me some of your stuff.” Ryder looked thoughtfully into the amber of his glass. “As far as the college stuff, I know how that is. After my parents died, there wasn’t a steady of flow of income for me and my sister. They left us some money, but they hadn’t planned on dying so young. I got scholarships mostly, did some cool summer internships, and worked part-time all through school to cover the rest of tuition. I was so busy with jobs and school sometimes I just wanted to retreat to a desert island to get some peace.”

  I giggled.

  “Why didn’t you? That sounds amazing.”

  He laughed.

  “Because we both know life doesn’t quite work that way. And, I wanted to be a doctor. Despite my showing of unprofessional behavior the other day, I actually take my work really seriously.”

  My cheeks heated up just thinking about it. He could see the red tint to my face and scooted close to me. His eyes roved over my body and he took my cheeks in his hands. “There is no reason to be shy about it. It was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.”

  I could barely get my words out. “Me too. But don’t you ever think about staying in one place? Forging relationships?”

  He smiled, his eyes on my lips. “Maybe. If I found the right girl.”

  Air stuck in my chest, and my mouth fell open slightly. The way his voice lowered immediately jump started my arousal. He smelled so good and I had never even thought someone could make me feel so wanted just from the way he looked at me. Ryder leaned in and barely touched his lips against mine. His hands fell down to my shoulders, and then skimmed my arms. Shivers ran down my spine and my chest began to heave.

  As he rubbed his lips to mine, moving over to my cheek and down to my neck, he spoke in segments. “I just wanted to…”

  He kissed my skin, and my eyes rolled back. Continuing, he moved up to my ear. “… have you all to myself, no interruptions.”

  Finally, I moved toward him, gripping the strong muscles under his shirt. Our mouths collided and his tongue swooped in, circling through my hot cavern. I gasped against Ryder, digging my fingers into his shirt, wanting to feel his hot skin so badly. He ravaged my mouth for a moment, his right hand slipping down to my thigh. As I spread a bit, he cupped my warm wet mound.

  I let out a deep moan as his fingers pulsed against me, rubbing through my jeans. Then, suddenly, they stopped. He pulled back and smiled at me mischievously. Standing, he put out his hand and began unbuttoning his shirt with the other.

  “Come on,” he growled. “Let’s go somewhere where I can devour you all at once. I want to see your whole body.”

  My teeth chattered slightly and my pussy throbbed. There was no thinking about it. I grabbed his hand and followed him out of the living room, flipping off the light as we headed down the hall. We walked into the bedroom and I stopped, standing in the center of the room as he closed the door and slipped his shoes off.

  He strode toward me like a lion after its prey, his shirt now open. I reached up
and pushed it back over his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. Biting my lip, I ran my fingers over his flesh, feeling the electricity connecting between us. My eyes darkened and, in that moment, there was no more Ms. Shy and Demure. I wanted him, and I wanted him to know that I wanted him.

  The old Abby had disappeared and this new one was ready to come out and play.

  11

  Ryder

  Her skin was like silk, her body almost vibrating in the dim bedroom light. As she ran her fingers down my chest, I lifted the bottom of her shirt and growled as I pulled it up and over her head. Her hair cascaded down her back and her huge breasts sat perched in her purple and black lacey bra. Leaning forward I pressed my face in their billowing glory.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” I breathed into her soft flesh. “Absolutely beautiful.”

  She whined a little and tossed her hair, pressing herself closer to me. Good. Carefully, I unsnapped the back of her bra and let her tits free. They bounced out, ripe and perky, even better than I remembered. I ran my tongue down her sweet supple skin and around her nipple. Abby gasped, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as I pulled it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. God, she was so sweet and so hot.

  Her hands pulled at my shoulders, lifting my mouth to hers. She smiled as I kissed her, reaching her hands down to my belt and pulling it undone. Her lips parted mischievously and I watched as she lowered herself down onto her knees, her eyes shifting up to me as she unbuttoned my jeans.

  “Do you want this, Ryder?” she cooed playfully.

  Hell, yes. The need for my cock to rest perfectly on those pouty lips was almost unbearable. As she dropped my pants to the ground, her other hand ran up my boxer-brief sheathed cock. I groaned as she slipped my boxers to the ground and got in position, flinging her hair back over her shoulder while shifting forward on her knees. She gave me just a hint of a smirk as she stroked my dick, up and down, twisting her hand slowly to the tip and back again.