Daddy To Go: A Secret Baby Medical Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  “Fine, fine,” she sighed. “You better be texting me pictures of that doctor’s hot body. Give a girl something to live for.”

  “No way,” I replied, shaking my head. “No evidence. Not yet. Besides, you have had your hot bodies, now it’s my turn.”

  “Stingy bitch,” she grumbled.

  Laughing I got off the phone. “Bye, girl. See you Monday.”

  “Toodles,” she yelled out before disconnecting the call.

  I still don’t know how Mary and I stayed such good friends over the years but I was damn glad to have her on my side. I knew everyone else would have a negative opinion of me and Ryder, but I didn’t need their opinions. I needed someone to recognize I was capable of making up my own mind and have my back for it. Mary was always good with it. She doesn’t hold back, but once I had made a choice, she supported and cheered me on. That’s how I knew she cared.

  Staring down at my book I realized that focusing on anything was going to be a failure. I was already fully packed so there was nothing more to do there. And there were still fifteen or so hours until we left for our long weekend together. I needed to occupy my mind, because otherwise, I was going to go insane.

  Ryder and I were about to embark on what could be the beginning of something incredibly amazing, and I could only hope that my sister was wrong. So what if he was a traveling doctor? So what if he’d been brushing me off recently? People can get different jobs, and people can change.

  14

  Ryder

  I lifted Abby’s suitcase into the trunk of my car. It was way lighter than I assumed it would be. I was so used to high maintenance girls that I forgot not every woman packed her entire house when going away for three days. Besides, I had no plans on letting her keep her clothes on for very long, so it was all for the better.

  “Oh, sorry, I could have put that in there,” Abby said, hurrying down the steps from the apartment building.

  I playfully kissed my bicep. “I got this, young lady. You just stand back.”

  Abby giggled. I loved how she giggled. The fluttering in my stomach threw me off for a minute. There were definitely more emotions swirling around in my head then there should have been, but I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to get away and be with her.

  I put out my hand and opened the passenger door to the car. “You ready for this?”

  She smiled, reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

  She sat comfortably in the front seat and I closed the door, hurrying over to jump into the driver’s seat. When I got in, she looked over at me with wide eyes. “This car is fancier then my entire apartment. No, than the entire town.”

  I laughed, starting the engine and checking to make sure I could pull out. As I did Abby’s eyes opened wide with amazement.

  “You can barely even hear the engine. This is amazing.”

  Pressing the button on the sunroof, she gasped at the light shimmering down. I smirked. For some reason, it felt really good to show off to her. Even though it sounds lame, I really wanted to impress her.

  “I bought this after my residency was over. I spent a couple years living on tuna and noodles after it was over, just saving up. Then I bought this when I started my current gig because I was traveling all the time.”

  “Is it comfortable for long distances?” she asked, sounding shocked.

  I rubbed the seat back.

  “More comfortable than anything I’ve ever ridden in, and my father had his own luxury jet when I was a kid. That thing was crazy. But yeah, I like having nice things because, why not? I can’t take the money with me when I die and I make enough to be able to do what I like.”

  Abby’s cheeks blushed a little and she fidgeted with a piece of lint in her lap.

  “I drive an old Camry that I’ve had since I turned sixteen. When I was ten, I knew my mom wouldn’t be able to buy me a car so every summer I would go around doing chores for people. I would cut grass, pull weeds, grocery shop for them, clean houses, and babysit. I took that money and hid it away. When I got my driver’s license, I went and bought the Camry used. It’s done me good, and I worked hard for it.”

  “That’s awesome, Abby,” I replied with a grin. “You know what you want and you go for it. That’s amazing. I would be proud if I were you.”

  “I am,” she said with a small smile. “But it is definitely not one of these.”

  My hand rubbed across the steering wheel.

  “But the Camry’s reliable, gets you where you need to go, and you have other things in your life that are more important. I guess I don’t have a lot of that. So in a way, me being so in love with this car is kind of sad.”

  Slowly Abby turned her head toward me and then rolled her eyes.

  “Nice attempt to make me feel better but you can be obsessed with this car. I would be. No matter what.”

  We both burst into laughter. Abby got me. She even saw through me when I tried to spare her feelings. Granted, I was never a very good liar, but still. We raced down through the town and out onto some backcountry roads. I put my hand out the window and felt the warm air quivering around it. Abby leaned her head back and smiled, the sun glinting in her hair. She looked like a glowing angel in the passenger seat.

  I reached my hand over and took hers, winking as we headed for our mini-vacation. We didn’t even need to talk to have a good time. We spent half of the three-hour drive in silence, just enjoying the view, the wind, and the feeling of freedom. It was exciting to say the least.

  “Have you been here before?” she asked, seeing the sign for the resort.

  I looked out the window at the town coming up ahead.

  “Nope. But I hear it’s a really amazing place to go for the beach, small crowds, and privacy. I knew we could have shacked up in Farmington, but I figured we should get away.”

  Abby’s eyes darted out the window. “True. I mean, we aren’t doing anything wrong, but still. People in small towns tend to have small minds. To them we have a huge age gap and you’re my doctor too. It would be the scandal of the century.”

  She giggled watching the buildings pass by. “But in reality, it’s just easier to not give them fuel for their fires. I like to stay under the radar, if at all possible. The old women are worse than high schoolers.”

  I shook my head. “Believe it or not, Farmington isn’t the first town I’ve ever been to that has that problem. It’s insane. But hey, what else are you going to do when you’re old and brittle?”

  Abby leaned forward as I turned down a long stone drive. Up ahead on the hill was a huge mansion. She gasped at its enormity and beauty.

  “Oh my gosh, is this Breaker Villa?”

  I grinned.

  “Yep, it’s an amazing bed and breakfast,” I said. “It was converted a long time ago. It’s beautiful, right?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “I’m going to be a princess. I’ve only seen places like these in magazines and on television. This is gorgeous. How did you find it?”

  I pulled up to the curb in front of the valet. “I have an uncanny ability to always pick amazing places. I’ve had friends ask me to pick their vacations because they trust me so much. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just meant for vacation.”

  “Ha!” Abby took off her seatbelt and climbed out of the car, smiling at the valet.

  He gave me my number and I gave him the keys. “Do we take our luggage now?”

  The guy shook his head. “Oh no, no, Dr. Rivington, we’ll see that it’s delivered to your room.”

  “Thank you.” I handed him a tip and put my hand on Abby’s lower back as I guided her to the front doors.

  Remembering my manners, I opened the door for her, watching her amazing ass as she walked in front of me. She was wearing a short peach colored sleeveless dress with a wide brown belt around the waist. Her sandals matched the belt and I wondered if she paid attention to those things. Not because it was important to me, but because I threw on a brown belt w
ith black shoes that morning.

  My eyes were glued to her, watching as she attempted to hide her awe at the hotel. There were lush thick carpets strewn across the stone floors, enormous sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and art and décor that was reminiscent of what a castle might have been like for a royal family. She turned in circles finding every beautiful piece of art she could.

  Pointing at a piece on the column in the center of the room, her mouth dropped open.

  “That’s the Three Trees. It is a 1643 print in etching and dry point by Rembrandt. It was his largest landscape print ever. I thought for certain it was either at the Rijksmuseum, the Musée des beaux-arts du Canada or the Bibliothèque Nationale de France.”

  “The Bibliothèque Nationale de France, actually,” a man’s voice stated. We turned finding a middle-aged gentleman in a dapper suit with a flower in his jacket pocket. “We have it on loan. Fortunately, the owners of the castle have an amazing connection to the arts. We’ve been able to feature art by some of the most brilliant artists in the world here.”

  Abby shook her head, looking back at it. “That is amazing.”

  The man nodded. “Are you checking in?”

  “Oh,” I said reaching in my pocket and pulling out the reservation. “Yes, we are.”

  The man took the paper and bowed slightly. Abby followed along behind me, still looking around in bewilderment. It was really cute actually, and it made me want to take her all over the world. The man cleared his throat as he walked up behind the counter. “I am Hodges, your hotel manager.”

  Abby stood to the side, her hands locked in front of her, swaying from side to side. Hodges typed quickly on the computer and smiled. “Ah, Dr. and Mrs. Rivington, here you are.”

  I held back a smile as Abby’s head whipped around, surprised to hear him say “Mrs.” But then she smiled to herself and put her head down, nodding. It was just easier to book us as a married couple, since we were sharing a room.

  Hodges handed me a large black key with a red ribbon tied around it. He pointed at the map and traced his finger along the route. “If you and the Missus need anything day or night, please don’t hesitate to call the front desk. And have a very enjoyable stay.”

  “Thank you, Hodges,” I growled.

  I turned away from the front desk and put my hand out. Abby and I walked toward the large staircase. “I hope you don’t mind that I got us a suite.”

  Her eyes went wide again. “A suite? You mean it has a kitchen in it? That’s so amazing.”

  I opened my mouth to correct her but stopped myself, realizing it would have been incredibly rude of me. Instead I leaned toward her and kissed her on the forehead.

  “It’s much more than that. Just wait and see.”

  She giggled in excitement. When we got to the top of the stairs, we both looked at each other and took off running down the hallway, laughing. I slid to a stop at the door and put my arm out, catching her at the waist. She was giggling so hard tears were coming down her face. I couldn’t help but join her in her mirth.

  The key dangled from the red satin ribbon and Abby smiled, taking it and inserting it into the door. When we walked into the space, I heard a gasp from her. I walked in behind and shut the door, finding Abby standing in the living room.

  Her hands were pressed to her mouth as she turned in circles again.

  “This is beautiful. There’s a kitchen, a dining area, a living room, and a separate bedroom! And everything is so beautifully decorated.”

  I chuckled at her as she ran over to the art, shaking her head.

  “Oh, man. This is a Federico. It’s so gorgeous. Did you know he was homeless when he was discovered? He lives in Manhattan now.”

  “I did not know that,” I said, still watching her with amazement. “Though, to be honest, I’m not well-versed in art.”

  Abby shook her head at the painting and walked over, peeking in the bedroom. She perked up and looked around, putting her fingers to her lips playfully gasping. “There’s only one bedroom?! Scandalous!”

  I smiled, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her waist. My eyes went dark, staring into her beautiful face. “Of course, sweetheart. I intend on sampling your body all weekend, so I don’t want us to sleep separately.”

  “I think I like that,” she cooed seductively.

  Lifting up on her toes she gently pressed her lips to mine. I leaned into it, upping the ante. I parted her lips with my tongue and she opened willingly, entangling her tongue with mine. My hands slid down to her ass and I gripped it tightly, lifting up. She giggled with delight.

  Laughing, I pulled back. “Come on, let’s go test out that bed and show this place what scandalous really means.”

  She walked ahead of me and I reached out, playfully swatting her in the ass. She jumped and squealed as I chased after her, running up to the end of the bed. I grabbed her wrist and spun her into my arms. She put her palms on my chest and bit her bottom lip.

  “You better not be gentle with me, Mister.”

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t.”

  Putting both my hands down, I lifted her dress up. She moaned as I ripped her panties down to her ankles and spun her around. Pushing down between her shoulder blades, I bent her over and slapped her ass. Abby let out a pleasurable moan, making my cock rock solid.

  Leaning forward I whispered into her ear. “Kneel on the edge of the bed and take the top of your dress down. Let me see those beautiful tits swing.”

  She did as told, pulling the straps down her arms and unclasping her bra. With a low growl, I wrapped my arms around her and massaged her breasts. She leaned her head back on my shoulder as I twisted her nipples between my fingers, the hard nubs so sensitive. Her breathing was heavy and her legs were trembling. My tongue ran up her neck and to her earlobe, pulling it into my mouth.

  “Mmm,” she groaned, her nipples rock solid.

  I smiled as I released her ear. “Now bend over and let me see that pussy.”

  She smiled and lifted off my shoulder, bending over on all fours. I pressed my lips together and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side. Then I took two fingers and ran them down between her ass cheeks, stopping and rubbing her hole for a moment. She shivered all over and began to moan louder. She liked it.

  I trailed down from there, gently touching her swollen lips. They were red and almost pulsing with pleasure as a trickle of juices dripped down her inner thigh. I pushed her knees further apart, opening her wide, that beautiful pink blooming like a flower. She gripped the bedsheets and let out a high pitched moan as I rubbed my fingers through her juices and then gently slid them deep inside of her.

  “Shit baby,” I rasped. “You want it so bad that you’re fucking drenched.”

  Abby said nothing, merely letting out another wail of ecstasy. I grinned. My cock wanted to claim her so badly, but I wasn’t ready to let go quite yet. I licked my lips and started to finger her slowly, smiling as she writhed her hips, bumping up and down a bit. This woman was perfect for me, and I knew exactly how to make her go wild.

  15

  Abby

  Ryder was in control. A control that I was more than ready to relinquish. My whole life I thought I was somewhat vanilla, but I was so wrong. When Ryder told me to get on all fours there was no way I was refusing. When he told me to spread my legs, they were open wide. It was so hot for him to put me right where he wanted me, and to fulfill my desires simultaneously.

  My head hung down as he pushed his face into my ass, rubbing his tongue from my clit to my asshole. He held open my swollen pussy lips, the juices dripping as he ran his warm wet tongue through my folds. I screamed out in pleasure, but I only wanted more. I wanted all of him inside of me.

  “Please,” I gasped, unable to verbalize much. “Yes.”

  The man merely chuckled.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re so fucking horny, aren’t you? Daddy will give it to you, never fear.”

  He grip
ped both of my ass cheeks and dipped his tongue into my swollen slit. He pulled out and went back in, out and in, out and in. The sensation was amazing and I cried out again with pleasure. But then, to my surprise, his right hand slid up and rubbed circles around my asshole. I moaned in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets.

  “Oh my God,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  “Yeah baby, cum for me,” he growled.

  “Yeah,” I screamed.

  His tongue came out and lapped hard against me as his thumb put pressure on my ass. The feeling was indescribable. As I reached the tip of ecstasy, he slipped the tip of his finger into my ass and I burst. Rolling tides of orgasm rammed through my body, hitting every nerve along the way. My mind went cloudy and my voice caught in my throat. He lapped at my juices as they flowed from me, rubbing my clit over and over again. Then, out of nowhere another wave hit me and my whole body shook. I was double orgasming, something I only thought happened in pornos.

  “Oh Ryder!” I screamed. “Yes, fuck yes!”

  A string of saliva dripped from my lips and my lungs ached for air. Finally, I took a deep gasping breath and let it out with another rolling moan. As the orgasm began to fade, Ryder pulled back, rubbing his finger through the wetness as he took his pants off with his other hand. There was the clunk of his belt hitting the ground, and then the soft shuffle of his pants. A few seconds later the head of his cock slid down through my lips, catching all the juices there.

  “Are you ready, my horny little girl? Ready for Daddy to teach you a lesson?”

  I didn’t think I could possibly want more, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. As soon as he nudged my hole, I leaned backwards, slowly easing him inside me. He spread his feet apart wide and readied for work. Gripping my hips with both hands he pulled out and then pushed back in. My whole body rocked forward and then back again. It was pure bliss.

  “Mmm, Daddy’s little girl is so good at this,” he rasped. “So good at taking ten inches like a pro.”