Heart Doctors Collection

by Carly Keene

  I stop walking and turn to her. “Did I read you wrong? Did you mean something like a coffee shop?”

  “I thought maybe your house,” she says. “Or—or just anywhere. Not a fancy place.”

  “I’ve never been here either,” I tell her, and she relaxes a little. “I just wanted something nice, where we wouldn’t wake anybody up.”

  She leans into my chest, and for the first time I put my arms around her, smelling her intoxicating scent. Her breasts push against me, and I know she can feel my ravenous dick pressed into her thigh. “It’s all right,” I whisper to her. “You’re worth it. We are worth it.”

  “There’s a we?” she whispers back.

  “God help me, there is. There has been since the minute I saw you.”

  A tremor runs through her body, and she touches the hollow of my throat with her tongue. “Check us in, then.”

  The room is beautiful. Old-fashioned, as I expected, like a bedroom in a gracious house, but with modern bathroom facilities. I drop her bag in the entrance, and take her—finally, finally—into my arms.

  The first kiss is fierce. The second, hungry, because our meal only stoked our sexual appetites. Her mouth is sweet, hot. I let my hands wander everywhere, feeling the gentle curves of her breasts and waist, and then I put both my hungry hands on that upside-down-heart ass and pull her into me. It feels like coming home. We stand there kissing, touching, her hands as hungry as mine.

  “Your wife?” she whispers, pulling back to look at me.

  “I know who I’m with,” I tell her. “It’s not Abby. I loved her so much, but she’s gone. And I’m ready to love someone new.” I lean my forehead over to touch Kalinda’s. “After she died, I wanted to die, too.”

  “But now?”

  “Now there’s you.” I reach behind her and unzip her dress.

  It falls to the floor, and I get my first look at beautiful Kalinda White’s body. Soft breasts held by a navy satin bra, indented waist, full hips flaring out from the waist in matching satin bikini underwear. Shapely legs. She’s so gorgeous.

  “Your turn,” she says, and helps me with my tie and jacket, our lips still locked together. I kick off my shoes. She unbuttons my shirt, unbuckles my belt. If I don’t get my pants off soon, I’m going to be wearing shreds, and it is a huge relief when she tugs my trousers and boxers down in one movement, freeing my cock. Her hands are cool on my overheated meat, and I groan, cupping her incredible ass.

  “God, you’re huge,” she says, sounding overwhelmed. “You have a beautiful cock. So big.”

  “So desperate to be inside you,” I say, picking her up and letting her settle her legs around me. Her panties are damp against my belly, her mouth hot against mine. When I put her down on her back and climb on top of her, reaching for her front-hook bra, she stops me.

  “I need you to know, Noah,” she says, “I’m no angel.”

  “Good.”

  “No, listen!” she insists. “I see how you look at me, but you have to hear this. I’m not a virgin. I haven’t been since I was fifteen.”

  Fifteen? Jesus. And then I remember the things she said about her mother, and I understand. Poor baby, looking for love in the wrong places, with the wrong faces. Somebody should have been looking after her better. Tenderness swamps my heart.

  “I went through a phase,” she says, and now she looks really worried. “I don’t sleep around now, not for years, but there was a time when anybody with a fifth of vodka could have me. So if you think I’m some innocent young girl, you’d better think again.”

  “I don’t expect a virgin,” I say. “I don’t need one. I need you. And it doesn’t matter what your past was, we are us. I’ve got a past, too, you know.”

  “I’ll never cheat on you,” she says.

  “I promise you the same.”

  We stare at each other, and then she opens her arms. “If you’re sure, I’m sure. And we don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”

  “Me too.”

  I unpeel her bra from her beautiful tits, cup them with my hands. They’re small but stunning, perky little champagne-coupe I roll her nipples between my fingers and bend to slowly tongue them. Her hips shift on the bed. Those navy panties are dark with her juices, so I strip them off her, revealing a delicate little strawberry-blonde bush over juicy pink lips. “Holy fuck.” Abby was always shaved, and most of the other girls I was with before her were at least trimmed down. “That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She’s so wet she’s dripping, and when I spread her pussy lips and swipe my tongue from vagina to clit, she cries out.

  “You’re so beautiful. So hot, so wet . . . So incredibly sexy, Kalinda, I want you so much.” And then my mouth is too busy for talking. I’m fully engaged in licking her, her sweet ass in both my hands. She writhes under my tongue, panting and crying out, and then all that sweet pink pussy is convulsing in orgasm.

  I stop to let her come down.

  “Fuck me, Noah,” she says, opening her eyes.

  I want to. “Not yet.” Instead, I grab my aching, stiff cock behind the head, and start to tease her with it, sliding it through her juicy pussy, dipping it just a little way inside her slit and then rubbing it over her clit, over and over.

  “Please,” she says.

  “Play with your nipples for me.” Watching her fingers roll and rub her tight nipples is getting me harder than ever. I won’t last long at all, so I need to give her as much foreplay as I can. “Yes, baby, that’s it.”

  Now she’s moving her pussy against me in a rhythm I can’t resist much longer. “Your cock feels so, so good . . . oh God, I’m gonna come!”

  I push inside her, and it sends her over the edge. She screams, her sweet cunt clenching my cock with such strong contractions that I can’t stand it anymore. The wave of pleasure rushes down my spine, and I shoot my pent-up stream deep into her wet pussy, saying her name over and over.

  SEVEN

  Kalinda

  The first time Noah and I make love, I orgasm twice—once on his tongue, and once on his amazing cock. I’ve never been with a guy that big before, but I don’t think that’s what made me come so hard. It’s because he paid attention, unlike the boys I’ve messed around with in the past. Right afterward, he fell totally asleep, but only for a few minutes. As soon as I tried to ease myself off the bed so I could clean up, he woke and tried to pull me back to the bed with him.

  “I gotta pee.”

  “Oh,” he said, and laughed, stretching. “Well, hurry back.”

  In the bathroom, I’m looking in the mirror at my starry eyes, the way my whole body looks happy. I am happy.

  He’s waiting for me in the bed, and his eyes are as starry as mine. “Talk to me,” he says. “Anything. About your day, maybe?”

  “I spent too much time getting ready for our date. I shaved my legs so carefully.” I’d had to shoo Kandace out of the bathroom like six times. She wanted to watch. I’d only wanted to dream about dinner with Noah, and about what might happen afterward.

  “I’m glad you didn’t shave everywhere,” he says, and cups my groin loosely with that big clever doctor’s hand of his. “Not here.”

  “Oh, you like it hairy? A lot of guys don’t.”

  He props his head on his other hand, rolling toward me. “I didn’t know I did, but that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” Then he grins. “Unless it’s your tits. So beautiful.”

  “I think they’re too small.”

  “They’re fucking perfect,” he says, and he leans over to kiss each one. “Like raindrops. I love how your nipples point up.” This time he kisses my mouth, and it goes on a while, his lips and tongue so soft and erotic on mine. “Mmm,” he whispers, and slides his hands down to my hips. “Perfect body.”

  “Nope.”

  “Stop saying that. You’re perfect. You could be a different shape, but you’d still be perfect.” Then he reaches over and smacks me lightly on the butt. “Except that
your ass really is perfect. I’ve had dreams about it. Roll over.”

  I don’t like a guy telling me what to do, but it’s Noah. He’s so sweet, and he’s so hot, and he already made me come twice, so I roll over.

  “Oh my God,” he says, and puts both his big hands on my ass. “I knew you would fill my hands up just right.” His tone of voice is amazed, and I’m not surprised to feel his prick getting hard against my inner thigh. A rush of desire hits me, tightening my nipples and heating up my girly bits. He caresses my buttocks, and then his hand slides down to find my pussy. I shudder from a second rush of need.

  “You’re so wet, Kalinda,” he says. “Fuck.”

  “I need you, Noah.” I get my knees under me and raise my ass a little into the air. He sucks in his breath, and he’s fully hard again, which just makes me hotter for him. I sway my ass, trying to get that beautiful cock aligned with my clit. “Can you do that thing again? Tease me with your cock, please?”

  He sucks in a breath, and his prick bounces against my leg. “You liked that, didn’t you? Yeah, you liked my cock driving you crazy.”

  “You made me come so hard,” I say, and I can hear my voice almost whining. I can’t help it. “It felt so good. Do it again please?”

  “My hands are full,” he says, breathless. “Put it where you want it, and hold it there so it won’t go in your cunt before you’re ready.”

  Just hearing that makes me almost ready right now. Instead, I reach down and guide the big head of his cock over my clit, gripping the shaft so it doesn’t slip. And then I rub my clit against his cock, back and forth, repeatedly. I can hear him panting, feel his hands squeezing my ass gently, and my nipples are so tight that the sheet underneath them is erotic too. I am so, so close to climaxing before I finally slip that fat cockhead inside me and angle my hips so it hits the good spot.

  It doesn’t take long, but it is so intense that I almost pass out.

  “God, you’re incredible,” Noah says into my ear. “Fuck, woman, you are amazing.”

  “No, you are,” I say as he keeps pumping that thick shaft into me. It’s hitting a spot inside me I can’t reach with my fingers, and I feel another orgasm building. I reach down again and finger myself as he fucks me solidly, and then I come one more time, crying out my pleasure.

  This time Noah comes too, saying my name. Then he leans forward and kisses the back of my neck before tenderly turning me over to kiss my lips. “I knew you’d be like this,” he says.

  “I knew you’d be like this too.”

  This time we lie together, just cuddling. Quiet. He strokes my hair.

  “I want to keep seeing you,” he says. “Just you.”

  “I feel the same way,” I confess. “I knew I would.” I lean up to kiss him.

  “So we’re exclusive then.”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re my woman.”

  I like that. I like it a lot. “You make that sound very caveman.”

  “It is.” He stretches, and his penis, beginning to harden, bumps me in the thigh. I raise one eyebrow at him.

  He shrugs. Smiles. “Yeah, it’s been a long time. And you are—as I already said—the sexiest woman I have ever, ever met. Much less fucked.”

  This makes me happy. “I think you should fuck me again.”

  This time, I’m on top, with his fingers rubbing my clit as I ride him. This time, I come three times before he finishes, and my throat is a little sore from all the noise I’ve made. This time, I’m tired enough, and sated enough, to go to sleep.

  Only to be woken by my cell phone at 4 a.m. I’d warned the kids not to call me unless they needed me. Mom’s Waffle House shift should end at midnight and she should be home shortly after that, and I’d expected there to be no problem.

  Please let there be no problem, I whisper as I crawl out of bed naked to grab my phone and take it into the bathroom. Noah doesn’t stir; I must’ve worn him out.

  It’s Kollin. I answer quietly.

  “We have a problem,” he whispers into the phone.

  Shit. “What’s going on? Is Mom home yet?”

  “She just came in about twenty minutes ago. With a guy.” Oh, shit shit. Kollin clears his throat. “They’re being loud. And . . . I think, I think maybe he’s hurting her.”

  With the memory of my orgasmic screams fresh in my mind, I ask if he’s sure about that.

  “They’re pretty drunk. They stumbled over the couch and the coffee table, and they bumped into the doorframe a couple of times. They were arguing.”

  “Who is it with her?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I have to go home. I don’t want to.

  There’s a rustling noise, and then I hear Korey’s voice and Kollin shushing him. “Is Kandace okay?” I ask.

  “Not a peep outta her. I don’t know. Shit, Kalinda, they are really loud. Banging on stuff and screaming. Any second now, Baby Girl will wake up.” Kollin sounds terrified.

  I open the bathroom door and pull my overnight bag into the room. It’s cold in there, all those hard surfaces, and I am trying to wash the sex off me without actually leaning my naked butt up against anything cold, so I don’t shriek Noah awake. With trembling fingers, I pull my change of clothes on one-handed: yoga pants, a tank top, an oversized hoodie and some TOMS soft shoes. “I gotta get an Uber. Hang tight, guys, I’ll be home soon. Call 9-1-1 if you need to, okay? And get out. Go to Mrs. Ramirez’s down on the 2nd floor if things get bad.”

  “Okay.”

  Then I end the call. I manage to retrieve my dress and bra and my beautiful shoes to shove into my bag, but I can’t find my panties in the dark. Fuck it. I feel a little like Cinderella after the ball.

  The Uber ride home is tense, but everything is quiet as I let myself into the apartment. Kollin comes out into the hall. “They finally quit. I guess they went to sleep.”

  “Sure she’s alive?” I ask. Not being funny.

  “I guess. I hear two snores coming out of the bedroom,” he says, and shrugs in the dim light from my cell phone.

  Dammit, I am Cinderella. Had to leave the Prince just when things were getting interesting. I slip into the bedroom I share with Kandace, who is blessedly still asleep, and I strip to get into my bed. I should text Noah.

  What the hell am I going to say? I start a message like six times, and I erase every one of them to start over. They all sound idiotic, probably because I am cussing myself out for even thinking that I had a real shot with a guy whose life is so normal that he couldn’t even imagine mine.

  I finally write, “I’m sorry I had to leave. Things got crazy back at my place and I had to check on the kids.” I send it.

  Then I write, “I had a beautiful time. Thank you SO MUCH. I’ll never forget it.” And then, before I can stop myself, I add a heart emoji and send that one, too. Then I turn off the phone and collapse into sleep.

  EIGHT

  Noah

  I wake when it’s still dark, turning in the bed to cuddle Kalinda. But she’s not there, and the bed is cold. “Kalinda? Baby, where are you?” I reach over and turn on the bedside lamp.

  She’s gone.

  Her clothes are gone, her bag is gone. No Kalinda.

  I don’t understand. I don’t.

  I get up, check all around the hotel room. All that’s left of her is her silky blue panties, and the smell of her pussy and her perfume on the sheets, which makes me horny again at the same time that it makes my heart sink.

  No note. No text message. It’s just after 5 a.m., and the winter dawn is still a long way off.

  This is not fucking funny. I thought we just committed to each other, and then she up and leaves? I just don’t understand. I lie on the bed feeling hollow until my phone pings with a text from Kalinda, a flimsy “oh-I-had-to-go-home” sort of an excuse, and then a thank-you text that feels like a goodbye. Now I feel even worse.

  I don’t text her back.

  In the shower, I wonder if it’s me. Why do the women I love leave m
e?

  Kalinda never struck me as a user, but did I miss something? Was she really into last night only for a good meal and a good fuck? I just can’t believe that she’s that selfish, or that mercenary. “I had to go check on the kids.” What bullshit.

  Unless . . . Oh, I don’t know. What the hell does “things got crazy” actually mean?

  Fuck it. I’m going home.

  I put on my crumpled suit, check out of the Jefferson, drive back to my house. Rachel hears me banging around in the kitchen, and comes in yawning.

  “Why are you home this early? Or this late?” she asks.

  “Where’s the fucking coffee pot, Rachel?”

  She frowns at me. “I bought a Keurig machine—this thing right here. Grouchy much?”

  I growl.

  “Didn’t sleep? Oh, here’s a coffee pod for it.”

  I growl.

  “You pour the water in here and hit the button to start. It’s basically foolproof. Are you hungover?”

  I growl and shake my head. “I just need coffee, dammit.” She’s right, this is easy.

  Rachel gets out a big mug for me, and then one for herself. “Go sit down, I’ll pour this.”

  “I’m not helpless in the kitchen, you know,” I tell her.

  “Of course not.” She’s humoring me. “I guess your date sucked?”

  I sit down. “I thought it was going great, actually. I was having a great time. I thought she was, too.”

  Rachel pours coffee and sets it in front of me. It’s as black as my mood. She offers me cream, but I shake my head. “So what happened? Are you rusty in bed or something?”

  I glare at her. “Why the hell would it be my fault?”

  She’s pouring coffee into the machine for herself now, shrugging. “Maybe you’re just out of practice? I don’t know. Now that you’re back in the saddle, you can try again with somebody else.”

  “I don’t want somebody else!” I explode. “I want her. And she just —” My throat dries up. I can’t talk. I yank my phone out of my pocket and find the text conversation. “Read that sorry-ass excuse.”